Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Fiancé's Uncle is Obsessed With Me!: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Adrian The message came through before I finished my tea.I didn’t need to check the sender to know who it was. There were only a handful of people who would respond that quickly after leaving a negotiation table, and Frederick Hawthorne was one of them. A man like him didn’t delay decisions once he had made them—he acted.He's efficient, and that's why I work with him.I picked up my phone and opened the message."Done. She'll leave the country within forty-eight hours."Make it twenty four, and I can promise a 15% increase"His reply came almost immediately, "Deal"I smiled, setting the phone aside, reaching for my cup again. The tea had gone slightly warm, but I didn’t mind. Forty-eight was good.Twenty-four was better.The longer Vivian stayed in the country, the more room there was for disruption. With her cornered, she had the tendency to become reckless, that much was obvious from her stupid scheme at the party, I didn't want her causi g more problems.I stood, straightening

Emily Within a month of gaining my own people into key positions, I had enough evidence on my table to bury my father ten times over. Not just the embezzlement scheme I'd originally been chasing, but something far worse. Something that made my hands shake when I spread the papers out at 2 AM, alone in the study, with Adrian fast asleep in bed.My mother hadn't jumped. She'd been pushed. I already had doubts. But holding the medical report. I could feel tears stinging my eyes. I read it again, even though I'd already memorized every word. Adrian had pulled strings with his contacts at the police department to get it for me. Four months pregnant. She was four months pregnant when she died, carrying a child my father probably found a nuisance. Her fingerprints were found on the balcony railing, yes, but the bruising pattern on her arms told a different story. Someone had grabbed her. Hard. And the button clutched in her hand—a brass button from a suit jacket—matched the one missing from

Emily A baby. Warmth bloomed in my heart as I rubbed my hand against my still flat tummy. The doctor, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes and a clipboard walked in and smiled at me.It was the usual professional warmth, but something about her expression seemed off. I immediately wanted her to leave."What's wrong?" I asked, immediately looking at Adrian. Dr. Chen's expression flickered. "The blood test is definitive.We can perform an ultrasound to confirm viability, but—" "Viability." The word caught like a hook. "You think it might not be viable."Dr. Chen sighed. "Given your current physical state—dehydration, malnutrition, extreme stress—there are concerns. But it's too early to determine any damage. What matters now is immediate and consistent care." Damage. The word echoed in the hollow space where my thoughts should have been. I might have already damaged it. My baby. "Mrs. Carter, I need to ask—have you been taking any medications? Drinking alcohol? Using any substance

Emily When the doctor finally came back with the results, I nearly fainted again from fear. She was smiling, and for some reason it just made everything feel worse. Was she trying to ease the tension before delivering the final blow? That I'd ruined my baby or worse still, killed it? I tightened my fingers around Adrian's hand subconsciously my heart ramming against my chest. "So.. Mr and Mrs. Carter" she started "we've ran tests, and the baby is in a very good condition, nothing seems wrong for now"For now. That wasn't really reassuring, but I still sighed in relief. I pressed a hand unconsciously to my stomach, as if I should feel something—anything—there. But there was nothing. No movement. No sign of life. Just the faint rise and fall of my breathing and the dull thud of my pulse.“Nothing is wrong,” Adrian finally said laughing. “See? Emily, everything is going to be alright. Our child will be alright."Our child. Adrian was beaming, thanking the doctor. He must have been mo

Emily The next day, the first person I called was Margaret , the lawyer I'd promoted from legal aid to head counsel during the restructuring. She answered on the second ring, voice sharp with the alertness of someone who'd learned to expect my calls at any hour."Mrs. Carter.""Margaret. I need Carter Martin's file. Everything we have on his financial irregularities, his meetings with David Brown, the offshore transfers we traced last month." I paused, listening to Adrian set down his cup, watching me from the kitchen counter with an expression I couldn't read. "I want him arrested by noon."Silence on the line. Then: "The evidence is solid, but we've been holding it for leverage. If we use it now—""We use it now." I moved to the window, the city spread below me like a board game, pieces waiting to be moved. "He's an accomplice to embezzlement at minimum. Conspiracy to commit fraud. The money he moved for David, the accounts he managed, the board members he bribed to look the other