Fated Love With My Fiance's Uncle Novels & Stories

“Do you have any idea how insane this whole thing sounds right now?” I stayed silent. Because honestly? It sounded insane to me too. Mia folded her arms tightly across her chest. “You slept with your ex-fiancé’s uncle,” she said flatly. “Who also happens to be your terrifying billionaire boss. Then somehow you started having… whatever this thing is between you two while Ethan publicly loses his mind.” When she put it like that, it really did sound catastrophic. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” “I know.” My eyes lifted toward her in surprise. Mia sighed heavily before leaning beside me against the wall.

“It wasn’t supposed to happen. It started a long ago, before the engagement. He and I met in a club one night. He didn't know who I was, and neither did I. And we had a nightstand and that's how it happened.” The room was silent except for the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. Leo slowly crossed the room and stood across from me, as if he wanted to see right through me. “Wait, are you telling me,” he said carefully, “that the brother of your fiancee, the same one caught in the media scandal with you, is the man you’re in love with—and you’ve been hiding this from me the whole time?” I nodded slowly, my head hanged low. Leo exhaled, stepping back. He ran a hand through his hair and

Loved how his hands felt against her skin, loved how he made her feel beautiful in her own skin. And she hated that she felt that way. Her reflection frowned at her as her eyes drifted to her neck, the bite he gave her that night. She touched it tenderly, gasping when it pulsed under her fingers. It should have faded by now, if it was just a mere hickey. But there it was. Deep, hot and bright. She felt her eyes slowly widen at the thought. Her ex-fiancé’s uncle could be her fated mate.

I should have to force myself a bit so Elie would be mine now, Andrew is a lucky bastard, I can't believe for his happiness I left the girl of my dreams. I had a huge crush on her and I know it was something more than just a crush but now it's over. Completely over. Coz she loves Andrew, my brother but not me. It's my mistake which I can't correct at all costs. "What are you thinking, son?" My uncle Valentine spoke from behind. I slightly moved my head to see his presence, "Nothing much, uncle, " I replied plainly. "Really? you know you call share anything with me, " He says, putting his hand on my shoulder.

I wouldn’t give myself up to him no matter what. I suddenly felt my feet again and made a run for it but it didn’t help as all I could do was move backwards, one step at a time. He had me locked in his gaze, his eyes peering into my soul, burning like a fiery flame. I could feel my body heating up because of him and my wolf was like a fuel to it all. “You've lost your mind, Uncle,” I blurted out, shocked by the power in my words. He remained unfazed and kept coming at me. "Issa is your uncle. Not me... I am your mate," he whispered as I felt as if he was compelling me to do as he pleased.

Her heart was heavy, but deep down, she knew—if he truly didn’t return her feelings, she would have no choice but to let him go and try to move on. ‎ ‎“I see you as a sister. I don’t love you. I won’t ever love you,” he said firmly, locking eyes with her. There was no hesitation in his tone, no kindness in the words,just cold, clear truth. He believed it was better to be direct now than give her false hope only to destroy it later. ‎

" When I found out that he was my fated mate, I was ecstatic. I could almost see a future for the two of us. I could picture our pups playing in the palace while your uncle and I watched from a distance. " "They were happy dreams, bright, but also childish. It was very naive of me to think that simply because I loved him, simply because we loved each other, and we were fated mates, everything would align and we would get married." She paused, a self-mocking smile playing on her lips. " Your uncle was not only your Mom's best friend, but they were also cousins, a little distant, yes, but the direct blood relationship was still there." " When the time came and we expressed our desire of wantin

“I wanted to… but my marriage was already fixed. With someone else.” The words sliced through me. My body trembled as I gripped his shirt. “But I love you, Aiden. And I know you love me too… then why?” His voice broke as he answered, “Because I’m older than you, Lara. Sixteen years older. And I’m your uncle.” “No!” I screamed, shaking my head violently. “You aren’t my uncle. You’re my father’s friend, do you understand? My father’s friend!” Aiden closed his eyes, pain etched across his face, but he didn’t take his arms off me. His silence hurt more than any words could.

Like a window that had been painted shut for years finally giving way. She didn't know what came next. For the first time in ten years, that felt like a good thing. But as she stepped back inside, she didn't see the man in the corner watching her. Marcus Webb had arrived after all, forty minutes late, just in time to see his uncle kiss his fiancée in front of half of Manhattan. And the look on his face wasn't just hurt. It was dangerous.

Donald whispered. Uncle? Anne's heart stopped. Hades looked at Donald with cold eyes. "You're causing a scene. Leave my fiancée alone.”