Betrayed By My Ex: I Married His Uncle のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

CASSANDRA’S POV This was absolutely fucking great. I was staying in his room. If not for the fact that he technically fled, I would have given him a piece of my mind. Well, that is if my head doesn't get fried with him around. I didn't know where, but my nose could sense foul play somewhere. My face went pale and I think my soul left my body and hovered around I wasn't dramatic but something in my mind told me this was a trap. "Are you alright madam?" Gregory asked, looking a bit panicked. I shook my head then took a deep breath. A real deep breath to get myself together. "Do I look like I am fine?" I asked him, sounding tired. The poor butler's face changed. Pity and guilt fleeting through his eyes I could not be mad at him. He was only taking orders. I tried to reason, but the irritation was still there. I needed to vet this anger He didn't have anything to say and only stood quietly at my side. Well I could look at this from the positive point of view

CASSANDRA'S POV " Dear Satan can you give me a fucking break!!! " My thoughts screamed. He didn't only have a vicious cat named Angel whose name should be something like Lilith because she was a demon or better jinx because my day had been crappy because of her Or better Lucifer the evil cat from Cinderella. Why was I busy naming the angel with appropriate names because that jinx was definitely not an angel. He also had a fourteen-year-old brat with practically no manners and home training. What did I expect from a Von Duvall? If Alaric was truly her father although I doubt that fact her mother most likely cheated because there was even the smallest hint of resemblance between them except for the fact that they were both Caucasian He must have been a fool for raising someone else's daughter, but what does it have to do with me? Absolutely nothing, the moment Alaric is back we can have this situation sorted, get a divorce and I can move on with my life Cassandra Sterling d

CASSANDRA'S POV Operation Escaping the Von Duvall, as Rebecca called it, didn't seem like a bad idea, but I was not optimistic about it. Alaric didn't seem like the type I could easily fool and he looked like someone with shady intentions. "I will sleep on it..." I yawned, stretching out my hands lazily. Rebecca agreed immediately "I want to catch up on some shows since I am not going to work. Good night Cass." Rebecca chimed "Goodnight Becky," I replied before cutting off the phone call. I turned around and went back inside the warm room. My face burned glancing at Alaric's room, the image of the way he had me pinned under him earlier this morning flashed in my head Even my head wasn't giving me a break. I wasn't expecting the day to have led to me catching a glimpse of what he looked like naked. Unfortunately or fortunately whichever way I could put it, I could not look at him directly and was distracted by the angel It would have been more frustratin

Cassandra’s POV My throat dried instantly. A ward? The girl who nearly ripped my scalp off? The same girl Gregory announced like some dramatic butler in a Victorian film? I blinked, stunned, staring at the dim room as if the shadows might explain something to me. To say I was still dumbfounded was an understatement. “So she isn’t your daughter,” I repeated slowly, making sure I wasn’t hallucinating from sleep deprivation and fury. “No,” he answered firmly. “And I thought that was clear to everyone in the household. Did you seriously think she was? I am not that careless,” he groaned. The slurping sounds from a cup rang from his side. He was sipping his coffee. That was rich coming from the man who decided to marry a complete stranger and announced him as his wife without consulting her first. "You were crazy enough to get married to a woman you know nothing about. So I don't have the best judgment of your character." .. "That's pretty rich coming from the same woman who

Cassandra's POV The photography fellowship program was an international internship program where new photographers, like me, who hadn't made a significant name for themselves, had the opportunity to work under international experts and the pioneers of the photography world. It was that final training that would set the stage for me to achieve one of my goals and easily enter into the world of photography but before I could get my dream internship I needed a recommendation letter The program, on average, received a large number of applicants, and only a handful were selected. Without a good recommendation letter, the chances of being chosen get considerably slimmer. The studio I was working at was one of the largest in the city with tons of achievements to its name. A recommendation letter from my boss would seal the deal. With that in mind, I could not get on my boss's bad side. I informed Gregory about my plans to step out. He was hesitant at first with the