Cheated By My Fiance,i Married His Uncle Novels & Stories

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."

"—So what? I don’t want you treating me like I’m some elderly relative. And from now on, drop the ‘Uncle’ title. I don’t want to hear it—not when I’ll be your husband soon enough." My heart skipped a beat at his casual delivery of those words, as if marrying me was simply a matter of course. "I’m still your nephew’s wife. How can you say things like that? Besides… I haven’t even agreed to your offer yet. Please—just treat me like you would any other niece-in-law—" "—So you’re going to pretend he isn’t cheating on you? That he didn’t lie to you and disrespect everything you two built?" His voice hardened, and I fell silent, unable to meet his gaze.

After four miscarriages, I was finally pregnant again. To surprise my mate, Wyatt, I hid behind the curtains in his office. I never expected to see him tangled in a passionate embrace with my younger sister, Stella. They were kissing frantically, and Wyatt showed a fiery passion for her that he had never once shown me. What shattered my heart completely were Wyatt’s next words: "Since you're pregnant now, Harper is useless to me. I'll figure out a way to sever the mate bond with her." "She’s so incredibly clueless. She never even suspected that I caused those four miscarriages just to cure your infertility..." Hiding behind the curtain, I clamped my hand over my mouth to stifle my devastated

Today was the day Bryce had decided to mark me. I had waited three years for this, for the day I would finally become his mate. What I never expected was that he would refuse to mark me. Emily's shrill laugh cut across the clearing. "Ivy, Bryce doesn't want to mark you." The moment she said it, everyone who had come for the marking ceremony burst out laughing. "Third time. You may be Bryce's fated mate, but he's turned you down again. Looks like he doesn't want you as his Luna." I opened my eyes and stared at Bryce, who was smiling like none of it mattered. "Why?" "You're too clingy. You need toughening up. Being Luna of the Silvermane pack isn't as easy as you think." I clenched my fists as

"You're talking as if you ever introduced me to any member of your family or told me anything about you having an uncle, let alone that Damian was your uncle." "So I get it now," he said. "One thing is clear—you'd been cheating on me with him all those years we were together. And when you finally got the chance, you married him." "Cheating on you?" I repeated, unable to believe what I was hearing. "With your uncle? He never told me anything about you or your family." I let out a sharp, disbelieving laugh. "You haven't changed one bit. You're still the same person who blames everyone else for your own actions instead of taking responsibility."

That night, I swore to have her only that I left immediately after that party to take care of business away from home. When I came back, I had missed my chance to taint the pure rose. My nephew married her. If it was any other man, I would have done anything to claim her. I wouldn't have hesitated putting a bullet in his heart just to have the beauty but family traditions forbid shedding blood of a family member. When Hugo reported that Javier just got a divorce, I saw it as my chance to swoop her and I did that. We weren't supposed to fuck that night but when she begged me to help her forget, I couldn't control myself any longer.

he warned, waiting as she read the papers. "I... Is this legal?" she asked, swallowing hard at the confirmation that she had always been married to Davis. "Yes, we are married," Davis confirmed. "But that doesn’t mean I’ll accuse you of infidelity, even though I almost got into trouble trying to marry someone else," he admitted with a sheepish laugh. "But let’s not be unfair. After all, it was my father who chose to let you go, okay?" he asked, his tone cold, reminding Hanna of the scene she had been trying to forget.

“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.”

he cursed at me angrily, and I just laughed. “Why did you come here in the first place? State your reason and leave,” he said as he pointed at the door, rushing me to leave. But I decided to get comfortable, and I took a seat. Seeing that I sat down, my uncle helped my aunt up, and they sat down opposite me. “What do you want?” he asked again. “You guys really are shamless; after Lisa cheated with my fiance, she just had to let him fire me.” I started with a calm look.

“Auntie Vic… She cheated on uncle when Zach was just eight years old. Turns out, she was pregnant with another man's child and wanted uncle to take accountability for it.” Rui then sipped on her tea before continuing, “Uncle knows that she was cheating with someone. That's why they grew more distant than ever. But later on, they found out that she was cheating with her now husband, Senator Emory.” “Oh my… We didn't know…” “Phyllis, I guess uncle and Aias won't tell you because they don't want you to know such a depressing past.” Leila worriedly held Phyllis' hands. “But you're with us, so you tell us.”