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

“Wait, does this mean that you actually sorting out the gifts in the lounge area was real?” She nodded and the sudden knot in my chest tightened. “Yes, you were pissed that Verena was ignoring you and you did everything to infiltrate her space,” My breath became long and ragged. “So, does this mean that it is true that my uncle plans on getting married to my ex-wife?” “I don't know but I guess it is true,” Those words were enough to send me spiraling as a guttural scream tore from my throat. Stacey flinched, fear in her eyes as she shifted. “How long have I been out?”

On the day of the wedding, I chose a perfectly tailored black dress—elegant, understated, almost solemn. According to the spoilers scrolling in front of me, Joyce’s so-called “wealthy uncle” was actually a loan shark with ties to the underworld, and the child she claimed to be carrying wasn’t real either. This wedding was destined to be a battlefield. Edwin wore a suit in the same dark palette, his hand wrapped around mine as he accompanied me there. By the time we arrived, the venue was already packed, camera flashes going off nonstop.

Bright. Impossible to ignore. Emily read it out loud. SCANDAL: WOMAN DIVORCES HUSBAND AND MARRIES HIS BILLIONAIRE UNCLE The room froze. Ryan stared at the screen. “…That was fast.” Daniel frowned. “The media already has the story.” Arthur Rothwell looked thoughtful. “That didn’t happen by accident.” Emily whispered, “Marcus.” Ryan nodded slowly. “Yeah.” “That definitely sounds like something an angry ex-husband would do.” Adrian looked at the headline calmly.

The words hit me like a slap. “She’s my fucking ex, Uncle!” The words tore out of me, raw and jagged. “Second-hand goods I already broke in. I can’t even count how many times I’ve had her and how many ways. And you… you don’t find that revolting? Screwing your own nephew’s leftovers?” A collective gasp rolled through the ballroom like a shockwave. Phones rose in slow motion. Flashes detonated sharply and some faces froze in horror. Others… Christ, some looked openly entertained.

On the day of my wedding, I accidentally oversleep by six hours. By the time I rush to the venue, my fiance, Jared Marshall, has already gone through the entire ceremony with his first love. He looks at my sweat-drenched face and just smiles and comes clean. "I'm the one who drugged you. Amber wanted a wedding, and it's no big deal, so I gave her one." As if worried I might cause a scene, he adds casually, "Be good, and I'll take you to get our marriage license next week. Besides, making a fuss now won't change anything. "Look, the wedding dress isn't even your size." My gaze settles calmly on the bride, who is wearing the gown I've spent nearly half a year choosing. Everyone holds the

“As for us, we never registered a marriage.” “Legally, I was never your wife.” His face tightened. “You are my fiancée.” “I was.” I turned to leave. He caught my wrist again, this time with much less force. “Elena, don’t do this.” His voice finally lowered. “I was wrong. I should never have given the wedding to Livia.” “I’ve already told her to leave Southbank House. It belongs to you now.” “Come back with me. We’ll register immediately.” “I can transfer Southbank House to your name. Anything you want, I’ll give it to you.”

Jared's POV I didn't stick around. I went home. My neighbor did a double take. "Jared? Why are you home? Wasn't your wedding today?" I'd been planning that wedding forever. Everyone knew. So yeah, getting ditched at the last second? Not exactly easy to hide. I didn't stop unlocking the door. "We're not getting married. She's busy." Busy giving her ex a wedding. Pity flickered across my neighbor's face, but she was nice enough not to ask.

“Were you involved before her wedding?” “Did Ryan Sullivan know?” The room buzzed with excitement. Everyone wanted drama. Everyone wanted a scandal. Ethan calmly adjusted the microphone. Then he delivered one sentence that instantly silenced the room. “I did not steal anyone’s fiancée.” The room fell quiet. Dead quiet. Ethan’s voice remained calm. Controlled. Dangerous. “The wedding ended because Ryan Sullivan was having an affair with Miss Carter’s sister.” Gasps echoed throughout the room. Amelia’s eyes widened.

My entire world seemed to shatter. As darkness swallowed me, I suddenly remembered the condom he had secretly punctured a month earlier. … I spent three full days in the hospital. My stepbrothers were furious and immediately offered their support. "Amanda, that company is actually under my name." "Use my lawyer. He's never lost a case." "Seriously, that video is disgusting. My editing team is ready whenever you are." I nodded. "After the wedding. I don't want him causing trouble before then." During the two days Ignatius spent sulking and refusing to speak to me, Julian hired someone to clear out the old house and burn everything inside. He called the place bad luck from top to bottom.

"That." "I never told you I was married." I said “And I never told you my husband's name." "You did not have to." He took out his phone, tapped the screen, and turned it toward me. "Half the city saw it." It was the wedding video. The priest's voice came out clearly. "Adrian, are you willing to take Kelly as your lawful wife?" I stopped breathing. "Half the city heard it," Damien said gently. "The video was deleted," I said.