His Awesome Ex Is Now Uncle's Lady Novels & Stories

Ash says with a bashful look. I stare at her and then at Mama, I really can't tell the difference but I think Mama's way…. prettier. Ash and I stay back and watch Miss Ivory and her company. The uncle isn't as tall as Papa, he has very dark skin with red gems for eyes, his hair is wavy and combed backward, and most importantly he looks very scary. "He's looking this way Dexter," Mama says, "should we say hi? Is he a friend of yours?"

I didn't expect much from a woman that left me at a very young age to pursue her modelling career anyway. I got up, took a shower and dressed up to visit Uncle David's penthouse while suppressing the urge to think about Damien. Uncle David's penthouse is everything our old penthouse used to look like. Manicured garden, a double garage and staff that move quietly in the background.

"May I ask everyone to please excuse us? I'd like to talk with my wife alone." I watched the color drain from Logan's face as he visibly staggered backwards, staring from me to Amanda. The first decision I made within myself when I drew up that contract was to pamper her and treat her like a queen. So that everyone who once looked down on her would worship her and lick her feet. And what better way to start than with her ex? Logan straightened up and began to speak. "Uncle, we can't just leave. We have to–"

She looked very frustrated, and I was eager to tease her. "Pull yourself together, Grace." I tried to make her feel a little better. Hearing my words, she suddenly removed her hands from her face and looked at me. "Calm down?" Her voice choked up. “I can't be like you, who thinks all this is fine. You're Jhon's uncle. How can I be as calm as you say?" Grace opened her hands as if asking me to understand her. Grace shook her head quickly and hissed at me. "You're crazy."

However, it had always failed so far, and Uncle had many ways to escape it. "Mother must find a better way to match Uncle again. I will help by separating my uncle from his current girlfriend. Noella is a woman who does not deserve to be with Uncle Enrick, she is a woman I can easily get rid of. However, you must help me to get uncle to separate from his girlfriend." My plan got mom's approval, I felt a little calm even though there was some lingering resentment because some sentences had affected me so much since the party.

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

(Celeste Moretti’s POV) Vincenzo Conti. I let the idea sit in my mind for exactly one second before dismissing it completely. “Lili,” I said, staring at Carmelita, “have you actually lost your mind?” “What? I’m just saying.” “You are not just saying anything. You are suggesting that I develop feelings for the man who signs my paychecks and also happens to be my ex husband’s uncle.” I placed my glass down carefully. “That is not a joke. That is a catastrophe waiting to happen.”

But he was not expecting to find her pushed into a wall and being manhandled by his asshole nephew. Kevin is pale and is all but shaking with fear. He never thought that his uncle would come here at this time of the day. He had to think fast before his uncle killed him. That's when a vile plan came to his mind. "U..uncle, I didn't do anything. It's her, she called me. She was my Ex. I used to date her before I started seeing Claire. She called me and cried saying that she met with an accident and she was in very bad shape. I used to truly love her before she decided to cheat on me, Uncle. So I came to see her out of the goodness of my heart. But as soon as I entered her apartment, she came t

Normally, I ignored them. This time, I froze. The screen showed the entrance of some upscale residential complex. Crowds. Security. Cameras. Residents pretending not to stare. And right in the middle of it— My uncle. Adrian. He stood with one arm around a woman, guiding her through the flashing cameras with that infuriatingly calm expression he wore when he knew he’d already won. For half a second, my brain didn’t process her face. Then it did. Lila. My hand tightened around the phone so hard it hurt.

“River is just terrible at explaining things. I sometimes wonder how he ever got along so well with my uncle.” “Uncle?” I repeated faintly, even more confused than before. She sighed dramatically as if I were a slow student in need of patient instruction. “Let me explain it in a way even you can understand,” she said. “I am Apollo’s ex-wife, the one who was publicly declared dead after that tragic accident. But I didn’t die, because it wasn’t me in the car that night. It was a lookalike.”