Trading My Ex for His Uncle

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When Damon arrived, Nyla was sitting on the sofa, staring blankly. Hearing the footsteps, she looked up toward the door. Her eyes were red and filled with helplessness and fear, like a frightened little rabbit. "Uncle Damon, you're here," she called out.

Damon approached her and asked in a low voice, "Are you hurt?"

Nyla shook her head. "I'm okay. I was at the bar with Valarie. I wasn't home... When I came back, this is what I found..."

Damon frowned. "Have you called the police?"

"Yes, I did. They should be arriving soon," she replied.

"Alright. You can't stay here. I'll have Spencer find you a new place," Damon said.

"Can I stay with you for the next few days?" Nyla asked.

As soon as she finished speaking, the living room fell silent, so quiet that they could almost hear each other's breathing.

Damon's eyes narrowed dangerously as he spoke, each word deliberate. "Do you know what you're saying?"

His direct gaze seemed to penetrate everything, making Nyla feel as if she had nowhere to hide. It was as though all her thoughts were exposed to him.

She forced herself to meet his gaze and nodded. "I do."

Damon looked at her and chuckled. "I thought it would take you a while longer to make up your mind."

He knew that Nyla was with him primarily to use him, but that was alright. There would come a day when she would fall in love with him.

Nyla pressed her lips together, about to speak, when footsteps came from the doorway-the police had arrived.

Aside from taking statements, Damon mostly handled the discussions with the police, while Nyla oned questions occasionally.

After the police left, Damon turned to Nyla. "I have to go to the office later. Do you want to come with me, or should I pick you up after work?"

"I need to clean up the house and prepare some clothes," Nyla answered.

Damon nodded. "Alright, I'll arrange for someone to protect you. Call me if you need anything."

His expression remained cool, but his gaze held a hint of warmth. It was like snow melting away, creating ripples in Nyla's heart.

She turned her gaze away and nodded. "Okay."

In the next moment, she found herself enveloped in a warm embrace.

Damon's dry, warm hand stroked her head, his voice low and gentle "Dont be afraid I'm here"

Nyla stiffened for a moment, then wrapped her arms around his waist closing her eyes and stently apologizing in her heart.

She didn't want to use Damon, but being with him was her only way to confront the Summers right now.

She felt too selfish and didn't deserve Damon's feelings

Sensing her response, Damon tightened his hold slightly

After a long moment, he finally released her. I'll come to pick you up later"

His gaze was much warmer than before, causing Nyla's face to flush slightly. She lowered her head and said, "Alright."

Her shy and hesitant demeanor made Damon's eyes darran a little. It took him several seconds to regain his composure. He suddenly understood why people kept their mistresses hidden in the palace in the olden days.

After Damon left, Nyla patted her flushed cheeks and calmed herself down to start toying up the disheveled living room.

By the time Nyla finished organizing, it was already past 3:00 pm. She brewed a cup of tea and sat on the sofa, absently tapping her fingers on the cup.

Since Clark had done this to her home, she needed to get back at him.

After thinking for a moment, she dialed a number for an entertainment news outletTêxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

By evening, a breaking news story had taken over the headlines of major extensinment publications:

[Shocking! Clark Sumner, former CEO of the Sumner Group, remamies his mistress on the very day of his divorce!]

During the evening commute, a typically dull time, this entertainment headine immediately gracced

eryone's attention, and people eagerly discussed it.

It wont long before the news reached Richard and Marie.

Richard immediately called Clark, berating and ordering him to suppress the news within an hour.

When Clark called Nyla, she was preparing dinner. Expecting his call, she had taken him off her blocked

list

As soon as the call connected, Clark's nearly shouting voice came through "Nyla, how can you be so malicious?! The biggest mistake of my life was loving you and marrying you against everyone's opposition! Nyla sprinkled some coriander into the soup, thinking that Clark's voice had never sounded so pleasing

She laughed softly and replied slowly, "Don't be in a hurry. You'll have plenty more chances to regret it. Today won't be the last time you do."