My Ex-Boyfriend Mafia Uncle loves me

Agitated, Regina Jones stood at the window of her office that offered a view of the busy road of Metropolis overhead. She had been waiting for her father for over two hours and according to the last conversation she had with his secretary, he would be with her shortly but that didn't seem like the case.

The continuous beep coming from her phone was a reminder that she had a dinner date with her boyfriend, Alex, to celebrate their third anniversary. Just then, she received a call from her dad's secretary, David.

"Your timing is so perfect," she said to him. "Inform my dad that I'm leaving. I have more pressing issues to attend to."

"Duly noted, ma'am. However, Mr. George needs you to secure the new contract deal with D&D Enterprises." She made a stop at the elevator with a slight frown.

"Really? Me? He does know that I currently have three working deed that I'm handling."

"He wants you to focus on D&D Enterprises at the moment. You could assign your team to work on the others"

She walked into the elevator. "Is he there with you? Give him the phone."

"Tell her I will call her back," She heard her father's voice saying on the background. It was clear he didn't want to talk to her.

"He said he will-"

"I heard him," she cut in before ending the call.

On her way back home, she received a call from her assistant, Penelope.

"Hello Pen, I can't talk right now. I am driving."

"Okay, but I just received an email from David, which has to do with D&D Enterprises. Plus, a parcel just got delivered to your office."

"I did not ask for any deliveries. Who is it from?"

"It is..." Pen paused, and the sound of paper ruffling could be heard. "It is from your dad. It's an invite to a businesss party."

"I can't deal with all this right now. You know today is my anniversary. So I won't let business ruin it for me. Get across to David and ask him, because I seriously wasn't aware of any ball."

"Okay, ma'am. Have a lovely night, and don't forget to wear that pink lingerie you bought," Pen teased her.

Regina laughed. "Stop it, Pen. Don't get me started."

Regina got to her apartment, took a quick bath before changing into her outfit for the night. Her hair was cascading in loose waves around her shoulders. She stared at her reflection, satisfied by the effortlessly balanced elegance with a hint of mystery her dress portrayed. She walked out of her apartment, dialing Alex's number the moment she got into her car since he wasn't answering her calls, she sends a text instead, informing him that she was coming over before driving off.

Hey baby, I just left home. Can't wait to mark another 365 days with you. Love you.

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It's been over an hour since Regina got to the restaurant, and Alex hasn't shown up. He wasn't picking any of her calls or responding to her texts.

She panicked at the thought that something bad could have happened to him. She poured herself another glass of wine that was brought earlier and drank it in one gulp. Her second attempt to pour another glass made her realize she had finished a whole bottle of wine. She signaled the waitress.

"I need another bottle," she pointed to the wine on her table. The waiter nodded and left. A few minutes later, she came back with another bottle.

"Thank you," Regina spoke softly. There was this unsettling feeling knowing fully well she couldn't reach Alex.

She picked up her phone, and at that moment, a text came in from Alex.

I am sorry, Regina. I won't be coming for our anniversary. I can't continue with this relationship. I hope you understand.

Regina read the text over and over again and laughed hysterically. All eyes were focused on her, but she didn't care. She wanted to believe Alex was playing a huge prank on her. She picked up her things and went to her car.

She got to her boyfriend's apartment, and his favorite red sports car was parked right outside, indicating he was home. She got to the threshold of his house, struggling to get the spare key she had to his apartment. Her clutch slipped and fell to the ground.

"Damn it," she yelled out of frustration. Tears rolled down her face as she checked the floor for the key. She took the key and quickly opened the door. The first thing that caught her eye was a luxurious pink bag. Its handcrafted leather was adorned with intricate gold hardware, and she knew just one person had that design specifically ordered from CK-her sister Olivia.

Regina refused to believe her sister or any other lady was present. The moaning sound from his bedroom upstairs was alarming. She made slow movements to the stairs that led to the room. As soon as she got to the door, she placed her shaking hand on the doorknob and abruptly pushed it open. Her heart stopped, and for a moment, she couldn't breathe. Anger, hurt, and disbelief crashed over her like a tidal wave.

"What are you doing here?" Alex's voice came, a mix of shock and guilt as he scrambled to his feet. Regina watched as Olivia used the duvet to cover up her body, a smirk plastered on her face.

"Why?"

"This isn't the appropriate time to discuss this. I will text you." Alex rushed over to her, and the first thing she did was slap him.

"Text me?" She yelled at him. "You ended our relationship with a text, and here you are with my sister, and all you can say is I will text you."

"Listen, Regina, I am sorry, okay? But I tried-"

"For how long?" Regina cut in.

"Two years. I tried telling you earlier, but you were so excited about the anniversary, so I decided to let you have it."

Regina laughed out loud. "Why didn't I see this all these years?"

Because you were in love with him.

"You disgust me, Alex. And you, Olivia, of all the men on this planet, you just had to."

"Oh come on, Regina. You knew Alex wasn't really into you, but you decided to be delusional."

Regina was stunned to oblivion at her supposed sister's response, but it was enough to pull her out of whatever delusion she had been in. With a heavy sigh and strong determination not to cry, at which she was failing, Regina rushed out of the apartment to her car and drove off, frustrated and heartbroken.

Regina drove aimlessly through the city, the evening's events replaying in her mind. She needed a break, a momentary escape, a distraction. The image of their betrayal burned into her thoughts. She pulled up at the city's park, hoping to bask in the cool evening air, but it did little to quell the storm raging within. Desperate for comfort, she dialed her best friend, Rose, seeking a lifeline. But the call went straight to voicemail, reminding her that Rose was on a business trip and unreachable.

Alone and devastated, she wandered the streets until she found herself outside a neon-lit bar. After a moment's hesitation, she pushed the door open, the loud music and chatter enveloping her immediately.

She made her way to the bar and ordered a shot of whiskey, followed by another, and then a cocktail-Sex on the Beach, a drink that felt oddly appropriate given the circumstances. The alcohol did its job, burning its way through her system, dulling the pain and loosening her inhibitions.

A few more shots in, she was flirting with the bartender, a handsome guy with a charming smile. The banter was easy, the drinks kept coming, and soon she found herself laughing, a sound foreign to her own ears. Then, a stranger joined her-a tall, dark-haired man with piercing blue eyes. They exchanged glances, spoke casually, the alcohol making the conversation flow effortlessly.

The lines between right and wrong blurred as Regina leaned in closer to the stranger, her body responding to the heat of the moment. Their lips locked in a fervent kiss, and soon, they were in an elevator, then his apartment. The urgency of the kiss consumed them, and the world around her faded into the background.

Morning light streamed through the blinds, piercing Regina's eyelids and dragging her back to reality. She groaned, her head throbbing with the aftermath of too much alcohol. She forced her eyes open and was immediately hit with a wave of horror. She was in a stranger's bed, tangled in sheets that weren't hers.

"Oh God," she whispered, memories of the previous night crashing down on her. The drinks, the flirting, the kiss, but everything after was a blur. Panic set in as she scrambled to gather her clothes, her movements frantic. All she could think about was how to escape the scene of her reckless mistake.

Regina dressed quickly and slipped out of the room, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn't look back as she fled the apartment, desperate to put as much distance between herself and the previous night as possible.

She paused outside only to catch her breath, the reality of the situation sinking in. She felt dirty, ashamed. How could she make such a drunken mistake, she thought. And worst of all, she had forgotten her purse.

"Could my life get any better?" she screamed.

She switched on her phone to book a ride only to find a series of missed calls and text messages from her mom and Penelope. She clicked open a more recent message from Penelope and David, her dad's secretary.

Mom: Call me quickly.

Mom: Meet me at the central hospital, your dad collapsed.

Penelope: Regina, I've been trying to reach you. The moment you get this, come straight to the office. I couldn't handle things on my own. I am sorry. Your father has been admitted and it seems the bad investment causing our financial troubles was orchestrated by Olivia. Please call me ASAP.

David: Olivia made a huge mistake. I am sorry I couldn't tell you earlier. We need you at the office right this moment.

Regina's world tilted on its axis. Her father's health, the company's struggles, Olivia's betrayal-it was too much to bear. She sank onto a nearby bench, her hands trembling as she tried to make sense of everything.

She dialed Penelope's number, and at the first ring, she picked up.

"Where are you? There's been a call for an urgent meeting."

"I had a rough night. Now, please tell me what the hell is going on."

"The financial status is crumbling. Olivia sold 85 percent of her shares, but there was a loophole in the contract, so it's affecting the whole company. I think your dad collapsed from the news."

"I will be at the office in 20 minutes. Inform the team I am coming." She cut the call and hailed a taxi.

The fluorescent lights in the office flickered ominously, casting a harsh glow over the conference room where Regina sat, staring blankly at the financial statements spread across the table. It felt like a dream. Her heart raced as she tried to process the gravity of the situation. The numbers were devastating-her father's company the Queens was on the brink of collapse.

"Regina, we need to make some tough decisions," the CFO, Mr. Jason, said gently, breaking the suffocating silence. "If we don't secure new funding soon, we might not make it through the next quarter."

Regina nodded, her throat dry. "I understand, Mr. Jason. Let's reconvene tomorrow to discuss potential investors. For now, I need some time to think."

She dismissed him and the financial strategy team. They all left the office, the weight of the world pressing down on her shoulders. It felt like the walls were closing in, the air growing thicker with every step she took. Regina turned to see her secretary, Penelope, watching her with a worried expression.

"I'm good," Regina said, taking a deep breath and exhaling, giving her a small smile. She tried to assure her, but the look on Penelope's face begged to differ.

"What's my schedule like?" Regina asked as they continued walking towards her office.

"You're free for most of the day," Penelope rattled off after taking a look at her iPad. "Although, you do have to go shopping with Mr. Alexander Sterling. You were supposed to check out the new apartment you were supposed to buy with him. The appointment was at 3:30 PM, and it's 5 PM already."

Regina winced at the mention of his name, her boyfriend-or better still, her ex-boyfriend. The last thing she wanted to do was shop with someone who wasn't even sincere. The whole relationship suddenly felt like a cruel joke. Regina nodded, trying to maintain a façade of normalcy. She had not informed anyone about their breakup.

"Thanks, Penelope. I'll handle it." She started towards her office but stopped and spun around. "On a second thought, please cancel the appointment, I don't think I'll be able to make it."

Penelope gave her a slow nod, a cryptid expression pulled on her pretty face as she returned to her desk.

"Yes, ma'am" She replied. "If you say so."

Regina closed the door to her office and leaned against it, closing her eyes as she tried to steady her breathing. Too much was happening at the same time that she felt a headache coming. She opened her eyes and they fell on the last person she wanted to see and deal with –Olivia, who sat comfortably on the sofa, sipping coffee with a smug smile. The sight of her sister in her space, so relaxed and self-assured, sent a surge of anger through her.

"Hello, sister. You were delaying, so I decided to make myself comfortable," Olivia said, her tone dripping with faux sweetness.

Regina's jaw tightened. "What the hell are you doing here, Olivia? Haven't you done enough damage already?"

Olivia's smile widened. "Oh, come on, Regina. It's not like I planned for things to go south. Besides, a little competition never hurt anyone."

"A little competition? Is all of this a joke to you?" Regina's voice trembled with fury. "You sold 85% of your shares to a questionable partner without consulting anyone. Do you have any idea what you've done to this company? To Dad?"

Olivia's expression briefly flickered with guilt, but she quickly regained her composure. "I didn't mean for things to turn out this way. But maybe if you weren't so focused on playing the perfect daughter, you would've seen the signs."

Regina's eyes widened in shock at her response. "So, this is on me now, huh?" She couldn't believe the nerve of her sister to create a mess and blame her for it. Olivia never ceases to amaze her. She'd always been that way, hiding her bad attitude under her insecurities. She had always done nasty things and easily got away with it –just because she was the family's favourite child.

She took an angry step closer to her sister. This isn't just about the company, is it? What are you really after, Olivia?"

Olivia leaned forward, her voice low and venomous. "Fine. You want the truth? I'm tired of living in your shadow, Regina. Always second best. But guess what? Alexander? He chose me. And seeing the look on your face now? It is totally worth it."

Regina, despite her heart breaking, rolled her eyes.

"You think stealing my boyfriend makes you a winner? No, it does. It only proves how desperate and pathetic you are. I hope you and that douchebag find happiness. And as for the company, I will fix this mess with or without you."

Olivia's eyes gleamed with a mixture of triumph and challenge. "Good luck with that. You might need my help, whether you like it or not. I've got some insider information that could save us, but it'll cost you. Prove you're a real leader and make a deal with me. Otherwise, you are in for a long thing, sis."

Regina made herself give her sister a hard look. "I don't need your help, Olivia. I'll find another way. But know this: you've made an enemy of me today. And I promise you'll regret the actions you've made in the past week."

Olivia rose, a smirk playing on her lips as she sauntered toward the door. "We'll see about that, dear sister."

Barely able to stop herself from going to drag Olivia's hair or do something else that was worse, Regina watched her leave. As the door closed, she let out a scream of frustration, almost pulling at her hair.

The pressure, betrayal and shock were overwhelming. Too much to bear.

But she quickly forced herself to remember she couldn't afford to look miserable. She sank into her chair and on closing her eyes tried to steady herself.

She had to stay strong no matter what.

Determined once again, she picked up her phone and began making calls. She would investigate Olivia's plans, uncover the details of the bad deal, and find a way to stabilize the Queens.

She was in for the fight of her life at this moment, but she was ready.

She had to.

Penelope peeked into the office just then, concern etched on her face. "Are you okay, Regina? I just saw Olivia leave."

Regina took a deep breath and forced a smile. "I'm fine, Penelope. I'll be fine.