Novel & Cerita Married Ex-fiancé's Uncle

My wedding starts at 12:00 pm on the dot. There are 58 tables, each table costing 8888 dollars. 120 bottles of premium liquor have been opened. 300 packs of top-tier cigarettes are unsealed. At 2:30 pm, all the guests have left the scene, leaving nothing but a huge mess behind. That's when a server hands me the bill. "It'll be 510 thousand dollars, miss." I'm left gobsmacked. "I'm a wedding guest, not the organizer." The groom is Charlie Humboldt, my ex-boyfriend. At the moment, he takes his pregnant bride, Sasha Fitch, by the hand while sneering at me. "Since you're here, you might as well foot the bill. Think of it as your way of compensating for my youth." Charlie's mother, Melissa Carlton, moves to block the door. "If you're not paying the bill, then you can forget about leaving. No one wants you anyway, so you might as well stay here and pay off your debt by working as a dishwasher!" As I stare at the shameless family, I dig out my phone quietly. What they don't know is that this five-star hotel is a gift from my dad to me.

On the day the real heiress was welcomed home, my fiancé was already sleeping with her. Staring at the blue pills and torn lingerie scattered on the floor, I told them to get the hell out of my wedding house. But a second later, my father stormed in and slapped me hard across the face. "Who are you to tell her to leave? Bella is our real daughter!" "Elena, you’re just an outsider we took in by mistake. You’re the one who needs to get out." Marco wrapped his arm around Bella, his tone impatient: "Elena, I’m the heir to the Moretti family. I can’t marry a mongrel with impure blood like you. If you don't want to bring shame to the family, be smart and go tell the Don the wedding is off tomorrow." Bella gave a coy smile and tossed a stack of cash at my feet like she was giving alms: "Sister, I know Marco and I hurt you, but we’re true love." "Take this as your severance package. Take the money and get lost." I suppressed my rage and stepped forward to throw these disgusting people out, but Marco shoved me violently. "I told you, I’m not marrying you! Keep pestering us, and don't blame me for getting rough!" My stomach slammed against the table. I laughed out of pure anger. Who said I wanted to marry him? The one I’m going to marry is his father—the Don of the Moretti family, Lorenzo.

Seven years ended with one ringtone at the altar. One quiet apology, then he walked away to the pregnant ex he once called a mistake, leaving me beneath crystal lights and camera flashes, the perfect discarded bride. Publicly humiliated. I made a decision that shocks them all. I married Adrian, Marcus’s estranged elder stepbrother, the self-made billionaire their father once discarded. Cold. Untouchable. Far more powerful than the heir who betrayed me. Our marriage is a contract. He needs stability to secure his corporate takeover. I need a throne high enough to watch Marcus fall. But our 'fake' touches turn into an obsession neither of us can control. Now I’m carrying Adrian’s child the true firstborn heir of the legacy built on betrayal And this time, I’m not the woman left behind. I'm the prize.

BLURB: How far would you go for love? For Diana, she would jump into a fire to save the man she loved – and she did. But all she got in return was betrayal. The scars the flames imprinted on her body were nothing compared to the wounds he left on her heart, leaving her in a state of anguish and hatred, not just to him, but herself. Then on one night, at a bar, in an attempt to forget her pain, she meets a handsome stranger whom she feels instant attraction for, the sparks could not be ignored. The passion driven kiss they shared haunted her for months. an unforgettable moment she tried to push to the back of her mind– until she goes for a meeting to plan an event for none other than the handsome stranger- who happens to be her ex fiancés boss. Will she allow herself to love again? Or would she hold on to the past? If she could go that far for love…how far would she go for revenge?

Just as Kellen and I were about to have our bonding ceremony, his brother died in an accident. Kellen inherited the position of Beta of the Silver Moon Pack, along with the responsibility of caring for his late brother’s mate, Selah. She wanted to know how much I mattered to Kellen—so she sent a rogue after us. When I was gravely wounded by the rogue’s silver dagger and clinging to life, Kellen turned to protect Selah—who only had a scratch. “Selah’s fragile—this has terrified her. Just hold on a little longer, Celia!” I didn’t even have the strength to beg for help. I could only watch as he carried Selah in his arms and walked away, leaving me alone in the forest to die. The next time we met, he said, “If word gets out that you sent a rogue after Selah and hurt her, the Alpha will banish you from the pack. To calm her down, I have no choice but to hold a bonding ceremony with her! Once she bears the Beta heir, I’ll make it up to you.” I shook my head gently. No need to make it up to me. I was about to have a new mate anyway...

Mona, calm down. " I looked at him through narrowed lashes. "I have a name and that is Ivy. " I let my hands ran in my hair. "what exactly should I call you, brother, uncle or lover " He just watched, he stood there like an eucalyptus , seeing me this hurt yet he did nothing . He knew, yet he f

"How long are you going to ignore me ? ", I said while stopping her work. Her fingers abruptly froze on my shoulders and lips curled inside. She looked up at me slowly staring deeply into my eyes ,"You thought i wouldn't know and for your kind information, I can read your mind even from far away Mr.Krish Sehgal.", she frowned removing my hands off her waist. Because we are no longer friends anymore, so I removed the letter of mine from bracelet.", I replied only to tease her and she made cry face. Her body raising in heat furiously and I felt it right against my bare chest as my shirt was unbuttoned a minutes ago by the great filmy Priya only. I never thought I would fall in love with the person whom I considered my best friend. I don't know how she would react if I told my feelings for her. But I don't want to disturb my friendship with her, I can't live a single second without seeing or hearing her. So I decided to keep it my heart and pretend like I never loved her. What happened when a filmy girl met a crazy boy accidentally in a train? They became friends in no time. After friends to best friends then something else which they never planned. Will they ever realise it's not just friendship between them? it's something special and it's love.

BLURD I never imagined my life could fall apart so suddenly. Not today, especially not on the day I was supposed to celebrate my engagement to my boyfriend. That night, I had a feeling that things might go wrong, but I chose to ignore it. After three years with Daniel, I thought I had it all figured out, of us having a perfect life and living happily ever after. But I was mistaken. I walked in on my fiancee and sister being intimate. It really broke me. They had no remorse, just justification. I didn’t scream or cry. I simply walked away. I don’t remember how I ended up at that club or how many drinks I had. All I recall is the burning anger heavy enough to suffocate my breath. And then… him. Older, calm, looking at me as if he understood every broken piece I was desperately hiding. I knew I should have walked away. But I stayed. One night. That’s all it was supposed to be. But there was a reckless mistake, a fleeting moment of weakness that I couldn't hide and forget. But the next morning, when I truly saw his face everything changed. Because the man I had just spent the night with… was my ex-boyfriend’s uncle. And that? That was just the beginning.

Kimberly Davies dreamed of a fairy-tale wedding like a princess in a storybook. However, all her dreams shattered when reality did not meet her expectations. Her husband constantly ignored her, and since the day they got married, Kimberly felt unwanted. With her heart broken into pieces, Kimberly went to a nightclub. Yet fate seemed to play a cruel joke on her repeatedly. The beautiful woman got drunk and ended up in the bed of Damian Darrel-a dangerous man who is the step-uncle of her husband. What will happen next between Damian and Kimberly? Their forbidden relationship has trapped them as if lost in a labyrinth. Will fate bring them together, or will separation be their destiny?

I was a top-tier heart surgeon. The kind they gave a government-issued black SUV with diplomatic plates—armored, red-light-skipping, cleared-for-anything kind of ride. I parked it at my fiancé Marco Varonetti's place so he could keep it in shape. Bad call. One day, I got an emergency call: heart transplant for the Chancellor—yeah, that Chancellor, the one with state secrets ticking inside him. I rushed over to Marco's to grab the car. Right as I was about to leave, some rando slid into the back seat like she owned it. "Mall first. I need a mani," she barked. "Then get the ice cream Marco ordered. If it melts, I'll kill you." Excuse me? "This is my car," I said, trying to stay chill. "I've got a critical airport run. You need to get out." She rolled her eyes. "You're just the driver. Open those eyes and check the plate." Then the maid chimed in. "Everyone knows Mr. Varonetti takes Ms. Caro out in this car. Nobody says a word." I froze. Marco used my federally issued SUV... to chauffeur her? This wasn't just messy. This was criminal.