Entangled With My Ex's Uncle Mga Nobela at Kwento

"But what about the woman you were with? You seemed excited about her." "I was, but I don't like talking about it. But I'll talk to you because we talk about everything. As you know, I was forced to break up with her, and now..." He smiled awkwardly. "For some reason, she married my uncle, Richard." "That scoundrel, it seems he always wants everything that's yours!" she grumbled, hitting the table in anger.

The last thing she needed was for Charlotte and Jason to get wind of their encounter. Unfortunately, Charlotte had already read her lips, and her eyes widened as she pieced everything together. “OMG!” she gasped a little too loudly. “Jasmine, don’t tell me you slept with your ex-fiance's uncle? That’s what you did last night, isn’t it?” A collective gasp erupted from the crowd, and Jasmine's heart sank. Her hands fisted the sides of her dress as panic flared within her. This is what she was trying to avoid.

Charvie was quick to place a hand on Jessamine's lips. "Stop being noisy, I said mine calmly." "Bryan's uncle, Is he old? Like old... white-haired old." Jessamine lowered her voice, trying not to yell. 'Old...nah, she was sure Cruz was older than her, because being her ex's uncle says it all, but not the kind of old Jessa had in mind...Jessa loved hot guys and she could die for one, if she saw Cruz, she wondered what would be her reaction.' "I had no choice, he was better than a cheat." Charvie shrugged keeping Jessamine in a suspense Jessa didn't like.

I have never been more satisfied at a revenge, rebound sex in my entire life. It was never one of his best friends I hooked up with, it was his uncle. It makes a hell lot of sense why he was present that day too and why Resa had his number to share. It also makes a lot of sense why I couldn’t remember him being at the grill. He probably dropped by for a short while to drop off or see his nephew before leaving. I don’t know, I don’t care, it’s just intriguing to ponder. I let out a sigh.

“There’s never just one move with someone like that. If we don’t understand why he’s doing this, the next time he comes at you, we’ll be completely exposed. Start talking.” Fine. It's better to give him the warning now. “I like Scarlett. Jaxen found out.” My uncle’s pupils blew wide. “You… like Jaxen’s ex-wife?” “Yeah,” I nodded once. “Are you out of your goddamn mind?” He slammed his palm flat on the desk, hard enough to make the pen holder jump. “You and Jaxen grew up together. The ink on his divorce papers is barely dry, and you’re already after his ex-wife? Have you any shame left?”

“Be careful, okay?” “You, too.” He hugged me tight. “Please tell your husband how you feel about him.” I chuckled as we pulled apart. “You should find a date.” “You should give me a nephew.” “Shut up.” “Sis, stay away from your ex. He owes thirty grand to a local mobster. He’s good as dead.”

I asked, but he didn't reply. “Mr. Rufus has promised to take care of you and..” he was saying, but I cut him off. “Take care of me? I am not sick, uncle! And can you please ask him to stop staring at me!” I flared. His presence creeps me off, and not after what I heard about his human trafficking ring. I wouldn't want to get involved with such a dangerous man, I couldn't place my hands on why my uncle was keen on getting me married to him.

Instead, they’d bonded over something, and Gena didn’t know what. Now here they all were, heading to Everett and Rebecca’s wedding to confront them. Take them down and take over. Her Uncle now fumed because someone reported to him that some old business had taken a turn for the worse. Gena had doubts about the business, but the wedding mention confused her the most.

His voice had taken on that smug, self-assured tone he always used when he spoke about his family. My mind keeps drifting back to the alley, to the man with the gun and those intense grey eyes. The world around me felt static, a dull hum compared to the vivid, dangerous memory of that encounter. With feigned curiosity, I cut him short and ask, “And how about your uncle? You’ve mentioned him a few times, but I don’t know much about him.” Josh’s response is terse. “He’s fine.” He gives me a suspicious glance, clearly wondering why I’d brought up his uncle out of the blue. I play it cool.

I wasn't usually the type to focus, but I couldn't afford to mess this up—especially not now. The sound of the door opening snapped me from my thoughts. I didn't turn, thinking it was Casper returning, but a familiar voice called out, “Where's my uncle’s betrothed?” The voice was oddly familiar. I turned, and my jaw dropped in disbelief. It was Leon—my ex-boyfriend! What was he doing here in Monaco? As if we were in sync, his smile faded quickly, leaving his mouth agape and his eyes wide with shock when he saw me.