Sex With My Uncle's Wife の小説・ストーリー

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..."

“By doing what I should’ve done long ago—remind her of where she belongs. Liam might think he’s got everything figured out, but he doesn’t know her the way I do.” Sandra smirked, her tone mocking. “Just don’t let jealousy cloud your judgment, darling. Wouldn’t want your uncle—or should I say, your dear nephew—to see you sweat.” Marina shot Sandra a cold look but said nothing. Adams ignored both of them, his gaze distant, already plotting. “I’ll make sure Chelsea and Liam’s relationship doesn’t work out,” he said finally, his voice low and dangerous. “If she wants to play with fire, she’s about to get burned.”

I said unintentionally; I guess my heart responded. “You do?” He was surprised; I had to cup his face. “Yes, my heart skipped a beat for you too,” I said, my hands now brushing his lips. What was I doing? I was about to fix my relationship with Clinton; why was I suddenly feeling this way for Jade? “No, I can’t,” he pulled away in a moment when our lips almost met. “What’s wrong?" “You’re my uncle's wife now; I can’t do this; I can’t sleep with my uncle's wife; you’re his—”

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."

I only care about the emotional damage this would inflict on his nephew. “I don’t care. I’m a virgin.” I blurted, nonchalantly. Probably saying my flaw would make him feel any better. But I only saw a look of shock on his face when he heard me. “No, that’s–” He stepped back with his words instantly falling beneath when I grabbed his necktie to capture his lips. Slap? Ill words? Wishing him bad luck? Fuck! Those are not enough to inflict the same pain on David like he did to me. If sleeping with his uncle wouldn’t work, then I’ll be the one to decide that.

Charvie was quick to place a hand on Jessamine's lips. "Stop being noisy, I said mine calmly." "Bryan's uncle, Is he old? Like old... white-haired old." Jessamine lowered her voice, trying not to yell. 'Old...nah, she was sure Cruz was older than her, because being her ex's uncle says it all, but not the kind of old Jessa had in mind...Jessa loved hot guys and she could die for one, if she saw Cruz, she wondered what would be her reaction.' "I had no choice, he was better than a cheat." Charvie shrugged keeping Jessamine in a suspense Jessa didn't like.

“Wow!.....I thought it was a dream when I saw you at dinner…Now you're kissing my uncle who has a 25 year gap….You want to have revenge so bad…Don't you?” I crossed my arms. “Say what you came to say and leave.” “So it’s true,” he said. “You married him.” “I didn’t invite you here…..Why in fact are you here?” He ignored that. “My uncle…..Of all people.” I felt something sharp twist in my chest. “You really think I planned this around you?” I snapped. “You tell me,” he shot back. “You disappear. Then suddenly you’re married to one of the most powerful men in the world…..who is my uncle.”

Just as the thought settled in my heart, John, who had somehow broken free again, rushed toward me and dropped to his knees. He clutched my arm, voice trembling with desperation. "Audrey, tell me… You married my uncle just to make me jealous, didn't you? I admit it, I'm jealous. I'm going mad with it. I can't lose you. Don't marry him, please?" His words sent ripples of shock through the crowd. John's father stormed forward, yanking him by the arm. "You worthless brat! What the hell are you doing? Get up! Stop disgracing us here!"

"The doctor said Lucia is experiencing confabulation—her memories have been distorted, and her mind has created false ones. That’s why she believes Uncle Noah is her husband." "Does it hurt you that your uncle is who your selfless wife thinks she married?" Amanda wrapped her arms around my waist. She was my first love, my girlfriend for four years, and our relationship was kept hidden from my parents. We had to conceal it to protect my claim to my father and Uncle Noah’s company. To stay close, I made her my secretary—this way, we could still spend time together, even in secret.

Camille added, loud enough for people to hear. Murmurs suddenly filled the hall. I knew what she was doing, she was trying to further humiliate me. "If you hadn't already married my uncle, I would have considered making you my concubine at least. . ." He paused as he allowed his words to sink. "How unlucky you are." That was another slap to my face. He disrespected my status as his uncle's wife and openly commented on making me his concubine. I suddenly hated that Adrian had to be the one to inherit the throne. He was nowhere near fit to rule.