All Chapters of Thirst For My Billionaire Uncle : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“What’s that?” I ask him, looking in his direction I notice the bright smile on his face. “What’s that grin about?” I cock a brow and he takes my hand, parting his lips to speak. At this moment, a valet informs him about his bike. “Sir, your bike is leaking oil. I can’t figure out -” Noah rolls his eyes, clicking his tongue he asks the valet to leave and he is coming to check.  “Give me a moment, Raya…” he says to me and I nod, watching him running behind the valet. I remain there, looking around, my eyes following the fresh petals of the roses beautifully scattering onto the ground. It creates a path to the beautiful setup I can see from here. I have an idea that Noah is planning to propose to me and I am so excited about this.  Last night I thought a

Carlos  “Last I remember, I am invited to this engagement party -” he has the guts to speak back to me. My anger is simmering on my face, prominent and my cold stares fixed in his direction. I am waiting for one wrong move from him and then he is dead. I swear to God. The way he has this satisfying grin on his face boils my blood to the core. I am bothered by the fact that he is sitting here so casually and even has the nerve to talk to my niece so openly.  “I am not impressed by the fact that you are a fucking bastard. A complete rascal to be exact -” I spit in anger and he chuckles, finding my words amusing him. If the insults alone are amusing to him then I am afraid he is crazy up there. “I am triumphant to know that the party itself has very amazing faces and figures to look at.” I c

Carlos  Upon seeing her with Sean, my patience wears thin. Despite warning her to stay away from that man, she is now standing side by side with him, casually sharing a drink. The way he flirts with her, the intense gaze he fixes upon her, stirs a fucking rage within me. The thought of approaching him and unleashing a torrent of punches until his face is marred and blood spills is tempting, as my anger threatens to consume me. Standing beside Warren, I am at a loss for words. The need to express my anger drives me to muster every ounce of frustration within me. Finally, I manage to speak through gritted teeth, "Warren, she is becoming uncontrollable. Why is she so fucking stubborn?" Warren's response is marked by silence, his expression tinged with disappointment. I stand there, my fists clenched so tightly that my skin turns pa

Raya As I watch him being led away, the handcuffs clinking in his hands, I see the disappointment etched on his face. His eyes hold a silent accusation, questioning why I would betray him in such a way. But the truth remains unspoken – it is he who has betrayed me. He took the life of the man who had proposed to me, a proposal I had accepted out of a sense of duty and responsibility, choosing the harsh reality over the fleeting fantasy that Uncle Carlos had offered. At this moment, I stand firm in my decision, knowing that my actions were driven by a need to uphold justice and protect those I care about.My connection with Uncle Carlos was nothing more than a forbidden fantasy, a fruit that would poison me if I continued to indulge in its allure. Despite the inevitable judgment from others, I feel no shame in openly addressing the reality of our relationship. His actions and words reveal the truth of the situation, laying bare the complexities and consequences of our interactions. A

Raya The funeral has come to an end, yet my grief lingers. The thoughts of Noah consume me, making it difficult to focus on anything else. With my father now asking me to assume my uncle's position in the business, I am faced with uncertainty and doubt about how to navigate the complexities of the corporate world. However, I am determined to prove my worth to both my uncle and my father. Supported by my brothers, I dress in a sophisticated black blazer suit, complemented by high heels, red lipstick, and a sleek high ponytail. The mourning for my boyfriend's death is reflected in my choice to wear black, a constant reminder of my loss. The ring he gave me is a permanent fixture on my finger, a symbol of our love and a cherished memento of our time together.The void left by Noah's absence weighs heavily on my heart, but it is my uncle's sudden disappearance that unsettles me the most. His constant presence in my life has become a part of my routine, and without him, I feel a sense of