All Chapters of Marrying the Ex Uncle: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Amanda's POVVanessa and I stayed on the call for about thirty more minutes before she had to leave for work. It was a weekday after all, and she had to be in the office in about an hour. I sighed and bade her goodbye, missing her already. I did not fully realize how much I'd missed her. I sighed and concentrated on the food in front of me. I'd been picking at it since I was so engrossed with talking to Vanessa. I felt too light and giddy to eat much, so I just stuffed some hash browns into my mouth before pushing the tray away. As I prepared my morning routine, I read through the note Quinn had sent me. I still wasn't over that gesture. And to think that he had even apologized for leaving before I woke up. It was satisfying. I sighed again and took another glance before I kept the note back on the table. I proceeded to straighten out the bed and arrange the suite. What was the point in leaving it for room service when I could do it myself? Plus I was bored and had nothing to do. A

Amanda's POVI scoffed in disbelief as I watched Quinn get into another car and drive off after ordering his driver to take me back to the mansion. My initial confusion was slowly turning to anger. I couldn't believe him. I felt played. I wanted to slap myself for even believing for one second that I could build something good with Quinn. I'd misread the signs. His default mode was just being an asshole, and that was infinitely clear. I had temporarily forgotten about that because of how nice he'd been to me for a while now. I shook my head. I can't believe I'd surrendered my body to him, only for him to turn around and treat me like a stranger. It was more hurtful than I ever would have expected. I was deep in thought en route to the mansion, wondering if I should just turn around and head to my mother's house instead. This was a mistake, Quinn was right about that part. This whole arrangement. I never should have agreed to that contract. I just wanted an escape so I wouldn't have

Quinn's POVAll day, I had tried to shake off the strange feelings of disappointment I'd been having ever since I learned the truth about Amanda's past. I had no idea why I was so affected by it, but it haunted me the entire day, putting me in a foul mood. I still had to meet with the other private investigator regarding the assassination attempts on my life. This was the third time now since I'd moved back to Italy. I already had a strong hunch of who was behind these attacks, but I needed concrete proof to tie them to the assassins before pointing fingers. My meeting with the investigator did not take very long since it was just a brief discussion, not to mention that he didn't have any leads yet. I was growing impatient with each passing day. If all failed, I would take the initiative of carrying out the investigation myself. The reason why I hadn't done this already was because, since I was the target, I would obviously be recognized quickly. I couldn't let myself be mixed up in

Amanda's POVWith nothing left to do, I headed back upstairs. The thought of the digging I'd decided to do regarding this family issue was still on my mind, so I made a note on my phone of the things I wanted to check out. But for now I needed proper rest and sleep. As soon as I got to the room, I pushed it open and walked in, only to be met with the unexpected sight of a shirtless Quinn. He was drying his hair with a smaller towel while the other one wrapped firmly around his waist. My entire body seemed to come alive at the sight of him in all his glory. I could not tear my eyes away from him, making my point again that I was still so affected by him. This was more triggering than I'd expected. What was he doing in here anyway? I'd heard him say he would be in his study while we were at dinner. That was why I'd even headed up now, with hopes that I would not have to see him. But that had been dashed away already. Tearing my eyes away from him and managing to not focus on his wet b

Amanda's POVThe moment I opened my eyes, I knew I wasn't in the closet. The bed beneath me felt different, and my body felt like I had been thrown out of a moving vehicle. I was hurting all over. What the hell happened? The dreadful smell of drugs and disinfectant hit my nose before I even knew I was in the hospital. What the hell was going on? Why was I in the hospital? I sat up on the bed and stared at the needle in my arm. How did I even get here in the first place? I tried to recall what had happened but my brain was blank. The only thing I recalled was heading into the closet to sleep after my argument with Quinn last night. Everything else after that was a blur. "Ma'am, you're awake," someone said. I looked up to see a nurse smiling down at me. "How are you feeling, ma'am? And discomfort? Any pain?" "I feel tired but that's all.""Okay," she said, scribbling onto the note in her hand. "Your husband is waiting outside for you. He'll be here soon." "What happened? How did I