After My Wedding Was Stolen,i Married Ex's Uncle Novels & Stories

He believed I would not let him lose. … That night, Zach blocked me outside my bedroom. He was holding a bunch of broccoli. His eyes were still red, like he had been crying. When he saw me, he laughed bitterly. “Tina, you got your revenge. I was probably the last one to realize I was cheated on. But even if it was just to make me jealous, you shouldn’t have sacrificed your own happiness by marrying my uncle.” He dropped to one knee and held the broccoli up to me. Staring at the bright green broccoli, I honestly wondered if Alex had knocked some sense out of him with that cane.

“Wow!.....I thought it was a dream when I saw you at dinner…Now you're kissing my uncle who has a 25 year gap….You want to have revenge so bad…Don't you?” I crossed my arms. “Say what you came to say and leave.” “So it’s true,” he said. “You married him.” “I didn’t invite you here…..Why in fact are you here?” He ignored that. “My uncle…..Of all people.” I felt something sharp twist in my chest. “You really think I planned this around you?” I snapped. “You tell me,” he shot back. “You disappear. Then suddenly you’re married to one of the most powerful men in the world…..who is my uncle.”

I was standing near the edge of the room, finally alone for a moment, when Marcus found me. "You look happy," he said, though his tone suggested the opposite observation entirely. "Married to my uncle. That's quite the upgrade." "Don't." "I'm just saying. A few weeks ago you were crying in my driveway, and now look at you." He stepped closer than was comfortable, close enough that I caught the smell of whiskey on his breath. "Tell me something. Does he know? About us? About everything we had before all this?" "There is no us, Marcus. There hasn't been for weeks."

The headline read: “Hartwell Heir Marries Another Woman on the Day of Their Wedding, While His Ex-Fiancée Flees Into The Arms Of His Billionaire Uncle.” The internet was already turning my deepest heartbreak into a cheap public scandal. I was completely shocked. First, I was left behind at the church by my fiancé on our wedding day, and now, a scandal? I sighed deeply, wishing I could just melt away. The humiliation felt way bigger than I could handle.

~Eliza~ I still couldn’t believe it. Twisting my simple gold band on my finger, my heart thudded against my ribcage as it sank in that I was actually married. For the second time. To my ex-boyfriend. Who was also my ex-husband’s uncle. If the evidence weren’t staring me right in the eye this moment, I would dismiss this as a dream. It was as real as the deep blue colour of Atlas’ unsmiling eyes in the picture frame.

"You get your inheritance, You get the truth about your mother, You get everything they stole from you." Below them the processional music shifted, the opening notes of the wedding march rising up through the floor. She could feel it in her feet through the marble. "And I get what they took from me," Elias said. She looked at him. She looked at the ring on her finger ,the one Damien had slid on at a dinner table set for a trap, in front of people who already knew. She looked back at Elias. "Deal” Elias gave a single sharp nod. “Good. We move fast. I’ll handle…”

Like I was nothing. “You should have been grateful for what I gave you,” he said. “Now you’ll get what you deserve.” The elevator doors closed behind him. I was alone with Mr. Vale. He walked to his desk and picked up a folder. He opened it, and I saw papers. Legal documents. My name printed in clean black ink. “Do you know what this is?” He asked. I shook my head. My throat was too tight for words. “Your uncle owed me three million dollars. He couldn’t pay. So he offered something else.” He closed the folder and set it down. “A marriage contract. You are now my wife.”

“Is that what you call it, Ryan? Loving me so much that you spent our fifth wedding anniversary in another woman’s bed?” My fingers tightened around the wineglass until they ached. The wine burned my throat, but it was nothing compared to the pain lodged deep in my chest. No amount of alcohol could drown out what I had witnessed last night. No matter how desperately I tried, I couldn’t erase the image of my husband with another woman. Last night, I had waited for Ryan at home, preparing his favorite dishes and a cake topped with five candles. I had even put on the white mini dress he loved so much. He had told me to stay home because he had a surprise planned for me.

"Is there anything else you want to say to him before I hand him to the federal marshals?" I walked slowly to the base of the stairs, looking up at the man I had once planned to spend the rest of my life with. He looked pathetic. Drenched, sobbing, clutching a useless metal box tied to his wrist, begging the uncle he had tried to destroy for a scrap of mercy. "Just one thing," I said, my voice carrying clearly over the storm. I reached up, unbuckling the heavy diamond engagement ring Julian had given me—the monster stone that had marked my new life—and held it up in the light.

"There was a period that loser kept hounding me about Miranda's whereabouts. He only stopped when I finally threatened to beat him to a pulp." My mom stared at me for a while, before saying, "I know you are not one to cheat on your husband but sometimes things happen unexpectedly. Tell me the truth Miranda, did you get together with your ex?" "Come on, Mom!" my brother exclaimed. "Don't you know your daughter? She would never do such a thing." "I married my ex's uncle, mom," I revealed. They both furrowed their brows while I explained, "Collins' mother is Hazel's sister. They showed up at my husband's Villa for the Christmas holidays and everyone got to know that Collins is my ex.