Novel & Cerita My Beloved Uncle

Grace thought she had finally found a family when the wealthy Wells family adopted her. To win their love, she became everything they wanted—obedient, perfect, and the ideal substitute for their lost daughter. The only person she truly believed cared for her was her boyfriend, Lucas Marino. But her world shattered the day the real daughter returned. Overnight, Grace was cast aside, treated as nothing but a shadow of someone else. Lucas, the man she trusted most, revealed his true heart—he had only ever seen her as a stand-in. Heartbroken and betrayed, grace got drunk and an got in an accident. The accident brought her face-to-face with Ethan Marino—Lucas’s uncle and the powerful head of

" What if I tell my uncle that we are both dating? " She scoffed and bitter anger surged through her and she rolled her eyes ."Is that the best you can come up with?" And how about I tell your uncle that you have been embezzling funds from his company." she threatened back and watched his eyes narrowed into a slit in fear. He stepped back a little and she smiled ." How about you start calling me Auntie now?" He was already turning red about to say something when Rafael came . "I can see you both are getting to know each other?"

she suddenly interupt her uncle, she didn't know why she dislike the word weakling when her dad was on spot. "I can't help it your dad is so weak that even rats can kill him on the spot damn I can't believe, well your father is handsome and rich at that time but rich and face in our world is not even qualified" her uncle sigh again she even smile on what she heard she knows that her father is rich and handsome she can see that because her face was resimble to her dad when he was young. "Well your face is kinda like your father will your boyish and I well tell you I'm a lesbian My niece haha" her uncle said it and she was stunned, she didn't even imagine her uncle to be a lesbian her uncle is

So many questions flooded my mind. "I do not know whatever game you are playing with me. Your father mustn't have told you much about me, but I'm no gamer." He complained with a boiled-up face. "Come on, Uncle. You are speaking in parables; just spill the tea and let me know what you are talking about." "What did you do to Eleanor?" "Oh, that was a mistake. I mean a little misunderstanding between her and Beatrice.... " I faked a smile. Anderson wasn't having it. He grinned slowly, but then it all vanished, and then he stared at me like he was looking for some truth.

“Stop playing Charvie, I know Cruz is not around right now because he is s….” “What do you have to say or should I hang up?” She asked, her voice lacking any warmth. “I…I am sorry for what happened last time, but I just wanted to protect you from my uncle; you don't know him, Evie; he is beyond what we see on the surface, Evie I love you, I was just being crazy, and all, and I know you still love me..” Charvie burst into a long session of laughter, hearing him call her the nickname he had given her alongside his sweet words.

“Who are you to lecture me, sir? You heard me. I told you that I’m sorry.” “Who am I?” He repeated and smirked at me. Yes, who the fuck are you? I saw him in the villa. Needless to say, he and David knew each other. Or maybe… he and that woman? I don’t know. “I’m Gavin Palma–David’s uncle.” My jaw left on the floor.

A life without the destruction an addicted parent could bring. It was a profound message of love and faith in my future, a gift that my uncle had left behind to ensure my well-being and happiness. The weight of my mother’s abandonment had been a heavy burden, but my uncle had tried to provide me with the love and support I had needed all along. At that moment, I felt a deep sense of closure and a newfound appreciation for the man who had raised me. I knew I would carry the weight of my mother’s absence and my uncle’s decisions with me for a long time, but I also understood now that it was love that had guided those choices. And in the end, my mother had always known where I had been. She mus

--- My cousin, Isadora, approaches me with open arms. "My niece."--- My Uncle Henry approached, wrapping me in a tight hug, kissing my hair.--- "Uncle just fried shrimp for you, little one." "My favorite."--- I celebrated watching him agree with his head. "You are the best."--- I hugged him, watching his smug smile.--- "Just don't let Uncle Ronaldo know that." "Too late."--- He denied with his head.---" Oh Ronaldo, I am the best." He celebrated by picking on my other uncle, moving closer to him. I nodded, approaching the wood stove, stealing a shrimp from the pan, feeling my uncle slap my hand at that moment.

“I actually never knew you were this romantic.” Uncle said to Aunty. “What are you talking about?” She smiled at him. “It’s beautiful, I love it very much. Thank you darling.” he kissed her cheeks. “What do you love?” Aunty was confused. “The letter now.” Uncle smiled. “What letter?” She was even more confused than before. “I didn’t leave any letter...” Aunty trailed off. “But...I found it in... the upstairs drawer.” Uncle smiled slowly dropped as he held up the letter for Aunty to see he wasn’t lying about it.

maybe it was the way the light reflected in his eyes, but I could swear I saw his eyes flash amber. “Why?” I squared my shoulders. “Who are you to make that decision for me?” I was both upset and turned on by the fact that he thought he could control me that way. He smiled and cocked his head to the side. “I’m your uncle, remember?” My body tingled, and I knew it was more than that. Way more than that.