All Chapters of After Reincarnation I Married My Ex's Uncle : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Closer," he snaps, his tone sharper this time.I suck in a deep breath, and before I can stop myself, the words spill out."Hey, please don’t shoot me! I promise, if you let me go, I won’t say a word about anything I saw. I didn’t even see your face—okay, that’s a lie. I did see it, and, uh, wow, you’re really gorgeous, I have to say."His brows knit together, but I’m too far gone to stop now."My point is," I ramble on, "someone with a face like yours doesn’t belong in jail. You know what happens there, and I’d really hate for you to end up like that. So I definitely won’t tell anyone, not the police, not anyone. Please, I really don’t want to die. I still have so much to do!"My voice finally falters, and I realize I’m holding my breath. When I dare to look at him again, his expression is unreadable."Are you done?" he asks, one perfectly sculpted eyebrow arched.I blink at him, my mouth snapping shut."I don’t need a monologue," he says dryly. "I just want you to take that phone."

Josh leaves soon after he receives another text; i dont even try to stop himI am about to do the same when a shadow looms over the table, and I look up to find a young woman standing there, her expression hard and unyielding.It takes me a moment to recognise her—Ciara. A classmate. She had always stood out with her effortless beauty: short, dark brown hair that framed her face, hazel eyes that sparkled with intelligence—or, in this moment, judgement—and a dusting of freckles across her button nose that softened her otherwise sharp demeanor.But her body language right now is anything but soft.“You’re a really bad person, aren’t you?” she said, her tone cold and accusatory, cutting through the muted chatter of the café.I blink, startled. “Excuse me?”She wasn’t holding back. Her eyes dart to the seat Josh had just vacated before returning to mine, her gaze as sharp as a blade. She clutches a to-go cup and a small brown bag, but her attention was fully on me, like a predator who had

I take a deep breath and push open the restaurant door, stepping into a world of bright lights and laughter. The place had been transformed for the occasion; it was obvious the planner had spared no expense. They had rented out the entire place; every table gleamed with polished silverware, and fairy lights hung delicately from the ceiling, casting a warm glow across the room. My gaze sweeps the space, searching for a particular duo, and there they are—Lisa and Josh.Through the glass partition, I see them surrounded by our classmates, laughing and chatting as if they don’t care in the world. Lisa’s head tilts back as she giggles at something Josh says, her expression radiant. It ignites a fire inside me. My nervousness evaporates, replaced by a fury so intense it makes my hands tremble.Every step I take toward the restaurant strengthens my resolve. Memories flood my mind—every instance of pain, betrayal, and loneliness they caused in my past life. The humiliation, the isolation, the

Alaric’s POVI slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. The sterile smell of antiseptic filled my nostrils, and a dull ache throbbed in my shoulder. Dammit, I thought, piecing together fragments of memory.I’d been jumped right outside the café after visiting my cousin on campus. I had walked to the back to take a call when two guys came out of nowhere and attacked me. They caught me off guard, but I managed to fight back. Unfortunately, one of them got a lucky hit, stabbing me in the shoulder. The knife must’ve hit an artery because the blood wouldn’t stop.As I struggled to keep pressure on the wound, a girl had appeared. She’d helped me reach my phone and called for help, but everything after that was a blur. I must’ve passed out before anyone arrived.Groaning, I tried to sit up, only for pain to shoot through my shoulder. Before I could move further, Tristan, my personal assistant, rushed to my side. "Easy now, sir," he said, gently pressing me back onto the bed

I hesitated, weighing the enormity of the decision. Could I commit to working for someone like Alaric for two years? The man oozed power and control—qualities that both intrigued and unnerved me. Yet, the thought of saving my father’s company overshadowed every reservation. This might be the only chance to rescue our business from the brink of disaster. "I need more details," I finally said, meeting Alaric's gaze with a firm resolve. He gave a small nod, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Pressing the intercom on his desk, he spoke in a commanding tone. "Tristan, please come in." My curiosity was piqued as I wondered who Tristan was and how he would help me understand more. Moments later, the door opened, and in walked a man I recognized instantly. He was one of the people who had helped Alaric in the alleyway—and, as soon as he spoke, I placed his voice as the one who had answered my call for help yesterday. Tristan approached the desk with practiced efficiency, d