Stolen love: In love with my sister 's fiance-Chapter 65 a strange pull

The wedding reception was alive with music and laughter. Guests clinked their glasses, celebrating Mary and her husband as they cut the wedding cake.

Elaine embraced Mary, her pastel pink gown flowing softly as she whispered, "Congratulations. You deserve all the happiness in the world."

Mary, dressed in an elegant white mermaid gown, smiled through misty eyes. "Thank you, Elaine. I wish the same for you."

Meanwhile, Ryan sat at a distance, watching in silence. He held a drink in his hand but hadn't taken a sip. His heart ached as he watched the woman he loved slip further away into a new life, a life that didn't include him.

"Daddy, can I go play?"

Ryan turned to see Athena tugging at his sleeve, her big gray eyes filled with excitement. A group of children were playing nearby, their giggles filling the air.

He hesitated, then nodded. "Alright, but don't go too far."

With a bright smile, Athena ran off.

Ryan exhaled deeply and decided it was time to nurse his broken heart with something stronger. He pushed back his chair and made his way toward the bar.

At the same time, Elaine finished her conversation and turned to look for Ryan. Athena's bedtime was approaching, and they needed to leave. freewёbnoνel.com

But when she glanced around, she didn't see Athena anywhere.

Her heart skipped a beat. Where was she?

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Athena was having fun, laughing as she ran with the other children, playing hide-and-seek. The wedding venue was large, with winding paths and a vast garden.

But in the excitement, she didn't realize she had gone too far.

When she finally stopped running, everything looked unfamiliar. The twinkling lights from the reception were gone.

The laughter of the other kids had faded.

She was alone.

Fear gripped her little chest. She turned left, then right, but nothing looked familiar.

Her hands started to tremble. "Daddy?" she called out, but no one answered.

Her breath quickened as panic set in. She had to find her way back.

So she ran.

Tears blurred her vision as she sprinted forward, her tiny legs struggling to move fast enough. The fear in her heart grew heavier with every step.

Then, in her panic—

She tripped.

Athena fell hard onto the pavement, scraping her knee. She gasped at the sharp sting, but before she could get up—

Bright headlights flashed in front of her.

A car was coming.

Her breath caught in her throat as she squeezed her eyes shut.

Then—SCREECH!

The car came to a sudden stop, just inches from where she lay.

For a moment, everything was silent except for Athena's soft sniffles.

The car door clicked open.

A tall man stepped out, his polished shoes reflecting under the streetlights.

Athena wiped her tears and looked up—

Straight into the striking gray eyes of a stranger.

His gaze softened as he looked at her. "Are you hurt?" he asked gently.

Athena stared at him, awe-struck.

The uncle is handsome!

Sniffling, she shook her head. "No... I just... I forgot my way."

The man studied her for a moment before giving a small nod. "I see."

Without hesitation, he reached out and lifted her into his arms.

Athena, too surprised to argue, simply nodded.

He carried her toward his car and spoke calmly. "You have a small scratch. Let's clean it up before we find your parents, alright?"

Still mesmerized by him, Athena simply nodded.

Inside the car, the man's assistant stared in shock.

He had never seen his boss act this way before.

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The man sat in the back seat of his car, carefully nursing the little girl's wound. He didn't understand why—why did he feel the need to help her?

He wasn't fond of children. In fact, he had always kept his distance from them. They were loud, demanding, and emotional—things he had no patience for.

Yet, this girl... this little thing in front of him felt different.

There was something about her.

Her soft features, her delicate frame, and most of all—her gray eyes.

They held an eerie familiarity, a strange pull that made his chest tighten. They were just like his own.

He didn't know why, but as he looked at her tear-streaked face, something in him softened. The cold, distant part of him that had been frozen for years cracked—just a little.

Athena sniffled, watching as he carefully placed a bandage on her knee.

"Thank you, handsome Uncle," she said in a small voice.

His lips twitched slightly at the title. Handsome Uncle? He had never been called that before.

"Where are your parents?" he asked, his voice softer than he intended.

Athena pointed out the window toward a grand villa in the distance. "I was playing with my friends, but then I forgot my way back."

The man studied the villa. There was a party going on—elegant, sophisticated, filled with people who clearly belonged to high society.

He turned to his assistant. "Take us there."

His assistant nodded but hesitated. "I'll go inside and find her parents."

But the man's gaze hardened, silently telling him to stop talking.

The assistant swallowed nervously. His boss never cared about these things. Why now?

Without another word, the man carried Athena out of the car, holding her securely in his arms.

And with a strange sense of urgency, he walked toward the villa—toward the unknown.

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The man walked toward the grand villa, carrying Athena securely in his arms. His assistant trailed behind, trying to keep up.

He wasn't sure why, but an unfamiliar emotion stirred inside him—anger.

How could her parents be so careless?

What if the car hadn't stopped in time?

What if someone with bad intentions had found her instead?

What if she had gotten seriously hurt?

The thought made his jaw clench. He never interfered in other people's matters, but this time—this time was different.

As he walked through the entrance, heads turned. Women gasped, their eyes widening with admiration.

Who was this man?

Tall, powerful, impossibly handsome. His dark suit fit him perfectly, exuding an air of wealth and authority. Yet, the way he held the little girl in his arms—gentle, protective—made them stare even more.

He looked cold, yet... soft.

The contrast was mesmerizing.

Some of the women sighed, thinking, He must be married.

And that little girl...

She looked just like him.

Her delicate features, her stunning gray eyes, her soft curls—it was clear she had inherited his beauty.

Their hearts sank.

His wife must be breathtaking. To have a husband like him and a daughter so adorable—it wasn't fair.

Unaware of the murmurs around him, the man focused only on one thing—finding Athena's parents.

And when he did, he had a few words for them.

Just as the man was about to step inside the villa, his assistant hesitantly cleared his throat and rushed forward.

"Boss—" the assistant stammered, his voice laced with urgency. "An important call just came in. It's about the Germany deal. You have to attend it immediately."

The man stopped in his tracks, closing his eyes for a brief second before taking a deep breath. When he opened them, his gaze was cold, sharp—dangerous.

The assistant flinched under the weight of that icy stare. "Boss, please... it's not my fault," he said, his voice almost pleading.

There was silence.

Then, with slow precision, the man exhaled. He looked down at Athena, who was watching him curiously with her wide gray eyes—his gray eyes.

Reluctantly, he turned toward his assistant. "Fine." His voice was low but carried authority. "But listen carefully."

The assistant swallowed hard and nodded.

"Hold her gently. Make sure she doesn't fall or get hurt on the way and find her parents give them enough scolding from me".

His voice was calm but firm, leaving no room for argument.

The assistant swallowed hard and nodded quickly. "Y-yes, boss." Carefully, he took the little girl into his arms, ensuring she was secure.

The man's gaze lingered on Athena for a moment longer before he finally turned away, took the phone from his pocket. With a cold expression, he answered the call and walked off, his posture stiff with irritation.