All Chapters of Marrying His Uncle: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

"Uncle Matt, yes, I will marry you."I lay on the hospital bed, phone pressed to my ear, my other hand limp at my side as my vacant eyes lingered on the bloodstained bandages around my wrist.How many times had I tried to end my life? I could no longer remember. All I knew was that whenever the waves of despair came crashing down, I felt no desire to keep on living.On the other end of the line, Matt Harlem corrected me, "Audrey, I am John's uncle, not yours. You should call me 'Matt.' Or, 'honey'."At the sound of John Harlem's name, something inside me snapped like a rubber band, a sudden ache I was powerless to defend against.John was the guy I had loved for years.From the moment I could remember, we had always been together. Back then, I was still the cherished heiress of the Gray family, and he was the boy next door. We spent every day in each other's company, like childhood sweethearts without a care in the world.Even later, when the true heiress Samantha Gray returned

Back in my room, I swallowed a pill to steady the storm in my chest, letting the chaos of my emotions slowly ebb.Just then, Matt called.I pressed the answer button, and his voice, warm and gentle, flowed through the line."Audrey, did you see the wedding gowns I sent? Which one do you like?""I did," I replied obediently. "They're all beautiful. My favorite is the deep-blue one—the one embroidered with moons and stars along the hem. But… isn't dark blue a little unlucky?"Matt chuckled lightly. "What's this? You're so young, yet already superstitious? As long as you love it, you can wear any color you want. This is our wedding. You're the absolute center of it."I froze for a moment.The center…? Could someone like me, branded a sinner, really stand at the center of anything?To be honest, it had been so long since anyone had spoken to me this kindly.Ever since I'd "fallen out" with John, all those who once flattered me had turned their blades of malice against me. Their wo

After more than ten hours in the air, I finally landed in Austrane.The moment I stepped out, I saw Matt waiting. He held a bouquet in his hands, dressed in a black overcoat that lent him an air of elegance and nobility.The instant his gaze found me, he strode forward and pulled me into his arms.I froze, unsure of how to respond, but his voice came low and gentle, "Come here. Let me hug you. Let me feel your warmth… Let me know this isn't just a dream."There was such passion in his tone that I felt as if he had placed me at the very center of his heart.I let him hold me, obedient and still. Soon, his warmth seeped into me, leaving me wrapped in a quiet sense of safety.It wasn't until I noticed the curious or friendly glances around us that I blushed and whispered, "Matt, let's go home first."Only then did he reluctantly release me. He handed me the bouquet, his eyes brimming with laughter.He patted my head—just as he had each time he returned from abroad to see me—and sai

John's outburst drew every eye.The once sacred atmosphere of the wedding shattered instantly, guests whispering in disapproval as their gazes turned on him with open disdain.I watched coldly as John lunged toward me. He reached out, trying to grab me, but Matt's foot slammed into his chest, sending him sprawling across the ground.With a single look from Matt, the bodyguards swooped in, dragging John away and gagging him before he could cause more chaos.The disruption did nothing to shake us.We continued with the ceremony as planned—reciting our vows, exchanging rings, sealing them with a tender kiss under the witness of family and friends.Applause thundered.On his knees in the grass, John stared in disbelief at the beaming Harlem family. What was left to question? Everyone knew who Matt was marrying. Everyone. And no one had told him, fearing exactly this scene.Across from him, Samantha sat frozen, her mind reeling. She had never imagined my fate would turn so sweet. Ab

In the end, John was dragged away from the wedding by his parents.Strangely, my mood was untouched. If anything, personally cutting off the past left me lighter than I had ever felt before.I danced with Matt to the music, laughing recklessly while he indulged me with quiet devotion. The sun that day was warm, and the moon hung perfectly round.That night, after the guests were gone, I washed away my makeup. When I returned, Matt invited me to sit and listen to a story.I knew he wanted to tell me why he had chosen me.What I didn't expect was that the story he told… was about me and John.When John's life had collapsed, Matt—who had always treated his nephew kindly—was afraid John wouldn't survive the blow. He immediately caught a flight home.And what he walked in on was me, kneeling, begging Samantha not to leave.He hadn't expected that after she was gone, I would still find the courage to confess to John. Nor had he expected the countless sacrifices I would make for John