HIRED BY MY EX'S BILLIONAIRE UNCLE

TYSHA "You're pregnant?!" Bryse's shocked voice grated on my nerves as he stumbled upon me retching into the sink. After I managed to clean myself up, I shot my lousy ex a death glare, telling him to mind his own business. "Who's the father?" he persisted, his curiosity driving me up the wall. "It's none of your business, Bryse!" I snapped, shoving him away from me, infuriated by his nosiness. But he didn't back down. Despite my forceful push, he stood his ground, his determination to uncover the truth unwavering. "It can't be my uncle, Tysha. After what I told you, you know he shouldn't be," he reminded me, the weight of his words sinking in. He was right. After learning everything about Rue, I knew it was a terrible idea to be carrying his twins. But at that moment, I was too overwhelmed to process it all. I was broken and hopeless, and the last thing I needed was Bryse prying into my personal life. "Just leave me alone!" I exclaimed, my voice tinged with frustration, before

RUE In one of the guest rooms of my penthouse, the woman's voice echoed as she attempted to please me. Despite her efforts, there was an unsettling numbness within me, a void that even her intimate gestures couldn't fill. I clenched my teeth, grappling with the realization that something was amiss. "How about this, Sir?" she inquired; her tone a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. But the pleasure she offered remained elusive, and I could only muster a disheartened shake of my head. "Enough. You can now go," I declared, a sense of frustration evident in my voice. The woman, taken aback, questioned our premature conclusion. "Huh? But we're not even at the climax?" "We? Or I? You've reached the climax for God knows how many times already," I retorted, irritation cutting through my words. "Now, go. Leave me alone." Her protest hung in the air, but a stern glare from me silenced any further objections. Reluctantly, she left, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I stood there, still

RUE I sat at my office desk feeling really frustrated. Small things were bothering me, like not finding my pen and having an email I didn't read. I tried to work on my laptop, but I couldn't stop thinking about what happened last night. "Ugh," I sighed, running my hand through my hair. The board meeting was stressing me out, and the memories from the strip club kept coming back, making it hard to focus. My usually neat office was a mess, with papers scattered everywhere. It just added to my frustration—with myself, the whole situation, and the memory that wouldn't leave me alone. I was irritated about how the women touched me in that strip club but most especially, I was fuming mad about the girl who refused to help me. Like, how could she ignore someone like me?! I never felt humiliated like that in my entire life. No one has ever paid no attention to me before. It’s not that I wanted attention last night but—damn it! I could not forget the woman’s face who dared to ignore me. I

RUE My balls were throbbing like crazy. That girl had just kicked me out of nowhere. Who does that? I barely knew her, and then I was in pain. I swore to myself quietly, "She's gonna pay for this." I didn't sign up to get kicked in the balls that night. The audacity?! No way she was getting away with it. Stepped gingerly, feeling the ache, but deep down, I was determined. No one got away with kicking me like that. Whether she was Bryse's ex or not, it wasn't cool. This isn't over, not by a long shot. THE next day, I decided to visit my 9-month pregnant sister, Cindy, on a whim. Cindy and I shared the same mom and dad. On the flip side, our older sister Amelia, who was Bryse's mother, came from my father's first marriage. Our family tree was a bit messy, but basically, my mom was a mistress. Cindy and I were illegitimate children, and that's why Grandpa favored Bryse more, being Amelia's son. “Rue!” Cindy exclaimed with surprise as I parked my car in their driveway. “Why didn’t

RUE I could sense Tysha's nervousness, practically smell it. She was definitely lying when she denied about knowing me. As she entered the passenger seat, she immediately fumbled for the seat belt, not realizing that in my Bentley Continental, it operated differently. I sighed. Despite my disdain for her, I reluctantly helped her with the seat belt. Closing the door, I triggered the automatic belt bringer, pulling it over her and intentionally closing the gap between us. I couldn't ignore her sweet scent, oddly alluring, but I pushed that thought aside. "Uhh... thanks," she muttered breathily. I remained silent. After assisting her, I made my way to the driver's seat, and we finally left Cindy’s residence. An awkward silence lingered between us, prompting me to break it by launching into an interrogation. "You know me," I accused, pretending to be entirely certain of my statement. “H-Huh?” she stuttered, obviously nervous of my accusations. I noticed how she looked in my direc