I Married Your Uncle. 66

Today was my birthday—the day Jason promised he would propose. Instead, I found him in bed with my cousin. My heart shattered into a million pieces. I had grown up in my uncle and aunt’s house after losing my parents, enduring their cruelty and coldness, and Jason had been the only light in my dark world. Now even he sided with the people who had tormented me the most. As if betrayal weren’t enough, my own family drugged me, planning to hand me over to some man to secure a business deal. I thought my life was over—until fate intervened. I ended up in the bed of Adrian, Jason’s untouchable, powerful uncle.  One night changed everything. I had decided to bury it forever in my heart, but he grabbed my wrist and said slowly, “If all you need is a marriage… how about we get married?”

I died on my wedding night. Then I woke up—with revenge in my veins and my killer’s uncle in my bed. Betrayed by my husband and murdered by the man I once loved, I get a second chance—reborn one year before my death. This time, I’m done playing nice. I crash my own engagement by announcing an affair with the one man my ex fears: his powerful, brooding billionaire uncle. But what started as a game of revenge spirals into something dangerously real… and I’m carrying his child. Lies. Lust. Loyalty twisted beyond recognition. This time, I’m rewriting the rules—starting with my last name.

Annastasya is deeply in love with Jason Bridges - her husband. Anna thought Jason was the most honest man in the world and loved her unconditionally. However, that trust is shattered when Anna catches Jason screwing Dianne - her stepsister - in their bedroom. To make matters worse, Anna's mother-in-law supports their affair because Dianne is pregnant with Jason's child. "Dianne is pregnant with my child. She is two months pregnant. I don't want the future heir of the Bridges family to be born out of wedlock. That's why I want a divorce so that Dianne and I can get married as soon as possible,” Jason said. *** A few weeks later, Jason and Dianne attended an elite auction to bid on an exclusive diamond necklace. They were surprised when Richard - Jason's uncle - showed up and bought the necklace for $8 million. "I'm going to give this diamond necklace to a special lady. And that person is here. She is my wife, Annastasya Anderson," Richard said as he looked at Anna. Anna got up from her chair and walked over to Richard. Jason and Dianne's jaws dropped in shock. "What? Anna is married to Uncle Richard? How is that possible?" screamed Jason in disbelief.

My husband divorced me because his mistress was pregnant. He called me barren, stole the company I helped build, and threw me out into the rain. What he didn’t know was that I was the hidden heiress of one of the wealthiest families in the country… . To reclaim everything he stole, I married the one man he could never compete with. His uncle. Now my ex-husband is desperate to win me back, but it’s far too late. Because this time, I’m not the woman begging to be loved. I’m the woman who will bring him to his knees.

..Saw my hubby, but I was in another woman's body, and this time he wasn't my husband, his uncle was. ~ A voice suddenly cut through the silence. “Oh my goodness, you're finally awake Mrs. Blackwood!” Mrs Blackwood? That was.. I tried to speak, but my voice was a mere whisper. The nurse, a kind faced woman with a warm smile, helped me sit up and handed me a glass of water. As I sipped, fragments of memories began to resurface. A car crash.. screams? and Kenneth's face? But why couldn't I put two and two together? "Can you help me to the toilet?" I asked the nurse, my voice still weak. The nurse nodded and assisted me out of bed and my legs trembled beneath me as I walked, unaccustomed to bearing my weight after such a long time of bederiding Once in the bathroom, I stared at the mirror, expecting to see my own reflection but the face staring back at me was unfamiliar, younger and prettier. A jolt of fear immediately coursed through me. Who was this person? "Mrs. Victoria Blackwood?” I heard the nurse call out from behind and it dawned on me.. that name belonged to Alexander Blackwood's wife, my husband's uncle! A wave of panic washed over me. What was happening? Why was I in this body? I stumbled backward, the nurse catching me by my waist. "Steady Mrs. Blackwood. You're still recovering." But I wasn't recovering. I was lost. Trapped in a stranger's life.

For eight years, I stayed by John Harlem's side, even without a title. I was there when he recovered and rose from his wheelchair, and I was there when he clawed his way out of depression. I thought that one day, if I endured long enough, he would see my sincerity and affection for him. And we might end up together. But when his first love returned to the country, all my hopes turned into delusions. He told me to put away feelings I should never have had and remain by his side as nothing more than his "sister". For her, he deceived me, humiliated me, and pushed me away. What he never knew was that in helping him heal, I had absorbed far too much of his darkness. The very day he stopped taking his medication, I was diagnosed with severe depression. In order to save myself, I chose to let him go… and married his uncle instead. But at my wedding, he set aside his pride and dignity, dropped to his knees before everyone, and begged me for nothing more than a single glance.