All Chapters of His Regret: I'm with his uncle now : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Cassie froze. At first, her brain refused to process what she had just read. Her life. Her last name. The last few years she had lived. All a lie. Cassie felt sick. Her lungs clenched, refusing air. Her stomach twisted so violently she thought she might vomit right there. Her hands trembled uncontrollably as she clutched the edge of the bed, knuckles bone-white. For a terrifying second she thought she might pass out. “No…” she whispered, voice breaking. The word tore from her throat like glass. “No, no, no…” Every nerve in her body screamed at once. She was replaying every moment. The lies. Everything was lie. Cora’s face reflected Cassie’s horror like a mirror. She dropped onto the bed beside her, grabbing her shoulders, shaking her gently as if to keep her from shattering apart. “Cassie…” Cora’s voice cracked, but she forced it steady. “Oh my God. Cassie, breathe. Just breathe, okay? I’m right here. You’re not alone.” But Cassie couldn’t. She bent forward, clutching her st

The words did not settle with Cassie. Her chest tightened, her breath came fast. Did this man just call her the CFO of his whole company? She stood there in stunned disbelief. Warm, heavy hands reached for hers. One after another, she shook them, her own hand trembling. The skin of the men and women she greeted felt dry, cool, firm. She tried to smile, though her lips wavered. Her eyes burned. Tears pushed up, but she did not let them fall. She held them back with all her strength. Arden stood apart, his eyes never left her. He seemed… pleased. Or maybe not. With him, it was always hard to tell. His face gave nothing away. The room grew quiet again. The hum of the air conditioner filled the silence. Papers rustled. Shoes tapped on the floor. Then Arden’s deep voice cut through the air. “We will be having a coming out party. Combine it with the hotel unveiling that was ruined by some tasteless individuals.” he said. Heads turned toward him. His tone was calm and steady. Arden had

The lights dimmed in the ballroom. A soft hum moved through the crowd as the host’s voice carried over the speakers. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he said, “tonight we are proud to present the future of Dalton Hotels, founders and Operators of Rhett's. Please welcome—your CEO, Warren Dalton. Your COO, Arden Rhett. And your new CFO, Cassidy Murphy.” A spotlight cut across the room. It landed on the three of them as they stepped forward. Cassie’s heels clicked softly on the marble floor. Her chest rose and fell too fast, but she lifted her chin and kept walking. Arden walked at her side. His hand was pressed against the small of her back. Steady and strong. She leaned on that touch without letting it show. Warren, on the other hand, wore his perfect grin. He waved as if the applause was made for him alone. Camera flashes lit up the hall. The band started again. People leaned forward, eager to greet them. Cassie’s heart thudded hard in her chest. She shook hands, smiled, and nodded, but he

That morning, Cassie had posted on her social media. Upcoming auction. Gleaming photos. Captions with the date, the time, the address, all wrapped up in her signature polish. The post lit up like wildfire. Comments flooded in. Messages buzzed her phone until it burned hot in her hand. Everyone who was anyone wanted in. And the whispers only grew louder when it was confirmed: Arden Rhett would be attending. The city’s elite swarmed like moths to a flame. The auction was no longer just an event—it was a stage. Savannah, giddy with the traction Cassie’s posts stirred, seized her moment. She invited her high-profile circle, Misty included, gathering them around like a court of fashionable vultures sipping tea. “So, Savannah,” one girl purred, “how’s your mom’s auction coming along?” Savannah smoothed her hair, smiling sweetly. “Oh, it’s going perfectly. We’ve got some extraordinary pieces lined up. This is going to be the kind of event people remember for years.” Supportive hums and

The night air was thick with tension, the kind that hummed in the bones long before words were spoken. “Do you have any idea how many cameras are plastered on this building—let alone the ones across the street? Are you stupid?” Harris’s voice cracked like a whip as he yanked Trent through the glass doors, dragging him into the half-lit lobby. Trent stumbled, his jaw clenched but his eyes darting like a cornered animal. “I didn’t think, alright? She—” He spat the word like venom. “That bitch was getting on my nerves. She thinks she’s grown a mind of her own.” Harris’s face twisted with barely contained fury. “And what? You came here to remind her you still own her? To drag her into your car in front of half the goddamn city?” His voice dropped to a hiss. “What exactly were you hoping to achieve, Trent?” Trent's silence was louder than any excuse. His shoulders hunched, shame crawling up his neck in a red flush. Harris raked a trembling hand over his face, his chest rising and falli