All Chapters of Tied To The My Ex's Hot Uncle: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Noella’s POVI stared at the two objects Calend gave me in confusion. "What are these?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.Calend smiled slightly, holding the first object. "This is a brooch used as a tracking device. It can also record important things such as videos, pictures, and sounds. "You must wear them at all times, no matter where you are."I nodded, realizing how important this tool was in our situation. "Alright, I'll put it on," I replied in a firm voice.Calend then handed me the second object, which I thought was an ordinary pen. When I was about to press it, his hand suddenly grabbed my wrist quickly. "Don't press it," he said in a serious tone.I looked at him in confusion, taking my hand off the pen. "Why?"Calend took a deep breath before explaining. "If you press it like that, you'll get electrocuted. It was a standgun. Although the shape is very small, it can temporarily paralyze an adult. You should use it wisely.""It's a very effective self-protection tool. But you sh

Enrick’s POVThat morning, I woke up with a sharp intake of breath. Cold sweat ran down my face, and my heart was racing. I tried to calm myself down, sitting on the edge of the bed and taking a deep breath."I had another nightmare," I muttered to myself. "Why does that dream keep haunting me?"I looked around the simple room in the small house I was in. Rough wooden walls, a small table with some old furniture, and a window showed a view of the quiet village outside. I was in a small village, very far away from the scene of the accident, that almost took my life.Actually, I could have gone straight home if I'd found a phone to call someone I trusted to pick me up. However, in this remote village, communication facilities were minimal. There was no cell phone signal or even a pay phone in sight.I thought back to the incident. I was drifting down the river after a tragic car accident. The swift current of the river carried me far from the accident site until I lost consciousness. Wh

Noella’s POVI was currently walking with Darren in a quiet, green park. The sun shone brightly, creating the perfect atmosphere for an outdoor lunch. We stopped at a small cafe with tables outside surrounded by colorful flowers. After ordering our food, we sat at one of the tables, enjoying the fresh air.Darren, with a big smile on his face, looked so confident. He's wearing a light blue shirt, accentuating his tall, athletic build. Along the way, he kept talking, and I listened attentively, though my mind drifted a little elsewhere."You know, Noella," Darren said as he leaned back in the chair, "you're fortunate to be dating me."I smiled a little, looking into his confident eyes. "Really? What makes you think that?" I asked, pretending.Darren laughed lightly. "Well, you see. I'm handsome, rich, and have a bright future. Not many men can offer all that, can they?"I held back the disgust inside me. "You have much to be proud of, Darren," I replied diplomatically.He nodded, seemi

Noella’s POVWhen Darren left the room, I knew there wasn't much time and I needed to move as quickly as possible. I walked quickly to his large, modern desk, looking for files or anything that could be a clue. I had found some information before, but it still didn't feel like enough to be solid evidence or clues.My eyes fell on the laptop on the table. Then, I turned toward Darren's software. I turned it on and hoped there wasn't a complicated password. Luckily, the computer only required a fingerprint to log in, and Darren had forgotten to turn off the auto-login feature. I opened it up and quickly started searching for essential files. I connected the pen drive to the laptop, copying all the relevant documents according to Calend's instructions. This data transfer process felt like it was taking forever, even though it was only a few minutes. I also checked my email and messages. Many contained business conversations, but some seemed more personal and suspicious.While waiting f

Noella’s POVIt's been a few days since Calend last took the flashdrive containing the data I took from Darren's laptop. Time seemed to pass so slowly that every second was agonizing. I know processing data is not an easy job and requires precision. However, this uncertainty makes me uneasy. I couldn't keep waiting without doing anything.This morning, I decided to keep myself busy by cooking. It's been a long time since I cooked something for Uncle Martin. Maybe this activity could take my mind off the anxiety that kept haunting me. I got up from my lazy bed and headed to the kitchen.When I arrived at the kitchen, I opened the fridge to see the available ingredients. Unfortunately, many of the ingredients were already gone. No more fresh vegetables, meat, or even milk. I checked the shelves and cabinets, hoping to find something that could be processed. But almost all the dry ingredients were gone, too. There was no rice, pasta, or even flour. This situation forced me to make a quic