All Chapters of Married To My Ex's Uncle : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Bobby's POV“I heard you say you moved on, is that so Jacqueline? Moved on to where exactly? So you preferred living as a hooker then, going from man to man, waiting for the richest amongst them to come along, and pick you up while bargaining at the highest price?”I chuckled mockingly before continuing, “Or the one that would abuse and assault you after he is done making use of you? Or you preferred a life where you had to be up, and outside at the bar every night so you could afford to keep paying your rent?” I asked, not caring if I was already hurting her feelings.“Your focus should be on his money and not who the fuck he chooses as a wife you fool, who cares if his nephew put you up to it.”“You of all people should know how much money resides in that family for fucks sake jacq, you stayed with them for at least a few years. They have got money that could last generations even if they decide to no longer work. I’m so disappointed in you” I finished, angry at the thought of her

Christabel's POVThere was no way Andre was going to catch me unfresh and unprepared to receive him when he came. I was going to do a lot of waxing and facial treatments and I wondered to myself why I had not started earlier, I really was the queen of procrastination.“I have to freshen up now, Andre would be here any moment” I said, as I dropped my spoon and got up from the table.“Yh Yh, go shave your pussy and ass, I’ll be here eating” Vivian replied, so sick of my life, she would choke me to death if she could.“You are lucky I have something to distract myself with, I definitely would have roasted your ass.” She added, pointing at me with a fork in her hand.“You mean someone Vivian, Luca is not an object, silly ass” I teased her, despite knowing what she meant.I left her at the table and rushed back into my room to start my process but I needed a little motivation to go with it. I moved closer to the Bluetooth and connected it to my phone for cool music. What was a Saturday

Andre's POV“A few weeks ago, I got a funny phone call from someone who claimed to hold most of my dirty secrets in his hands and would like for us to meet, if I wanted to save myself and my family.” I took a deep breath and continued,“At first I didn't think much of it because it would obviously not be the first time anyone is trying to get money from this family using such cheap tactics.”“Last week I got this call again and the caller finally introduced himself as Bobby, yes the same Bobby we all know.”“What? What the hell does he think he has against us to pull such stupid and expensive stunts, demanding that amount of money has he lost his goddamn mind?” A major shareholder shouted, letting out his annoyance which caused the others to murmur and talk aloud.“Guys, I know you are all confused and angry, but this is not the way to go about it. We haven’t even heard half of what is going on yet, so I suggest we keep this anger till when Andre is done talking and when we begin to

Andre's POV“A crime like this should get him at least fifteen to twenty years if we are able to come up with good enough evidence, given that it was both murder and arson.”“But I honestly don’t think that would be enough for someone like him, he may just take that time as a form of vacation and plan something bigger for when he gets out.”“We need something that would keep him in for the longest of time, we need more dirt on him.” The lawyer replied, taking down notes of everything that was being said. At this time everyone was quiet, giving way for Adam and the lawyer to brainstorm and come to a conclusion, including me. I had done my part and it was obvious that they had more to say and do.“The team is doing so much right now and I think they know pretty much like we do, how important this is for us, they would surely find something on him.” Adam sighed, clasping his hands together.“We should also meet with the commissioner of police, and anyone else that would be of help to us

Vivian's POVThe silence was becoming really awkward and I needed it to stop. Was he too shy to talk to me, or did he not feel the need to? We had connected really well in the kitchen earlier that afternoon, so I wondered why he wasn’t asking any questions or trying to know things about me that did not include pastries, or recipes.I was already so drunk from all the drinking, and I could barely stand up straight.“You alright? You look like you need sleep” Luca asked, looking at me.Was he trying to dismiss me, was he trying to use the fact that I was drunk as an excuse to leave? I didn’t want to be so rash about my thoughts and conclusions, so I tried my best not to speak about my concerns and instead just forge a smile.“I’m all good, just a little tipsy. But it does seem like you want to retire to bed though, I guess the day has been really stressful.” I said trying to act natural, while feeding my curiosity.“No not at all, I quite enjoy staying here with you” he replied, making