Falling For My Ex's Uncle Novels & Stories

“It’s much easier to make you fall in love with me when you have to see me every day. And you did. It was so easy it was almost embarrassing. Sweet, trusting Ava, so eager to fix broken things. So desperate for love she’d take it anywhere she could find it.” She shook her head, her chest heaving. She’d stopped crying, but her eyes burned with anger and betrayal. That’s my girl. Hate me. Don’t cry over me. Never cry over me. I’m not worth it. “That night after Thanksgiving dinner? I found the information I was looking for,” I said. “Your father got desperate over the years as his business crumbled, and he made a few bad deals with bad people. I had it all lined up…the FBI bust, the media circ

"The truth is, I realized that Natalie wasn't my daughter the moment I met her. That's why I deliberately fed her that scalding oatmeal and intentionally let her fall." He flashed me a malicious expression and continued, "Who would've thought that she'd be allergic to oats? What's wrong? Is your precious daughter dead?" Jody froze. But at the very next second, she turned toward me and began to beg for mercy again. "See? I didn't know anything! This lunatic had me fooled! For the sake of all those years we spent together, could you please ask Aunt Ivy to let me go?" I took a small step back to avoid coming in contact with her filthy hands. At that same moment, Ivy stepped forward and pressed

You could love your mother and be angry with her. You could grieve a father you barely remembered. You could go to a father-daughter dance with your uncle and leave after one song because your friends wouldn’t stop calling him Zaddy. Nothing fit neatly. Maybe it wasn’t supposed to. I reached for my phone again. There was a picture Mimi had sent me. Me and Uncle Eric before the dance. Blue. Matching. His hand on my shoulder. Me smiling. Him looking like he’d rather be anywhere than taking picture number forty-seven.

Without waiting to hear more rubbish from him I shut the door angrily, then I suddenly opened the door again because I had something important to tell him. “Well guess what? Your uncle chose me, this would be the last time we speak formally. I am now your uncle’s wife.” I said to him and closed the door with satisfaction. At the beginning of the conversation I really wanted to give him a punch on the face but I stopped myself because the look he had on his face was satisfactory enough for me. ## #### It was getting darker and almost time for my dinner with Jackson. The dress was so beautiful, he sure has a good taste in picking outfits.

I added, my voice softening in a chilling way, “make it look like fate. Not interference.” “I understand.” “I want her to fall apart on her own. Not because of something obvious.” “That,” he said, “is my specialty.” I let out a slow breath. “And Uncle,” I said again, “make sure Ferguson never discovers you are involved.” “He will not.” A pause. “But if he does, he will not forgive you.” I smiled coldly. “He does not forgive me now. Nothing will change.” “He is not the same man anymore,” Uncle said. “You pushed him too far.”

EVELYN “Stuck?” My eyes widened as I stared at him, the word refusing to register fully. No, no, no. I had just spent six hours after regular work hours trying to rebuild everything I’d lost, and all I wanted right now was the comfort of my own bed, not to be trapped in a broken elevator with my boss, of all people, at nearly midnight. “Don’t worry. We’ll get out of here soon,” Uncle Viktor said, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

I shrugged that off and concentrated on what that uncle was saying. "We are here for an important purpose." old man said. "Ohoo! Wedding proposal " my conscience teased me and I blushed a little But the next thing or I must say incident they told us left us shocked. They told us about his niece accident and about being her in coma and they mtold us that I am same as her means her exact copy. Woah!!!! That uncle told that he is here to take me with him for some engagement drama. "Wow ! That will be fun." I shouted and everyone stared at me like i have done some crime.

I bounced off the bed like I’d been electrocuted, sheets tangling around my legs. No, no no! This is nothing but a mad joke. The man who had fucked me senseless for hours last night is my ex husband's uncle!

"If it will make you feel any better I will talk to the right people to make sure that my ex's don't run your name through the mud . " " You know that I'm going to tell you that it's not a couple of people but it's one person who's pulling the strings and you are protecting that one person that needs reprimanding but I don't know what to do because you just told me that you want to go back to your old life how are you going to do it how are you going to tell your uncle that you think you made a mistake and that what you worked hard for isn't supposed to go to waste you are supposed to be at the helm like your brother is but your brother just took over from where we left off because we are te

“it’s not a bad thing, you know. Still having feelings for your ex-mate.” I bristled with annoyance. “I don’t have feelings for him and I don’t care about him moving on too.” He studied me for a moment. “You really don’t care that he’s marrying your sister? C’mon, you dated for a while, I’m sure there’s a tiny part of your heart that must miss him.” “No,” I said firmly, meeting his gaze. “I don’t.” My words didn’t seem to agree with his perception. He leaned back, his expression shifting into something more thoughtful. “I guess my uncle has been rubbing off on you after all.”