Romans & histoires Entangled With My Ex's Uncle

The stage was set for a confrontation that would shake the foundation of their family and expose long-buried secrets. George, like a snake lurking in the shadows, burned with jealousy over Charlotte's closeness to his uncle. Once, when Charlotte had been kind to him, he had found her dull and uninteresting compared to Eva. Now, he discovered that his uncle, who had never shown much interest in women, was involved with his former fiancée. An unsettling feeling crept into his heart. His uncle was too extraordinary, and no woman could resist his charm. And now, it was his uncle who took the initiative.

I'm almost at the back house when a big wolf jumps before me. "Arrabella, what are you doing here," He growls. I know him. He is the beta of my uncle's pack. "Antonio, please. I have to talk to my uncle. I am in grave danger. I think my brother and his mate were planning to either put me in jail or kill me. Please, I need my uncle's help," I say. I have never met my mate, but the smell of a rainy forest hits my nose. Can it be?

he was sitting on one of the ground and I wanted to stay on the floor. "I just like it," I said with a giggle. he reminds me of my Dad, meh I miss them already. again he just stared at me before shaking his head. "Did he have any ex that was obsessed with him?" I asked. my uncle had a crazy ex. one day she came home and saw me, I have no idea who let her in that night but damn my uncle was pissed. "Nah, not one I can think of, he always stayed at home, his mother was the one that made him become friends with Tony," Austin said.

In fact, seeing him now, I feel like hugging him and begging him to come back to me. I was mute. I picked up my phone and glanced at it without turning it on. "I am talking to you, Lucille. How dare you! Do you want my uncle to.....," Ramsey cut him short before he could complete his statement. Brimming tears threatened to fall out of my eyes. I was getting weaker. The urge to beg him was overpowering me. And what did he just say? His uncle...? Ramsey Rowe was his uncle....? I didn't know if I should be happy or sad. A nephew ruined my life and I was foolishly helping his uncle the next day.

Hugging the soft bunny to my chest, I watch as the home I was preparing to raise a family in is packed away. Jonathan was still under Colton, but I didn’t care. I know that if my ex tried to do anything, Colton, an Army vet, would make sure my ex regretted it. The driver door to the Hummer opens, and I look to find Uncle Hunter climbing in, a soft smile on his face.

arrangement. But it wasn't. Not anymore. And the undeniable truth of it hit me with the force of a physical blow. I had fallen for him. Calix Knight. My ex’s uncle. The man whose every move was a calculated step towards legacy and power. I had done the one thing I swore I wouldn’t.

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.

His gaze shifted between Lucien and me. Something unreadable flickered in his eyes. “You’ve met before?” My heart slammed against my ribs. Lucien remained completely still. “I asked you a question, Uncle.” Uncle. The single word crashed through me like thunder. My blood ran cold. I looked from Adrian… To Lucien… Then back again. No. No… This couldn’t be happening. The stranger who had held me while I cried. The man I had trusted. The man I had kissed. He wasn’t just another billionaire.

A memory surfaced. The day Uncle Viktor had brought Evelyn home after she’d been caught in the rain. The way he’d caught her before she fell. The way his hands rested around her waist. At the time, I'd convinced myself it meant nothing. Now… For reasons I couldn't explain, the image refused to leave my mind. My jaw tightened. No. I trusted Evelyn. This wasn't about her. It was about him. Why had Uncle Viktor helped Evelyn behind my back? Why hadn't he called me?