I Miss My Uncle Charles Y'all Mga Nobela at Kwento

Frank leaned back in his chair, a smug grin on his face. “Come on, Audrey, don’t lie,” he said smoothly. “Let’s just tell them the truth. We’ve been having an affair ever since. Last night, Audrey couldn’t control her passion for sex, and that’s why she called me to satisfy her. I’m sorry, Uncle. Audrey never loved you. Audrey, let’s go ahead and tell everyone the truth.” Audrey’s world crumbled around her. Tears welled in her eyes as she looked around the room. Everyone stared at her with judgment and disbelief.

There was silence now, and I presumed I had the floor now to say what I wanted. "You're done talking, right? Old or not, your uncle looks way way better than you or your father can ever imagine, Daniel. So don't get all bogie about yourself." I chuckled. "You know, you are actually a nobody without my wealth. Your dad has nothing apart from being a lapdog for your grandfather. And to talk about your uncle who you address as old, he has everything, everything you will never be able to have on your own Daniel." I paused and could see the defeated look on Daniel's face.

All eyes turned to see Charles picking up his phone. "What’s up?" No one knew what the caller said, but Charles’s expression darkened visibly, and an aura of tension surrounded him. Haley and Shane exchanged a glance. After Charles ended the call, Haley could not help but ask, "Dad, did something happen back in the capital?" Charles set his phone down on the table, his expression grave as he said, "My assistant just called. He said your uncle is back home." Yvonne frowned, "He actually dared to come back? I must have underestimated him."

“Yes, but you never know when to stop, do you? To be honest, seeing the effect she’s had on you… it’s kind of miraculous. Especially after your stellar track record as a professional male slut.” Kai clears his throat. “Maybe we should ease up on the life story and the insults?” His uncle laughs, then stretches out his hand. “Call me Charles.” I take it, a polite smile spreading across my face. “Hello, Charles. It’s nice to meet you.” Charles nods letting go of my hand, a small approving smile tugging at his lips. “Likewise. Make yourself comfortable. Actually, let's start with lunch.” He walks off, Blake trailing behind him.

At the same time, a very unreasonable knock came from my door. Everyone in this house had a pattern of knocking for me to know who it was. But whoever just knocked knocked like a dying mushroom. I waited without a word and watched the doorknob twist and the door opened. His head came in first. Mark. I knew he was weird the moment he stepped into my abode but refused to say a thing about it. “What do you want?” I wasn’t so friendly with my voice. “Uncle.” His voice reeked with incoming sarcasm, lies and words of hypocrisy. Uncle? He’s never called me that in years, not when we are alone. I poured myself another cup and rested on the table, folding my arms over my chest.

" The maid introduced me as Rafael Fernandez's nephew and wait ,I just hope I'm dreaming ,are you my uncle's bride to be?" His last word immediately gave her courage and she held her head high. "I presume you are not deaf too. " He threw his head and laughed. "You gold-digging slut, it hasn't been up for 3 days and you are already crawling around my uncle, is that how desperate you are?" "I will not stand here and watch you speak to me in such rude manners. "She thundered ."I demand every bit of respect from you. " "Really,"He smirked."Little Miss Smart ,she's trying to be boss. "He folded his arms across his chest and approached her slowly." What if I tell my uncle that we are both dating?

She added. My jaw tightened. “That bastard. Your families are close. Why did you do that? Also, do you really believe that your father could embezzle money and go off the grid? Uncle Charles was loved by all, and he used to give a lot to the orphanage. Why would he embezzle money and leave you? You’re the one he loves most.” “Does it matter now? If I believe it or not, it doesn’t matter,” she said quietly. “It’s my reality now. He’s nowhere to be found, and I’m left with debt and bound to someone I don’t even love.”

They didn’t make it. Tears dropped from my eyes and Uncle Charles wiped it off immediately. “You will get them back for everything,” he said confidently. “And I’ll be here every step of the way.” I swallowed hard and nodded. No matter how I tried, I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. It felt like just yesterday I lost my parents. The wound which never healed had opened up again and the pain was even more intense than that day I was brought to identify their bodies in the morgue.

"There. Done." "Eudora—" "Dad, I love you. I love Bronwyn. I gave you my blessing and I meant it." She pocketed her phone. "Aunt Margaret is grieving and bitter and taking it out on you guys. But I'm not going to let her poison this family with her pain."

Downstairs, Xandra failed to get the Low Frequency Band’s autograph and was escorted away by security. At the entrance, Anna saw a tall figure dragging Xandra off without looking back. A few minutes later, a message popped up in their group chat. "Xandra: Waaa! I got caught and dragged home by my uncle. I am done for. Remember to put the autograph on my gravestone." Anna smiled softly. In truth, she envied Xandra. Though they were not related by blood, her uncle treated her like family. Unlike Anna, who had lost all affection after her mother died.