Romans & histoires Dumping My Fiance For His Uncle

His touch disgusted me, and I pushed him off at once. “Are you crazy?” I yelled with my body burn up in rage. “We both know what Dante will do when he finds out about this, and do you really think of me as that cheap? You want me to be your sneaky link while Louisa becomes your bride? Well, I’m worth more than that, and Dante appreciates it!” I fumed. “No, he doesn’t. You do not know my uncle, and if not for my father’s death we could have been together. I messed up but I can’t leave you for uncle Dante. He has never kept a girl for more than three months and he is going to leave you.”

Colour drained from my face, adrenaline rushing through me. My mouth opened slightly as he walked towards me with my mum by his side. She stood beside me, wrapping her arms around me. “This is my son, Damien. The future king of Elorida,” she announced. “What the hell!” I muttered. My eyes moved from my mum to him. The way he looked at me, the way his eyes wrinkled at the side, and his rough baritone voice made it evident that he knew who I was. He knew I was the boy he fucked yesterday, and he clearly had no remorse whatsoever. But as for me, it was worse; my secret was out in the open. I had fucked my fiancé's uncle.

He saw me throwing the quilt on the ground and seemed a little dissatisfied. "What are you doing? Enough. Are you really going to break up with me over such a small matter? Besides, everyone in the village knows that you and I are engaged. Are you going to leave the village if you don't marry me?" I wanted to tell him directly that I was leaving, but I held back the words at the tip of my tongue and only answered flatly, "There's rat poop on it. It's dirty!"

"Get out. All of you." Alone again, I collapsed into my chair, the leather creaking beneath me like a dying animal. Ella's signature stared up from the papers, each elegant curve a betrayal. How long had she been planning this? The thought of her meeting secretly with that lawyer, Gregory Chris, made bile rise in my throat. Was she sleeping with him? Had she spread her legs for him like she had for me, playing the innocent while plotting her escape? My phone was in my hand before I realized I'd moved, thumbs flying across the screen: "Tell my dear uncle he should be more careful about where he takes my wife. Those hotel security cameras catch everything."

I held my chest and listened to Shawn's accusations. He blamed me for never considering the bigger picture and not being as considerate as Britney. Shawn said, "I'll give you ten minutes. If you don't come over, you're no longer my fiancée. I never want to see you ever again.” I laughed bitterly and replied indifferently, "Shawn, I'm in the hospital. I can't go over to you." Shawn paused slightly on the other end of the line before answering coldly, "Sonia, you're using such a dirty trick to gain my attention. You really disgust me!"

He gives me a hug, "Where's my dad?" "Out with the SQ," he responds, "What are you doing here so early? You got a free day?" "Yep. I gave it to myself because life sucks and love doesn't exist," I respond, making my love-hating uncle laugh at me. If I want pity, I know never to come to him, "I got rejected." "Oh, again?" He asks and my eyes narrow, "So soon? I feel like we just had this conversation.” "I got dumped a couple months ago, now I got rejected. Totally different guys," I explain, my uncle laughs even more, "I'm really sad about it."

"Clark, I can't believe you have the nerve to say that. Do you think you're the only man in the world?" Clark didn't get angry. He simply looked at her calmly. "Nyla, I told you before my uncle would never marry you, but you didn't believe me. The moment Rebecca returned, he dumped you for her." "Well, I'm not getting back with you either. I don't have a habit of picking up trash," Nyla retorted. Clark smiled. "Nyla, you'll see one day that we're truly meant to be together."

And now, there was news that his own uncle had married her? He couldn't believe it. "This isn't true, right?" Ronan looked back and forth between Daniel and Martha. "How could Uncle marry Alexa?" His voice trembled. He was terrified that Devan might find out about his attempt to kidnap Alexa. His uncle, who was notorious for being ruthless and cold-blooded, would never let him off easily. "How could it happen? You dare ask how?!" Daniel raised his voice. "If you hadn't cheated on Alexa, she would never have married Devan!" His eyes widened with fury.

“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?”

When I got home my uncle fucked me three times. We got married an I didn't stop fucking my uncle. I would go to visit him so, he could fuck me. He missed me so much he said. Then, one day I came home after fucking him and my husband was home early. He started undressing me and felt the cum in my pussy. That's when I told him about my uncle and how he had fucked me ever since my dad died, when I was younger.