Flash Marriage With My Cheating Ex's Uncle Novels & Stories

“Anna. The one I dated before. I messed up but—” “Joshua,” his mother cut in sharply, her tone deadly calm, “that woman is engaged to your uncle. The Sinclair heir. The man keeping this family afloat!” Josh blinked like he had been slapped. “What?” he breathed. “She is Alaric Sinclair’s fiancée. Do you know what that means for us?” “She’s... she's married into our family?” Josh croaked, face going pale. “Engaged. And she’s the reason your uncle hasn’t pulled our funding yet,” his dad growled. “If you’ve just embarrassed her in front of the press—”

I sat up slightly, staring at the wall across from me, a thought creeping in that I immediately tried to shove back down. Was I the one he was talking about? Was I the person he said he was interested in but couldn’t have? Oh my God. I pressed both hands against my face, groaning quietly into my palms. That couldn’t be right. He was my boss. He was Julian’s uncle, technically still my family by marriage, even if that marriage existed in name only at this point. It didn’t make sense, and yet the more I turned it over in my head, the harder it became to come up with any other explanation that actually fit.

" he asked. I smirked. "I'm your little uncle's wife now." "My uncle's wife?" then He laughed loudly. "Anyway, now my little uncle is no different from a dead man, as long as I want, you will still be mine! Sooner or later!" I met him with a sharp look. "In your dreams!" I didn't expect that the man I married was my ex-boyfriend's uncle. However, my plan to take revenge on my boyfriend and step-sister will not change.

I took his hands away from his face and looked at him with the sincerest face, I could make up. "Thank you so much, Marcus." He nodded his head as he squeezed my hands; "Cheating on his fiancé with her sister who is his ex-wife," Marcus commented and the direness of the situation hit me. It was going to be perfect.

I need to know what he has found out about my mate. " Where is she?" I ask urgently. He hesitates a bit and gives me a black envelope. I open it slowly, and what I see there breaks my heart. " They are back from their honeymoon," Uncle sighs. He goes to the fridge and gets two bottles of beer. He turns on the TV. The pictures in the envelope only upset me more. They show a real couple acting like a couple, smiling and holding hands as they walk. " This is stupid." " Not really. They are married," Uncle says. I glare at him, but he is not fazed. All this time, I comforted myself by saying that their wedding was only for the show. They wanted to restore her reputation, which I had succeeded in

My legs were shaking. It was Maria...with a blonde guy...She was making out with him. Her sleeves were almost rolled off from her shoulders and it was giving a clear view of her chest. Her hands were doing disgusting things on the guy's body. Astagfirullah.. I quickly covered my eyes. She was cheating on my Uncle... I noticed Uncle Afzal hardly stayed at home. He was so busy with his business that he didn't know what game was playing behind his back. I toddled and I was about to fall when someone held me.

I shift my gaze to Natasha and her equally conniving mother, both frozen in place, eyes wide with fake shock. For a moment, I wonder when they could’ve orchestrated a scheme this bold. But the truth clicks into place just as quickly. They weren’t acting alone. Of course not. They had help from the second branch of the Westfield family. "That's him!" someone shouts from the back of the cathedral. "That's the man from the photos!" "She was cheating with her fiancé's uncle!" another guest exclaims. "My God, it's like something from a soap opera!" "No wonder Alexander hit her. Finding out your bride slept with your uncle is the biggest blow to a man’s pride!"

“I don’t care what he’s told you, but the truth is, we’re still married.” Nora’s smirk faded, replaced by a look of disbelief. She turned to Ivan, her voice lowering to a hiss. “Is this true? Who’s she?” Ivan rubbed the back of his neck, clearly cornered. “We’re not technically married,” he muttered, his eyes darting nervously between us. “It was a marriage of pretense… sort of.” His words shattered me, each one feeling like a knife to my chest. The weight of his betrayal sank deep, and the shame of standing there, denied and humiliated, was almost unbearable. Before I could process it, a sharp sting exploded across my cheek.

Cruz said with an unreadable expression. "Then why did you let her go, when you found her tonight?" Frost asked, before moving away from the mirror, walking to the wardrobe in the room. "Her fiance, my nephew came to pick her up, and I told him not to alert anybody in the family, because if mother finds out I am back, she will want me to take over everything the Hayes own before my sister gives it to her son." "A family drama loading." Frost voice came out sarcastic, like the villain in a movie "Nice step"

I only care about the emotional damage this would inflict on his nephew. “I don’t care. I’m a virgin.” I blurted, nonchalantly. Probably saying my flaw would make him feel any better. But I only saw a look of shock on his face when he heard me. “No, that’s–” He stepped back with his words instantly falling beneath when I grabbed his necktie to capture his lips. Slap? Ill words? Wishing him bad luck? Fuck! Those are not enough to inflict the same pain on David like he did to me. If sleeping with his uncle wouldn’t work, then I’ll be the one to decide that.