บททั้งหมดของ Mistress to my Ex's Billionaire Uncle : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Aria‘Every action has its consequences and sometimes these consequences could be fatal if we’re not careful.’Dad’s frequent words of advice replay in my mind the next morning as I stare blankly at the chandelier above me, lying on the bed of the luxurious hotel room the stranger brought me to yesterday.Regret is an understatement to how I truly feel right now. I had shamelessly slept with the stranger not once, not twice but three times last night. Someone I didn’t even know his name.Each round left me wanting more and despite the pain I felt from it being my first time, the pleasure was what spurred me on and only now that I have come off my euphoria do I realise what I have truly done.I had sold my dignity, given my first time to a total stranger, who probably thinks I’m a hooker and left me a check of…….Wait a minute. I tilt my head to the bedside drawer and see a piece of paper resting on it. I pick it up instantly and glance at the figure.$10,000. 10 grand. That’s all you

AriaUncle? Damien is Ethan’s uncle? How is that even possible? Could my luck get any worse?Earlier when Ethan had called him uncle, he barely grunted a reply and I could tell they really didn’t get along. Damien just asked me to get into his car. We’ve been driving for about ten minutes now and he hasn’t said a word to me.His eyes are fixed ahead and a clear frown is on his face as I glance at him for the umpteenth time. He’s clearly upset that I was trying to use him to make Ethan jealous,which I was. I had no intention of accepting his offer.“If you have something to say, fucking say it,” His cold voice comes, sending a sliver of fear down my spine. I gulp, trying to still the mess of emotions rushing through my heart. “I’m sorry,” I murmured.He turns to look at me, his cold and intense gaze makes me cower inside. I’ve never met a man as hot yet cold as him. “Did you know?” He asks.Did I know what, that they were related?“No, I didn’t know you were related. I know all of Et

AriaI almost didn't get in.My pride, what little is left of it after tonight, tells my feet on the pavement to keep walking. To drag myself and my guitar box all the way home in a makeup-stained shirt with Vanessa's handprint still burning on my cheek rather than get into this particular man's car.But my feet hurt. It's dark. And I've cried so much in the last hour that my eyes are almost swollen shut.I get in the car.Neither of us says anything for a long stretch. His driver moves through the quiet city and I sit on my side of the backseat staring out the window, arms wrapped around my guitar box like it's the only thing I own right now. Which, honestly, it almost is."Where are you taking me?" I ask finally."Somewhere with food," Damien replies."I'm not hungry.""I didn't ask."I close my mouth and continue looking out the window.He takes me to a restaurant so different from what I expected that I almost laugh when we arrive. No white tablecloths. No dress code that my ruin

AriaI slept well for the first time in weeks. Yet the anxiety I felt since I set foot in this penthouse hadn’t gone away. If anything, it’s worse. I managed to avoid dinner last night. I'd texted Damien, claiming I couldn't eat that late because of a medical condition.It was a lie but it got me off the hook.Always the one to have the last say, he texted. [Tomorrow. Dinner by seven. We will discuss your living arrangements.]I didn't respond. It wasn't as if he wanted me to.Turning to my side, my eye fell on the document on the bedside table, Aurora handed it to me when I came out from Damien’s office.My chest tightened. Aurora’s parting words cut through my thoughts.She said “Read it carefully…The last one who didn't... didn't last a week.”I reach for the papers again. When I read it for the first time, the rules seemed harmless, almost laughable. The type of things you'd expect from someone of his calibre, who no doubt obsesses over his routine and privacy.Don't enter his

It's been two days since my little encounter with Damien in the kitchen but I still can't stop thinking about his cologne and the butterflies he gave me. He's still giving me the silent treatment but at least I'm getting closer to Aurora so I don't feel very lonely in that big penthouse anymore.Damien had asked his driver to drop me off at campus which I actually find surprising because he's yet to talk to me. As I walk to “Coffee time” cafe, I keep remembering what happened that night. I hate that I closed my eyes, I hate that I pouted my lips like a lovesick teenager waiting to be kissed by a man who was simply reaching for his car keys. I hate that I still remember how his breath felt on my face. I still wonder where he drove to that night. I hate that I'm very curious about him.I don't like Damien Hartwell. I want to be very clear about that, at least to myself.I push open the door of “Coffee time” café on Mercer Street beside campus and the smell of coffee and warm pastry hit