All Chapters of His Regret: Loved by My Ex's Uncle: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

NoahThe casino stood like an oasis of opulence amidst a desolate landscape. As we drove up to its entrance, I was struck by the sheer extravagance of the place. Neon lights bathed the building in a rainbow of colors. The sound of clinking chips and raucous laughter spilled into the night air. The casino promised a world of decadence and excess. The sins of the world were played out behind its glitzy doors.As we approached the entrance, a team of imposing bodyguards eyed us with suspicion. Simon, who had come along as our supposed driver and chaperone, was stopped outside. Cassandra and I exchanged a worried glance, knowing that the danger ahead was almost palpable. Simon tried to assert his right to enter, his face set in a serious expression.“I’m their chaperone,” Simon said firmly, stepping forward. “I need to be inside.”One of the guards, a huge man with a tattooed arm, shook his head dismissively. “Sorry, buddy. We’re not letting anyone in who doesn’t have a proper invite.”S

 NoahI could barely hear Cassandra calling my name through the haze of pain and panic. My mind was racing, trying to process the danger surrounding me. I had acted on impulse. But I didn’t regret my decision. At least Malcolm’s focus wasn’t on Cassandra anymore, giving her a chance to escape his advances. My own situation, however, was rapidly deteriorating.The two guards had me pinned down, their grips unyielding and merciless. Josie’s cold voice cut through the tension. “Follow me, boys. And bring that bitch along with you. You guys can have some fun with her,” she ordered. Her laugh was sharp and mocking. A chill ran down my spine.I struggled to escape. But my efforts were futi

 NoahMy breath caught in my throat as Josie lifted the gun. Her eyes were blazing with murderous intent. Her gaze was focused on the man who had just saved me. "No!" I screamed. Panic and desperation flooded every fiber of my being. I couldn’t let anyone else die for me. Not after what happened to Owen and Raymond.My body moved on its own, lunging toward the man to block the bullet. But before I could reach him, he pulled me down with him in one swift motion. His strong arms cradled my head as we hit the ground together. The world spun as we tumbled.My ear pressed against his chest. In the chaos of the moment, the sound of his heartbeat was all I could hear—a strong and steady rhythm just inches from my

Raymond“You seem awfully familiar. What’s your name again?” Malcolm’s cold eyes bore into mine, searching for any sign of deception. His gaze was unnervingly sharp. As if he could peel away the layers of my disguise with a single look. But I didn’t flinch. I couldn't afford to.“David Watson, sir,” I responded smoothly, the alias slipping off my tongue with practiced ease. “I was hired a few weeks ago to replace one of your guards.” I kept my tone steady, my face impassive. But inside, my mind was racing. Would he buy it?Malcolm’s lips curled into a faint, disbelieving smirk as he studied me. “David Watson, huh? Interesting name. There’s something about you… your eyes, maybe.” He leaned in closer, the smell of expensive cologne mingling with something darker—something sinister. “They remind me of someone I used to know.”My heart pounded in my chest, but I maintained my composure. I stared right back at him, not showing any signs of fear. The military had done more than just piece m

NoahMalcolm stood before us, a deranged figure. Blood was streaming down his face from a wound on his forehead. The crimson trail only intensified the madness in his eyes. His raven hair, no longer slicked back, now jutted out wildly, giving him the appearance of a horned figure. In the shadows, he looked like the devil himself, straight out of hell.His eerie, guttural laugh echoed through the dimly lit alley. It sent shivers down my spine. The gun in his hand was aimed directly at us. His finger was twitching dangerously close to the trigger.Raymond's presence beside me was both a comfort and a curse. His return from the dead had filled me with a hope I never thought I’d feel again. But now that hope was hanging by a thread. Malcolm’s words rattled me to the core.“Raymond... What does he mean?” My voice trembled as I looked up at him, searching his eyes for some hint of the truth. The thought of him being on drugs, of him needing something so desperately, terrified me. I needed to