Married First Loved Later : A Flash Marriage With My Ex’s "uncle" Novels & Stories

The man my husband had sent to pick me up was my ex, Rowan. He had registered his marriage with my father’s illegitimate daughter five years ago. “Linette?! Is that you?” Rowan was the first to spot me. The others turned too, and the moment they realized who I was, they burst into exclamations. “Rowan, you were right! One crooked finger, and Linette comes running back like a dog.” “Damn! That’s some skill.”

"You don’t just get to show up at my house uninvited." "Uninvited?" Tristan scoffed, shoving past Rowan’s broad frame into the grand hallway. "I don’t need an invitation to visit my future wife. Amelia belongs with me. Not here. Not with you." He paced straight toward me. "Amelia, come home with me. You know this man can’t give you real love. I can. I love you. I want you to be my wife." He looked back at his uncle with contempt. "Has Rowan ever said anything like that to you?"

He replied explaining his sudden visit and reminding me that this is grandfather's home. I sat down on the chair, still staring uncle in the eyes. "I understand what you're saying, uncle, but you can't stay here since my wife and I are still on our honeymoon and I don't want to be bothered," I said. Uncle also sat in front of the chair that was across my table, as he listened to my reply while I displayed a bored expression in front of him. He was surprised when I remarked, "but I heard it was an arranged marriage? The one father planned when he had a drinking match with his friend."

"He works at the general- tax... I don't know what his position is..." “Your family economy life is difficult…. But how come I just heard that you have an uncle… and it seems like he's someone who is…” “He… mmh… isn't happy with my mother… so…” “Explain first… I don't understand. Make sure I want to help him." “So my mother…is first liked by my uncle…but my father proposed to my mother first…and got married, it turns out that uncle has a deep love for mom… since mom married my dad…uncle lost contact with us.”

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."

"You wanted him for his money. That didn't work, so you leached on the nearest money magnet, his uncle." My temper flared when I heard that. Before I could stop myself, I wrenched my hand out of her grip and faced her. "Seems like he did the same thing. We all know he married Sophie Lancaster for her money, to get you out of poverty because he knew he wouldn't be getting the inheritance." Her smile dropped suddenly, and the next thing I knew, she drew back and splashed her drink into my face.

Spike and Star’s cute barks calmed him as he kissed them both, clutching them to his chest. Then he continued. “My chaotic family was the reason I never wished to introduce you to them. They are cold-hearted, self-absorbed, and power-hungry people, following the stupid traditions that only favor them. And my uncle is the biggest moron, a vampire who has stopped eating to maximize his powers.” His eyes burned with rage as he growled. “Grandpa’s response made it clear that Uncle had spread the news of your divorce in our community. Gosh, I want to kill him!”

" She left. I sat on the bed. It was soft. Expensive. The kind of mattress I could never afford. This was my life now. A small room in a cold penthouse. Rules and restrictions. A husband who looked at me like I was property he'd purchased. My phone buzzed. Unknown number. I almost didn't answer. "Aria?" Damien. "How did you get this number?" "I can't believe you actually did it." He laughed. Bitter and mean. "You married my uncle. You actually married him." "How did you get this number?" "I can't believe you actually did it." He chuckled. cruel and resentful. "You married my uncle. In reality, you actually married him.

My chest tightens slightly. “Yes,” I reply. “My ex-fiancé.” The word feels wrong now, but I don’t take it back. Something shifts in his expression. It’s subtle, but it’s there. Not surprise—recognition. “Cole,” he repeats. “That explains a lot.” His gaze sharpens on mine. I frown slightly. “Explains what?” I ask. Because now something feels off. “That name isn’t unfamiliar to me,” he says. His tone is controlled again, but there’s weight behind it now. “Ethan Cole is my nephew.”

’ 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.”