روايات وقصص ضمن Cheated By My Fiance,i Married His Uncle

“So, I suppose you aren’t angry with me for giving your paintings away to your sister?” I pressed my lips together as I glared at him. “Not at all,” I lied. “I painted something much better anyway. If anything, it was a blessing that you gave her my paintings.” His eyes darkened. “Oh yes, I saw your painting. It was a portrait of my uncle, right?” He asked. “I hope you don’t think that the fact he allowed you to use him as a model means anything. He only married you to get under my skin. His heart will always belong to one woman, and she isn’t you.”

he said. I flinched. Out of every reason he could have given me for his failed marriage, that was not on it. Who would cheat on him? "With who?" I asked carefully. His lips twisted in something that wasn’t quite a smile. "My uncle," he said. I blinked, stunned. "Your…wait, what?" "My uncle," he repeated. "My father’s younger brother. He is the one who had always been the golden child, the successful businessman, the one who could do no wrong in my family's eyes. And Valeria? She decided he was a better option than me."

Never! “Then who?” He inquires, his jaw twitching a little. “He cheated on me, uncle. Ethan cheated on me.” I choked out, my heart breaking all over again, the words leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.

"What do you mean by this? Ronald, you shameless b*stard! When did I become your niece? Look at you. How could you be my uncle?" "It doesn't matter if you don't think so. If the public says that I look like your uncle, then I am your uncle. What's more, my surname is Brown, and I have the same surname as your mother!" She glared at him. "What are you plotting? What are you trying to do with this fake news?" "I'm going to marry you, of course. We've had such a deep relationship, and you've cheated on Archer for so many years, so I think it's time to tie the knot, don't you agree?"

“I don't know, tell me you and he were having an affair before I fucking married you!” “Oh you're one to talk,” he winces from my tone. But it is true. I know I'm wrong and I'm sorry about what I've caused him but we are the same. We both lied and hid things from each other. We both took this transactional. “And it isn't an affair. He isn't married or anything so it doesn't count as an affair.” “Oh really? It doesn't? How old is he again? If I remember…in his forties so? It doesn't matter. You're in bed with someone you regard as your uncle and you both betrayed your father.”

Dad grunted without looking at me. “He was married once. What can you expect from a man whose marriage only lasted a short time?” Uncle Frederick asked with a small smile. I looked at Uncle Frederick with astonishment. If he thought I didn't know anything, he was sorely mistaken. “He got divorced because of infidelity. Do you want to be a victim of his infidelity?” Uncle Frederick continued in a stern tone. “That's proof that he's not a good man,” Dad added. “In that case, I'm the same way. You had an affair with Aunt Mary when my mother was sick,” I retorted boldly.

Someone he'd hate. And then it hit her. The perfect name. The one person whose existence Marcus resented more than anyone. "Damien Cross," she said clearly. "I've been sleeping with Damien Cross." The lie hung in the air, enormous and impossible to take back. Marcus's face went white, then red. "You….my uncle? You're saying you've been fucking my uncle?" Uncle. Right. She'd forgotten that detail in her panic. Damien Cross wasn't just her opposing counsel. He was Marcus's estranged uncle, the self-made billionaire the family pretended didn't exist because he'd embarrassed them by actually working for his money.

“My uncle is married—” “Did I ever say he wasn’t?” I cut in sharply. “I said I wanted to talk about my dad’s case. That’s it. Did I ever say I was interested in him? You’re the unbelievable one here. Being a mistress is pathetic and you should know your uncle better than that. He’s a good man, right? Why would he cheat on his wife?” He scoffed again and took a sip. “Anyone would think the same if you suddenly asked them out. And of all places… here. Don’t play dumb, Miss Clemente. If you think we’ll just drop your father’s case, you’re wrong.”

I quizzed, trying hard to make sense of everything. “None of the above. I’m just here to help you get revenge on your cheating boyfriend.” He replied while I laughed. “That’s quite funny, because why would you want to help me? You don’t even know me?” I asked. “I like to think I know you enough to marry you.” “What!!” I exclaimed, disgust written all over my face. “Yes, Nicole. That’s all you have to do for me to help you get revenge on your boyfriend and best friend…”

"I crossed a line. I fell for Ilaria." On our wedding day, the car had barely pulled away when Matteo Rossi turned to look at me. He pointed at the seat beneath me and said coldly, "Last night, she sat right there, wrapped her legs around my waist and kissed me. I couldn't hold back. We had sex in the car. "I guess I'm no different from any other man. I finally understand Luca. Ilaria really does have more fire in her than you." Luca was my ex-husband and Matteo's half-brother. Ilaria had been my only friend since childhood. Three years ago, I walked in on the two of them in my bedroom. The shock caused a late-term miscarriage. When I fell into the dark, Matteo was my light. And now he had b