All Chapters of HIRED BY MY EX'S BILLIONAIRE UNCLE: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

  TYSHA   I heard it. I knew who Rue was talking about. And watching him lie to me was so heartbreaking.    As I heard Rue's phone ring, my senses sharpened, and I felt the weight of the bed shift as he got up. With my eyes still closed, I listened intently, pretending to be asleep. But every fiber of my being was alert, tuned into the situation happening around me.    Quietly, I watched him, my heart pounding in my chest. And then, just before he closed the door, I heard it - the name that confirmed my suspicions: "Ysabell."   Time seemed to stand still as I processed what I'd just heard. My mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions, but one thing was clear - I couldn't let this slide. Despite my exhaustion, despite the late hour, I knew I couldn't go back to sleep without confronting him.   I waited anxiously for Rue to ret

TYSHA   I couldn't believe what just happened. My heart was pounding so hard, it felt like it was about to burst out of my chest. I trusted Rue, I really did. How could he do this to me?   “Tysha! Wait!” Rue tried to chase me but I ran away. I ran as fast as I could, hoping I could run away from what I had seen too.    I replayed the scene in my mind over and over again. The shock of seeing Rue with Ysabell, the way they were so close, so intimate. And then, the way he looked at me when he realized I caught him. That guilt in his eyes, it was undeniable.   I felt sick to my stomach like everything I thought I knew had been turned upside down. How long has he been lying to me? How many times has he betrayed my trust like this before?   “Tysha!” I heard Charles running after me as well.    “Please take me away from he

TYSHA "Tysha, it's afternoon already. Aren't you going to eat?" My father's voice pierced through the silence of my room, his concern evident in the gentle repetition of his question. With my head buried under my pillow, I mumbled a response. "I'll eat when I'm hungry, Papa," I replied, my voice muffled by the fabric. But the truth was, I didn't feel hungry at all. The events of the past few days had left me feeling empty, as if even my body was grieving alongside my shattered heart. My parents continued to check on me, their worry evident in the air. While I appreciated their concern, I couldn't find it in me to show them just how much I was hurting. The weight of my pain felt too heavy to share, even with those closest to me. After a few hours, it was my mother who entered my room and checked on me. “You need to eat,” she stated firmly, her concern etched into every word. I remained silent, feeling the weight of exhaustion pressing down on me. I was tired of repeating the sa

TYSHA   I couldn't sleep, gosh! It felt like torture!   My mind kept replaying what my parents said that Rue was always sleeping on our porch. Even as dawn approached, sleep remained elusive. The thought of Rue out there in the freezing cold kept gnawing at me.    What if he's really there?   After agonizing over it for what felt like forever, I finally mustered the courage to get up and check.    Right! It’s not as if I’d die once I found no Rue outside our house.    I tiptoed out of my room, careful not to wake my parents. How would I even explain why I was checking the front door in the middle of the night?   When I reached the front door and checked the security camera, my heart sank. There he was, sitting on our porch like it was no big deal. My disbelief turned into a sharp pang in my chest. &

TYSHA   I barely slept after that. I couldn’t help but worry about Rue. Still, I stood on my ground and did not go back. But as soon as I woke up in the morning, I immediately got out of my room and checked where I left him.    To my surprise, Rue was nowhere to be found. He wasn't on the couch where I had left him, and a pang of disappointment washed over me, even though I had been the one to send him home after he finished eating. Gosh! I hated how much of a walking contradiction I could be at times!   “Tysha, you’re awake,” my father greeted me. He was with Mama who was unexpectedly holding a bouquet of red roses.    My lips parted a bit, knowing it was for me.    "We found this in our living room," Mama explained, handing me the bouquet of flowers. I accepted them, feeling a mixture of surprise and warmth as I took in the vibrant red petals.