All Chapters of His Regret: Loved by My Ex's Uncle: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

NoahAs the bulletproof vehicle transported me to a new location, my thoughts were a whirlwind. When we arrived, a bodyguard lifted me into a wheelchair. It was the first time in ages I was outside. Yet, I couldn’t see any of it. My heart ached. I used to love watching the changing landscapes of Edendale. But I couldn’t appreciate any of it now.The season had turned to winter. The icy wind rushed past me in a sharp whistle, pulling my hair in every direction. I was grateful for my winter clothing and Raymond’s big, warm hand enveloping mine.When we entered the private sanatorium, the warmth welcomed us like an embrace. It was a quiet, secluded place that offered peace and security. Raymond had taken every measure to protect me. The surroundings were serene and the staff attentive. Yet, I couldn’t shake the unease that clung to me.Raymond tucked me into my new bed. It was way more comfortable than the last. A double bed, this time. I looked forward to spending the night next to my h

RaymondThe grand hall was a spectacle of opulence. It was filled with the city’s elite, draped in exquisite gowns and intricate masks. The chandeliers above glittered with thousands of crystals, casting a shimmering light over the crowd. Gold and red hues dominated the room, creating an air of decadence. The atmosphere buzzed with excitement and mystery. Each masked guest added to the intrigue.Noah had insisted on coming with us. But it was too dangerous. She couldn’t see, and I wouldn’t let anything happen to her again. The thought of her vulnerable in this sea of masked strangers sent a shiver down my spine. I had to keep her safe, even if it meant leaving her behind in the sanatorium."We need to be careful," I said, adjusting my mask. "The Blackwoods might be here, and we can't predict their moves."Owen nodded. “Understood.”Owen was dressed in a sharp, midnight blue tuxedo. His indigo mask was intricately designed with silver accents. A dark wig and fake mustache completed his

NoahThe night of the masquerade, I couldn't sleep. Worry gnawed at me, twisting my stomach into knots. Raymond was out there. He was facing who-knows-what dangers. Meanwhile I was stuck here, entirely helpless. Knowing that Owen was by his side and Uncle Henry had their backs was a comfort. But it didn’t ease my mind entirely.I tried to focus on other things, but horror scenarios kept invading my thoughts. I pictured Raymond and Owen being discovered by the Blackwoods, taken to some hideout, or worse. The images were vivid. Each one more terrifying than the last.I needed the toilet. Normally, I'd call a nurse. But tonight, I felt a desperate need to prove to myself that I could do something on my own. I got out of bed, relying on my memory to navigate the room. The darkness was oppressive. Each step was a challenge. I bumped into a few things, muttering curses under my breath."Will my eyes ever get better?" I whispered. A mixture of frustration and hope tinged my voice.When I

Noah"Hello, thanks for agreeing to meet with us," Raymond said warmly. I heard them exchange a kiss on the cheek. The woman bent down to greet me in the same way."Hi, Cassandra. It's nice to meet you," I said, my voice trembling slightly. Her long, silken hair brushed my cheek. Even her perfume smelled alluring. I thought being here with Raymond would help ease my jealousy, but as they discussed the plans in hushed tones, I felt even more like an outsider.I sipped my cappuccino and took a bite out of my croissant, trying to look busy. My mind drifted elsewhere as I half-listened to their conversation. Images came to my mind. A stunning woman in a shimmering gown. Her and Raymond, both wearing masks, da

NoahThe sudden voice outside the door made both of us freeze. I could feel Josie’s heart pounding through the hand she had clamped over my mouth. It was Cassandra! My last hope.But Josie seemed to sense my thoughts. She tightened her grip, her fingers digging painfully into my skin.“Don’t say a word,” she hissed, her voice low and menacing. “You wouldn’t want her to die too, would you?”We stood there in silence, waiting. The knock at the door faded away, and the silence felt suffocating. Maybe it was for the best that Cassandra didn’t come in. At least she was safe. As for me, I was growing dizzy from the blood loss and Josie’s grip around my throat. If my death could protect everyone else, maybe it was w