Dumping My Fiance For His Uncle Novels & Stories

Silver’s POV 2 years of my life down the drain because my fiancé couldn’t keep it in his pants. “I still think you should just marry his uncle,” Rebecca laughed as she took another sip of her drink. We were sitting at the local bar, drinking away Gavin’s memory. “Marry his uncle?” I asked, peeking over at my intoxicated friend. “Now, that would be interesting.” Was it wrong that I was actually considering her idea? “And it would piss off Gavin,” she added.

I scoff. “You want me to give up my marriage to Leslie in exchange for this?” I raise the paper, nose flaring. I’ve never felt this insulted in my entire life. And in front of an entire crowd too, “What the hell do you take me for?” I can barely keep my voice down. “You should refrain from making yourself look stupid, Kian,” My uncle speaks this time, glaring in my direction, “You stand beside a mistress and talk about your marriage like you didn’t already soil it.”

Or are you running because you’re pregnant? [No wonder you said the men I introduced you to were “too immature” for your taste. You were secretly seeing that jerk behind my back! [You better tell me it was you who dumped him! If not, I swear I’ll kill him myself.] I replied in a panic: [I’ve ended things with him, Uncle! I dumped him—I swear! You don’t have to worry!]

And now that he is showing the same woman that someone can love her, they all want to come into their middle? "Charles is your nephew for goodness sake! You can't abandon him like that! No matter what he did, you can't ignore him like a piece of trash." Daisy tried her best to make Arthur realize how important family is, but her words are not to be getting in his head. "He is a piece of trash.” Arthur starts and Daisy gasps. “My nephew? Oh come on! I can't have a nephew with such disgusting behavior, or you don't know what your son did is disgusting? And this is just your son we are talking about, aren’t we leaving out the fact that you and your entire family all knew about the second marria

"No man will accept a woman who gets dumped in public! And you—sharp-tongued, narrow-minded—no one will ever tolerate you the way I did!" I tightened my grip around the bouquet, forcing back the tears that threatened to spill. "We have nothing to do with each other now. My life is none of your concern." With the guests gasping around us, I walked toward Gordon Hunt, who was on the verge of bankruptcy. "Gordon," I said, "would you still be willing to be my fiancé… and the main character of today's event?"

Grace thought she had finally found a family when the wealthy Wells family adopted her. To win their love, she became everything they wanted—obedient, perfect, and the ideal substitute for their lost daughter. The only person she truly believed cared for her was her boyfriend, Lucas Marino. But her world shattered the day the real daughter returned. Overnight, Grace was cast aside, treated as nothing but a shadow of someone else. Lucas, the man she trusted most, revealed his true heart—he had only ever seen her as a stand-in. Heartbroken and betrayed, grace got drunk and an got in an accident. The accident brought her face-to-face with Ethan Marino—Lucas’s uncle and the powerful head of

“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.

Then he turned dramatically again. “Grandpa, look at her! Even now she refuses to admit what she’s done! Everyone knows she used to be my fiancée!” “Then only a short time after our engagement ended, she suddenly appeared beside Uncle Leonel. What kind of decent woman does that?” He sneered viciously. “Uncle Leonel was obviously manipulated by her. At a time like this, she should be thrown out immediately. And that bastard child too.” “Enough!” Chairman Crawford’s voice suddenly cut through the hallway sharply.

I stood at my desk and said nothing for a moment. The cold had spread from my stomach outward into my chest and down my arms and I was gripping the phone tighter than I needed to. I made myself loosen my grip. I made myself breathe. Ares. My uncle. The man who had walked into my grandfather's will reading and taken sixty percent of everything and moved into the east wing and sat at my breakfast table and looked at my wife across the food she used to cook herself like she was something worth looking at. The man who had sent her that dress — because it had been him, I had known it the moment she thanked me and I had watched the look on my own face in the reflection of the window and seen mysel

Even the smallest slip—an engagement broken, a secret rendezvous, a misinterpreted glance—could destroy everything. And here I was, tangled in the messiest possible scandal if anyone ever found out about Adrian. My fiancé's uncle. The man who held power, money, influence, and now… me. I focused on my breathing as I walked into the office. Monday. Back to work. Trying to regain some normalcy. Still, my phone stayed ominously silent. I found myself checking it every few minutes, even when I knew there would be no messages. Every little vibration made my heart leap and then fall as I realized it wasn't him.