I Married My Ex's Uncle Novels & Stories

He hadn’t said much but I could sense the gravity of situation. “I don’t think I should be there, I mean I am the newest addition in the family and they doesn’t seem to be a big fan of me since I started dating Liam.” I stated what had been running in my mind He winced on the mention of his nephew. How absurd it feels to imagine I married my ex-fiance’s uncle.

" 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.

“Wait, does this mean that you actually sorting out the gifts in the lounge area was real?” She nodded and the sudden knot in my chest tightened. “Yes, you were pissed that Verena was ignoring you and you did everything to infiltrate her space,” My breath became long and ragged. “So, does this mean that it is true that my uncle plans on getting married to my ex-wife?” “I don't know but I guess it is true,” Those words were enough to send me spiraling as a guttural scream tore from my throat. Stacey flinched, fear in her eyes as she shifted. “How long have I been out?”

I said as he really set the table in a very calm manner with no sadness or issues. “Don’t you want to see him for the last time?” I said and he looked at me and said “The man wasn’t really my uncle, it’s just because he was a partner in business and also was great friend to my dad. He married my ex for god’s sake. Do you think I would like to care about a man like that? I am not that free.” He sighed at the ends and looked at me.

’ He knew that if his friends saw it, especially Hardin, he did be getting a ear full. Justin went to his fridge, got a bottle of wine and three glasses, he poured himself a drink and said, “Help yourselves.” “Justin, what do you think you are doing?” Hardin asked, his stare, stern and unhappy, “She is your ex–” “I know, captain obvious. I am not blind I can see she is.” Justin said cutting Hardin off, Alex chuckled quietly. Hardin hissed, “Well, she is not only your ex, she is married to your uncle, she is a wife to your uncle, your mother's brother.”

I just introduced Maya as my wife to my Uncle. I glanced at my Uncle, who was looking at me with amusement on his face, to Maya and Julia, who were looking at me like I had just said a taboo. Well, it was something like that to me, I didn't even know what I was thinking. " You have gotten married? And you said you didn't grow in the past two years? " He teased and I tried to explain, but he walked past me and went to Maya. " Darling, welcome to the family, " he said and Maya lowered his head at him.

Who is always there for YOU when you call but the favor is rarely if ever returned? My uncle Greg had been married and divorced four times. FOUR. His third marriage only lasted a few months and yet in their divorce gave his wife over a half million bucks, they didn’t even have kids! And yet with each divorce, my mom was going over to coddle him. Make him soup, watch tv with him or whatever the hell they did.

Saying his name with the word marriage would forever traumatize me. I shivered when I recalled that I almost got married to someone who was two years older than my late grandfather. I wonder how the expressions on all the faces of these people who just watched us get married would be if they were here to witness my marriage with Gregory Quin and not…God! It just struck me that I don't know his name. I do not know the name of the person who I just got married to and took his last name. “Gregory Quin is my uncle. He passed away yesterday,” he said, his tone flat as he led me into the already opened car. The leather seats felt good against my skin. It took a lot of self control not to moan in s

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!

he demanded, grip tightening, “even when things are this bad?” I tried to pull away, irritation burning hot. When I couldn’t, I looked straight into his eyes. “Rowland,” I said sharply, “remember this—I was your Uncle Nathan’s wife. Even if the marriage is over, legally there’s still a connection and our mate bond hasn't been severed yet. How do you expect me to accept help from my ex-husband’s nephew?” My words were like cold, clean, merciless blades. Rowland opened his mouth to speak but closed it. Pain flickered through his eyes, but his grip didn’t loosen.