All Chapters of His uncle's sweetheart : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

"You really think you outsmarted me?" Rafael's voice cut through the silent office, razor-sharp and poisonous as he sat stiff with restrained fury behind his desk, his gaze darting from Alexander to Bernice, challenging either of them to deny the accusation.Alexander raised an eyebrow, his calm exterior masking the storm brewing within him. “If you’re done with the dramatics, Rafael, perhaps you’d like to explain what this is about?” His tone was measured, but the tension in his jaw was unmistakable.“Don't play dumb,” Rafael snapped, his hand slapping against the flat surface of the desk. You've only been in Rome for less than a month and my company is hemorrhaging millions just about critical data leaks, financial discrepancies, and some contracts being sabotaged. Is that a coincidence? I don't think so.” Bernice who had said nothing for a while. Now she broke in: "Rafael, you are mistaken; Alexander and I are innocent of this." The mere sound of her voice showed an accent of irri

"Mummy will be back soon, right, Clara?" Mia's soft voice pierced the warm afternoon air as she pulled on Clara's skirt while they took a walk through the vivacious park."Yes, sweetie," Clara said with an encouraging smile. "Your mummy is just working on some stuff. She'll come back soon."In another second, Luca ran ahead, a squeal of laughter echoing through as he chased after a butterfly. "Can I show mummy the butterfly when she comes back?" he called back.Clara's heart pinched. "Of course, Luca. She'll love that."Noisy was the park: chatter of families, loud laughs of kids, and from time to time, the barking of a dog. Clara watched the twins run from the swings to the slides, trying to cap off the gnawing unease in her chest-a feeling she could hardly explain."Stay close, both of you!" she called, a little alarm creeping into her voice.The twins continued to play as if they hadn't a clue of her anxiety. Clara dug out her phone and checked once again for messages from either B

"Where are they?" Rafael's voice thundered across the large hall of his mansion as he paced up and down irritation mounting with each ticking second. Dark eyes blazed and his fists clenched hard at their sides.Ethan was standing casually, leaning against the doorframe, his arms across his chest; a smug smirk played on his lips. "Calm down, Uncle; it's not the end of the world. Yet."Rafael shot him a sharp glare. "Calm down? Bernice left without a word, and you want me to calm down? She's always running, Ethan! Always slipping through my fingers!”Ethan pushed off the wall and approached him with a calculated expression on his face. "Maybe she's not worth chasing after, Rafael. Maybe she's not who you think she is."Rafael stopped pacing and turned fully toward Ethan. "What are you trying to say?”Ethan shrugged with a feigned burden of nonchalance. "I'm just saying, maybe Bernice isn't worth your time. She left you once, right? Now she's doing it again. Why bother?”Rafael's jaw cla

Rafael sat with his back to the window, staring into the glow of his laptop screen. The seriousness of the email in front of him-something to do with a comprehensive report about another act of sabotage against one of the key projects of the company made him sad. His eyes fogged, and the words disappeared into a blaze of mental pictures of Bernice: her laughs, her fiery arguments, how she used to challenge him.“Sir,” his assistant, interrupted gently from the doorway, “the board is waiting for your response on the proposed measures to counteract the sabotage.”Rafael waved her off impatiently. “Tell them I’ll review it later.”Laura hesitated. “They’ve been waiting for three days, sir. The situation is escalating—”“I said later!” Rafael barked, his voice sharp enough to make her flinch.She scampered off, and with a groan, Rafael leaned back in his chair to pinch the bridge of his nose. Just couldn't put himself through this anymore: not with Bernice out there, not with Alexander o

"Where could she be?" Bernice demanded tersely in the hush of Alexander's office tension and frustration edging her voice. She paced restlessly round the room, having her arms tightly crossed against her chest, as if holding herself together. Deep lines of worry engraved her face, making her look more fragile, even while her fierce determination showed no sign of faltering.Alexander leaned back in the chair beside the desk and regarded her silently. His features reflected his concern and weariness. "Bernice," he said quietly, "we're doing all that we can. Marcus has every possible lead covered and the reward will draw more information soon.""It's not enough!" she snapped, stopping abruptly and glaring at him. Glassy from the sleepless nights, angst over having her children missing was deeply ingrained in her tone. "My daughter has been missing for days, Alexander! My son. God knows what they're doing to Luca right now." The crack of her voice betrayed her, and she turned away, ref