Marrying My Ex's Uncle Novels & Stories

" I explained briefly. Maya still looked at me like I was speaking gibberish. "Or…have you resigned from that? No, it's okay if you don't do that anymore. I.... "Name who?" She cuts in. A broad smile took over my face. "My uncle... his..." I gulped so hard before I could pronounce the word. "His wife. I need you to take him away until she has no choice." "Why? You want her to be yours?" She smiled, knowing that I must be guilty of something.

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.

THE MOVE ELENA'S POV Sophia arrives at my old apartment at eight in the morning carrying two extra-large coffees and a box of croissants and wearing the expression she gets when she has several things to say and is deciding the order in which to say them. She sets everything on the kitchen counter, she looks at me. "You signed a contract marriage," she says. "With Lucien Blackwood." "Yes." "The man who is your ex-husband's uncle." "Yes."

like it was a disease. I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. "She has some things to take care of." "Things," He repeated, eyes narrowed. "Like painting in a worn out store in the middle of nowhere?" How did he... I didn't even want to know. My jaw tightened. I should’ve seen this coming, but hearing it out loud annoyed more than I'd anticipated. "That's not anyone's business. It's between my wife and I." "Claiming her after what you did?" My uncle, Marcello, chimed in. His Hazel eyes held it's own when I met his gaze. "She's not supposed to be married to you."

I asked, but he didn't reply. “Mr. Rufus has promised to take care of you and..” he was saying, but I cut him off. “Take care of me? I am not sick, uncle! And can you please ask him to stop staring at me!” I flared. His presence creeps me off, and not after what I heard about his human trafficking ring. I wouldn't want to get involved with such a dangerous man, I couldn't place my hands on why my uncle was keen on getting me married to him.

“it’s not a bad thing, you know. Still having feelings for your ex-mate.” I bristled with annoyance. “I don’t have feelings for him and I don’t care about him moving on too.” He studied me for a moment. “You really don’t care that he’s marrying your sister? C’mon, you dated for a while, I’m sure there’s a tiny part of your heart that must miss him.” “No,” I said firmly, meeting his gaze. “I don’t.” My words didn’t seem to agree with his perception. He leaned back, his expression shifting into something more thoughtful. “I guess my uncle has been rubbing off on you after all.”

If I wasn’t already out of control, I’d probably do the wise thing and back away from him right about now, but I was completely lost in my own turmoil of emotions. “You will agree to this because I told him you would. You have no other choice. I’m responsible for you and your mother now and I will do whatever I see is right. You have no fucking say in this. You’re getting married tomorrow and I suggest you don’t argue with me any further because you will not like the extreme length I will go to, to make this happen” I take a step closer to him and speak in a deadly low voice “Over my dead body… uncle”

Mitchelle smiled at him with genuine warmth that I had never seen her direct at me during our entire marriage. "Sure baby," she replied as she took his arm. They turned and walked away together while I stood there frozen and unable to form a coherent thought. My uncle had married my ex wife. Dorian Roth had married Mitchelle. The woman I had spent three years controlling and dismissing was now married to a man who was the biggest threat to my existence. Vincent appeared at my elbow and gripped my shoulder hard. "Jason, breathe," he ordered quietly. "You need to breathe right now."

“Anna. The one I dated before. I messed up but—” “Joshua,” his mother cut in sharply, her tone deadly calm, “that woman is engaged to your uncle. The Sinclair heir. The man keeping this family afloat!” Josh blinked like he had been slapped. “What?” he breathed. “She is Alaric Sinclair’s fiancée. Do you know what that means for us?” “She’s... she's married into our family?” Josh croaked, face going pale. “Engaged. And she’s the reason your uncle hasn’t pulled our funding yet,” his dad growled. “If you’ve just embarrassed her in front of the press—”

Amelia stared at the document in front of her. Marriage Agreement. The words seemed to burn into her eyes. A few hours ago, she had been preparing to marry Ryan. Now she was sitting across from Ethan Blackwood, considering a contract marriage with his billionaire uncle. Life had officially lost its mind. “There is no way I’m signing this.” Ethan leaned back in his chair. “I expected that answer.” “Then why ask?” “Because you’re smart enough to think before making decisions.”