Married Ex-fiancé's Uncle Novels & Stories

"But my aunt is already dead. She has been dead for more than five years!" Safire still found it unbelievable and shook her head again. "No, this won't do. Your uncle is more than ten years older than you. Your father won't agree. He definitely won't agree." Yosie smiled bitterly. "Actually, I have no time to consider whether my father will agree or not. Uncle also thinks that I am the niece of her ex-wife just like you think. He doesn't want to accept me at all. In order to not delay me, he would rather marry a woman who is not worthy of him in any way. I don't care if he is my uncle. I don't care how much older he is than me, nor do I care that he has two children. There's no other woman w

I was glaring at him. “What? Oh yes, we never had an agreement after all. So, it was not a valid reason for her not to get married to anyone that she wanted,” Kade said before Tim was relaxing. I think he was worried that I would be engaged when I married him. But I was not, uncle made that story up and I know why. “So, you’re to tell me that you are married to this…this man?” Uncle asked before I nodded. I sipped on the juice that was nice and sweet but I need something else.

“What? Grandpa, are you kidding me? You’re really going to let my uncle marry my wife–” “She’s your ex-wife, Elias… you two were not together anymore and you married someone else. Since they were both single, I don’t see why they wouldn’t fall in love with each other,” Steven responded dismissively. “Grandpa! This is not right… how can you allow this?” Elias questioned in frustration.

he said. I flinched. Out of every reason he could have given me for his failed marriage, that was not on it. Who would cheat on him? "With who?" I asked carefully. His lips twisted in something that wasn’t quite a smile. "My uncle," he said. I blinked, stunned. "Your…wait, what?" "My uncle," he repeated. "My father’s younger brother. He is the one who had always been the golden child, the successful businessman, the one who could do no wrong in my family's eyes. And Valeria? She decided he was a better option than me."

Why hadn’t she thought that Ram and her grandfather had already met? For a moment, Lexie wanted to crawl under the table when she saw her brother glaring at her. “You married your ex-boyfriend’s uncle?” “Yes, I did,” Lexie said proudly, even though she could feel her hands trembling from anxiety. She breathed a sigh of relief when she felt Ram’s hand grip hers under the table, as if reassuring her everything would be okay. “Yes, we got married. We’re actually expecting a child—“ “You chose to be with Rafael’s uncle instead of Rafael, Lexie?”

Melanie laughs. "Melanie, if you are here to make trouble, I am going to throw you out of my wedding. I do not want you here. I am marrying the woman that I love and you can forget about coming close to me ever again. I do not have any respect for you, and we all know that you and Jake were lovers. You ran away with Jake. Sienna also knows it now," My uncle says.

Her heart missed a beat. She turned to look at Sasha and frowned, her tone serious. "Sasha, you are overthinking. He is Clark's uncle, which means he is my elder. The situation was critical at that time. He just acted out of an elder's concern for a junior." "Huh? He is your husband's uncle?" Sasha opened her mouth wide in shock. "Oh my god, that is too dramatic... But, even if he is an uncle, that look in his eyes was too impure..."

ANGEL “So… what’s your plan now?” my uncle asked. He was shocked by the news that he called me as soon as he heard about it. Even now, he still could not believe Gideon and I were getting divorced. Then again, he knew better than anyone how hopelessly in love I’d been with him. That even after my parents passed away, my uncle had begged me to stay in America—to heal and help manage the company—but I refused. I insisted on staying here… with Gideon… my soon-to-be ex-husband.

The words hit me like a slap. “She’s my fucking ex, Uncle!” The words tore out of me, raw and jagged. “Second-hand goods I already broke in. I can’t even count how many times I’ve had her and how many ways. And you… you don’t find that revolting? Screwing your own nephew’s leftovers?” A collective gasp rolled through the ballroom like a shockwave. Phones rose in slow motion. Flashes detonated sharply and some faces froze in horror. Others… Christ, some looked openly entertained.