Romans & histoires Skipped At The Altar, Taken By His Uncle

he asked, leaning close. I gave him a mischievous smile as I leaned closer until our lips were almost touching. “I called you Michael, your birth name,” “I'm a decade older than you,” “You don't look like it, and I don't care,” I said in a sultry voice. “I'm your husband's uncle,” he said, taking off his trousers completely. “Oh!” I gasped playfully. “If that's the case, then,your nephew's wife shouldn't be completely naked in front of you. It's forbidden,”

But could he? His mind drifted back to the past once more. After his mother’s death, he had been taken in by his uncle, a man who had no love for him. His uncle had seen him as nothing more than a tool, a means to an end. Dante had been forced to grow up fast, learning the harsh realities of life under his uncle's brutal tutelage. He had vowed never to be weak again, to never let anyone have power over him.

It's in joy that I received your letter and it's with a heavy heart that I am writing this response to you. Your mother has fallen terribly sick - and has been for over a year now. But that's not all. She had named a new heir - Gabrielle. Your cousin and he is to succeed her if anything happens. The realms will forever be your home and we are looking forward to welcoming you whenever you decide to come back home. Your uncle, Dan. Uncle Dan. Something was definitely wrong. Yes, the alarms in my head were going off for several reasons and it wasn't funny.

“I’d suggest you lower your voice, Jake. This isn’t the place for an outburst.” Jake turned his glare on Ben. “You think you can just buy her? Own her?” His voice dripped with disgust. “That’s what this is, isn’t it? A game to you.” Ben chuckled darkly, taking another sip of his whiskey. “Everything is a game, Jake. The difference is, I don’t play to lose.” “How can you snatched your nephew’s fiancée,you disgust me and I’m ashamed to call you uncle “Jake said bitterly.

It was a tall man, radiating an overwhelming Alpha presence that commanded attention. He had deep-set eyes, a high straight nose, and striking features. There was something familiar about him. A flicker of recognition stirred within me. It was Eric—Kellen’s uncle and the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack. Eric stared at me, his voice tinged with a hint of disappointment—though it remained gentle. “I came to check on you. To see if you were feeling any better.” His face unlocked something within me. Buried memories broke through—the scattered fragments from that day in the forest started to coalesce.

He must take me as his own child. Neverthless, a little boy came to our family one day after I gradually walked out from the death of my parents. Casstile the Elder said he was my brother, the son of uncle Marcus. Even uncle Marcus didn’t know the existence of him. It was the Elder who had found him and took him to our family. Then, it was also the day before uncle Marcus began to treat me badly. I usually told myself that uncle Marcus was trying to train me well to be an outstanding huntress, so I always did what he told me to do in order to be what he wanted me to be, including those severe and tough battle between me and those beast of preys.

BETA ARLO. “By the way, if you want his penis, let me know. In the meantime, I had it hanging in the throne room of Kalmerus. He can have it back once I welcome him to hell…” Those were Uncle’s last words before he disappeared. Alpha Grant’s face turned red upon hearing his words—out of anger or embarrassment. “I can’t believe you did nothing but stand there and watch as he butchered my son with his words after he destroyed his body!”

Her loyalty is unmatched. "Tala, I don't want him dead yet," I answered, and we both chuckled. My uncle had collaborated closely with the shaman, ultimately leading to my mother's death. While I didn't know all the details, I was certain of his involvement. My uncle attempted to manipulate me using the shaman, but he met his end at my hands. I assumed the Alpha title, banishing the shaman with a promise to end him the next time our paths crossed. Tala rose, retrieving a bottle of wine from the shelf. Pouring two glasses, we sipped in companionable silence before she broached the topic.

I hated it so fucking much. We reached the main door hall, and memories from that day came seeping in. I could still remember the flowers and the decorations around the door, I could remember uncle's comforting words, and his smile. I could still remember the feeling of excitement, knowing that I was getting married to the man I loved but this time, all I felt was pain. Pain so deep it intoxicated me. The door rolled open and I prepared to march down the aisle when I saw it. Uncle. He was held by Alex's men, a gun to his head as he stood beside Alex at the altar.

"But you are twenty. Under the terms of the trust—and given the liquidation of the main properties—you cannot access your remaining personal funds or the scholarship endowment unless you are under the supervision of a designated guardian until you turn twenty-five." I stiffened. "A guardian? I’m an adult, Arthur." "Technically, yes. But your father didn't trust you to handle the vultures currently circling the Thorne legacy. He appointed someone to oversee your living arrangements and your finances. If you refuse, the remaining assets will be frozen to pay off the primary creditors immediately." I hugged my arms across my chest. "Who is it? My Aunt Margaret?" Henderson shook his head, a stra