All Chapters of Hidden Heiress Rising: Married to my Ex-Husband’s Uncle: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

~ DAMIEN ~Alexandre's laptop was delivered to my office three days after his transfer to the secure facility.The female detective team had already extracted everything they needed from it for the criminal case.What remained was handed over to us under the terms of the ongoing civil investigation into Richard and Jessica's conspiracy charges.Roman placed it on the meeting table and opened it without asking. I sat across from him with a cup of coffee and watched him work.He was better at this than I was. He had a talent for sorting through documents and finding details most people would overlook. It was one of the reasons I handed tasks like this to him. I preferred watching his reactions while he dug through the information.The first interesting reaction came less than five minutes later."Damien.""What?"He turned the laptop toward me.The screen displayed a folder system that filled the entire page with dozens of subfolders arranged by name.Richard Moreau.Jessica Dominix.J

Title: Keeping the elder Cage brother****P.S: loves this is the beginning of Roman and Marty story.~ MARTY ~I sat on the edge of my bathtub with a box of dark hair dye in my hand. It was the same brand I had pulled from store shelves every month for the past eight years.I turned the box over a few times, running my thumb across the label as that familiar ache settled in my chest.Without giving myself time to think, I opened the cabinet beneath the sink and shoved the box all the way to the back where I wouldn't have to look at it.I closed the door and stood.Cold water splashed across my face. After drying off, I pulled on a clean shirt and my usual dark jeans before grabbing my keys.As I stepped into the elevator, the early morning light caught the strands near my forehead. The first thing I noticed was the natural blonde peeking through.For a second, I barely recognized it.I had almost forgotten what it looked like in real life, bright and soft around the edges instead of

~ ROMAN ~I had seen a lot of things in my life that I couldn’t unsee and this was going to be one of them.When the door came off its hinges and I saw Marty straddling a man on the floor of a private dining room with his eyes barely open and his body moving in a way that had nothing to do with fighting, something cold and violent moved through me so fast I barely recognized walking towards them.Mr. Sam was a frequent customer in this restaurant and one of the best but I never knew these were the things he did with the men he brought.He opened his mouth to speak but I didn’t let him get a word out.My fist connected with his face before he finished drawing breath and the sound it made was deeply satisfying in a way I wasn’t going to think about right now. He tried to scramble backward and I grabbed him by the collar and lifted him completely off the floor because I needed him at eye level for what came next.“Roman.” Luka’s voice is somewhere behind me.But I couldn’t stop, Marty'

~ MARTY ~Roman left for work at seven thirty. I heard him moving around the apartment, he checked on me before he left, stood in the bedroom doorway for a moment.He looked at me for a while and then finally he said he would be back by six and to eat something before he left. I lay in his bed for another hour staring at the ceiling, thinking about the conversation that we had. My head was clearer than it had been the night before but the thoughts sitting in it weren't pleasant company, and by the time I dragged myself up and into the kitchen to find coffee I was already tired of my own brain.The knock at the door came when I was halfway through my first cup. I wasn't expecting anyone.Roman hadn't mentioned anyone coming, I pulled the door open assuming it was a delivery or a neighbor and found Luka Cage standing in the hallway with his hands in his jacket pockets and an expression I couldn't read.What F world was he doing here? From the way he was checking me out, I knew he wasn

~ MARTY ~I was still at Roman's apartment when he woke up the next morning. I hadn't planned to stay. I mean, who would after the disaster at his mother's house? I have fully intended to go home, sleep in my own bed, and spend the night building a solid reason for why this entire situation was too complicated to be worth it. Instead I had fallen asleep on his couch somewhere around midnight with my shoes still on and woken up at six to the smell of coffee and the sound of Roman moving around his kitchen like a man who had decided the night before was already a settled business.That calmness irritated me. He shouldn't have taken me to his family house when he knows his mother hates him saying men. I watched him from the counter stool without saying anything.He cooked without asking what I wanted, which should have irritated me more but somehow it didn't, because he already knew what I liked in the morning.He prepared my eggs the way I liked them, with melted butter and a sprink