Married Ex-fiancé's Uncle Novels & Stories

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 came here many times over the years to meet him only to know that he had stálnot returned. Meeting him after so long and hearing him soll say the same thing I can't help but feel guilty. It's like destroyed his relation with his dad "How's unde" Lasked hesitatingly "He's fine. He has gone to Hawall with his new wife he sakt casualty That was surprising, I can't believe that Uncle octually thought of marrying at this age "You you are ok right?" I asked hoping not that his feelings "Yeah Tam Though I don't stay with dait any lunger. He was upset with me not wanting to marry any woman

I was sure that was just one of the common names he always hears. “My wedding is tomorrow, my fiance cheated on me with my step sister, and I found out tonight.” “Why do you need my help then?” He arched his eyebrows. “My fiance is your nephew, Dell Houston, no one would want to provoke your family, and if that wedding doesn't hold, it will be over for me, I can't face the consequences.” “I need a groom, and I think nobody will be able to help me, except for you” I said with a cracking voice, my eyes were misty with the tears I was holding back.

Then he turned dramatically again. “Grandpa, look at her! Even now she refuses to admit what she’s done! Everyone knows she used to be my fiancée!” “Then only a short time after our engagement ended, she suddenly appeared beside Uncle Leonel. What kind of decent woman does that?” He sneered viciously. “Uncle Leonel was obviously manipulated by her. At a time like this, she should be thrown out immediately. And that bastard child too.” “Enough!” Chairman Crawford’s voice suddenly cut through the hallway sharply.

She knew her uncle's visit was either to ask for money or insult her. “Get ready tonight, you must attend the engagement party, you don't want to make our family look bad now do you?” Her uncle asked, looking at her with his cold gaze. Eva just wanted to disappear, her paining limbs rest to protest but she knew there was no way of escaping it. Nodding her heavy head slightly she managed to get a smile out of her uncle's stoic face. “That's my girl, be happy for your cousin sweetie, you know Calvin never really loved you, right?” He said adding salt to the wound.

"Are you serious? What about your husband? Won't you give your signature ‘ I need to cook for Alexandre’." I don't blame her. I had indeed been stupid."Can you get us in or not?" A longer pause as if realizing I was serious. "My cousin works at the door. But Brenda, what is going on? You sound—" "Different," I said. "I know. I'll explain later." I started walking. "Pick me up at nine tonight. And Riley — wear something that says we are getting smexed" I hung up before she could ask more questions. I had a lawyer to see. A husband to destroy. And a very dangerous man to find before the day was over.

I was standing near the edge of the room, finally alone for a moment, when Marcus found me. "You look happy," he said, though his tone suggested the opposite observation entirely. "Married to my uncle. That's quite the upgrade." "Don't." "I'm just saying. A few weeks ago you were crying in my driveway, and now look at you." He stepped closer than was comfortable, close enough that I caught the smell of whiskey on his breath. "Tell me something. Does he know? About us? About everything we had before all this?" "There is no us, Marcus. There hasn't been for weeks."

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

Why would he offer to let me use him for revenge against his own nephew? "Is he serious about marrying me? He’s Lucas’s uncle—if I divorce Lucas to marry him, people might even accuse me of being the villain here." I spoke to the empty room, letting out another weary sigh. "I don’t know what to think anymore…" Thankfully, Lucas wouldn’t be coming home tonight. If he did, I wasn’t sure what I’d say—or if I’d even be able to keep my composure when I knew he was lying to my face. But the biggest question of all still hung over me: Why would Uncle Noah offer to marry me just so I could get back at Lucas? Lucas was his blood relative—so why was he choosing to help me?

It lasted only a second before he looked back at Shane, craning his neck slightly to peer past him at the house. “I heard there’s dinner. I came to eat and to congratulate my dear nephew and his fiancée.” He said it easily, pleasantly. Niece-in-law. Eveline’s brows lifted. Was he serious? He was the last person she expected to casually reference her engagement to Shane, given that the two of them had been doing things — things she absolutely should not be doing with her fiancé’s uncle. She felt off-balance. Shane scoffed, crossing his arms. “You can eat anywhere else. And Eveline and I’s business is —” He reached for her hand. Eveline shifted away. She was still raw from their argument and h