Dumping My Fiancé For His Uncle Novels & Stories

The smile I was used to seeing on her face was now dead, leaving behind a flat-lined lipthat held back sobs. I could see how much she was trying to fight back the tears and it only broke me. Only if I could postpone my resumption at college but that was impossible since I'd only just be going as a freshman. “I haven't seen Cole here. Is he packing up and preparing to pick you up?” The moment my mother asked this, I was thrown back to the scene that had led me to the complicated situation where I had sex with my uncle. “Aunty, she broke up with him five days ago. I'll be escorting Aria to her college before we go our separate ways,” Doona who had been here by my side since my father's death,

Through gritted teeth, Zac spat out my name, “Nina!” Just as I was about to signal my friends to release the next set of incriminating videos and photos, Jenna suddenly stepped forward, her eyes red with tears. “It’s me!” she shouted. “I’m the one who loves Uncle Zac! If it weren’t for your questionable morals and betrayal, I wouldn’t have had to stand here and admit my feelings!” She continued, her voice trembling with emotion. “You said it yourself—Uncle Zac and I aren’t related by blood! You only agreed to marry him for money. A gold digger like you could never deserve him. He deserves a woman who truly loves him!”

" I explained briefly. Maya still looked at me like I was speaking gibberish. "Or…have you resigned from that? No, it's okay if you don't do that anymore. I.... "Name who?" She cuts in. A broad smile took over my face. "My uncle... his..." I gulped so hard before I could pronounce the word. "His wife. I need you to take him away until she has no choice." "Why? You want her to be yours?" She smiled, knowing that I must be guilty of something.

“I need to know why you’re avoiding me but spending so much time with my uncle.” “It’s work,” I said, the lie feeling heavier each time I repeated it. “Those aren’t excuses?” she yelled suddenly, her composed facade cracking to reveal genuine frustration and hurt beneath. “It’s not excuses,” I insisted weakly. “Then stop!” “Stop what?” “Stop getting too close to my uncle!” The desperation in her voice was raw and unfiltered now. “Why?” “Because my uncle is gay,” she said, the words dropping between us like stones thrown into still water.

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

The title made my blood boil: "Diego Mendoza: My Uncle Destroyed My Marriage!" I pressed the play button with trembling hands. Diego sat in the studio with a fake sad expression. Beside him, Isabella sat gracefully, occasionally stroking his arm as if comforting him. "I don't know what else to say. I've lost the wife I loved because of my own uncle's actions. Julian Mendoza, my uncle, has destroyed my marriage." The journalist nodded sympathetically. "Can you tell us more details, Mr. Diego?"

“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.

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.

The cool night air felt refreshing after everything that had happened inside, but it did nothing to calm the storm raging inside me. "We agreed to act like a normal couple until Grandpa's birthday was over," he said quietly. I looked at him in disbelief. "I did exactly what we agreed," I replied. "I spent the last five hours pretending everything was fine. I smiled, sat through dinner, and kept my mouth shut even when your aunt humiliated me." He lowered his eyes for a second but said nothing. "So now it's your turn," I continued. "I want the signed divorce papers." His expression tightened. "They're at the villa."

They truly were meant for each other, they were both shameless. He didn’t care though, he liked them too much to let either of them go. “Valentina, I’m doing this for us okay? What do you think people will say when they find out you have a child for me… She had a deal with my grandfather. I plan to tell everyone she cheated on me during my grandfather's birthday, our marriage will be called off, then your father will announce you as my new fiancée since she cheated.” “I don’t believe you.”