Spoiled By 8 Uncles Novels & Stories

" The maid introduced me as Rafael Fernandez's nephew and wait ,I just hope I'm dreaming ,are you my uncle's bride to be?" His last word immediately gave her courage and she held her head high. "I presume you are not deaf too. " He threw his head and laughed. "You gold-digging slut, it hasn't been up for 3 days and you are already crawling around my uncle, is that how desperate you are?" "I will not stand here and watch you speak to me in such rude manners. "She thundered ."I demand every bit of respect from you. " "Really,"He smirked."Little Miss Smart ,she's trying to be boss. "He folded his arms across his chest and approached her slowly." What if I tell my uncle that we are both dating?

Without a word of warning, he marched straight across the floor, came to a violent halt right in front of my desk, and slammed his fist down so hard on the wood that my coffee mug rattled. "Are you completely out of your mind, Zara?!" Rider hissed, his voice trembling with rage. "You think you can just dump me and hook up with my own uncle? How shameless can you possibly be?! How on earth could you sleep around with two men who are blood-related?!" I didn't feel intimidated by his rage, simply staring at him with cold detachment.

"Uncle Matt, yes, I will marry you." I lay on the hospital bed, phone pressed to my ear, my other hand limp at my side as my vacant eyes lingered on the bloodstained bandages around my wrist. How many times had I tried to end my life? I could no longer remember. All I knew was that whenever the waves of despair came crashing down, I felt no desire to keep on living. On the other end of the line, Matt Harlem corrected me, "Audrey, I am John's uncle, not yours. You should call me 'Matt.' Or, 'honey'."

A few quiet moments passed before she answered. “My mom… and Uncle Pedring. Well, before. Now it’s just me.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Your uncle? Where is he now?” So many questions… “He… he went back to the province to be with his wife and kids. He only stayed here before because Mom needed someone with her 24/7 when she got sick. I couldn’t do it myself—I had to work and study at the same time. And Mom didn’t want me quitting school either. She said it would’ve been a waste, especially since Carl helped me with my scholarship… which I now know actually came from you.”

His uncle had a knack for humiliating him, he would be an idiot to ignore his uncle’s provocation. If he actually thought of it, he was gaining both ways-he was ruining his uncle reputation and earning money at the same time.

He said. Yulia scoffed. “And if you do not mind me asking, what do you want from me?” Yulia asked. “Everything.” I heard the promise of pain and torture in voice. “Ever since your uncle did what he did to me, I have been the laughing stock of my clan. I have become nothing but a joke to everyone. But you are going to change that by the time I am done with you.” He hung up.

"Terrible tragedy." I swallowed, the lump in my throat making it difficult to speak. "Thank you," I managed, my voice barely above a whisper. He chuckled, a dry, humorless sound. "Such a shame," he continued, his smile widening. "Leaving the pack in the hands of a… child." My temper flared, hot and fierce. "I may be younger than you, Uncle, but I am not a child." He stopped in front of me, towering over like a predator sizing up its prey. "Are you not?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. "A spoiled princess, playing dress-up in her father's big shoes? How long do you think this charade will last, Tia?"

Mom is straight forward. "Will do," my uncle said and then drink his tea. My female cousins ​​were silent on one side while the two boys were talking on their cellphones. Their tone are a little angry. The old lady stroked my hair and mom squeezed my hand. I was surprised when uncle Julio dropped the tea cup and cursed, "That stupid adopted, idiot!" he said, "I will kill him!" My mouth almost drop out of shocked. This family is a bit confusing. That man in a cloak is related to me all this time?!

Martha barked, her eyes instantly locking onto Kimberly with disdain and disgust. Kimberly’s heart skipped a beat, while Finnick simply ran a hand through his dark hair in bone-deep annoyance. Lucy quickly grabbed her mother’s arm, pointing a trembling finger at Kimberly. “I don’t know what kind of black magic she used on Uncle, Mom! It’s like she completely bewitched him! Uncle not only allowed her into his private quarters, but he’s actively backing her up! Vivian was forced to get an abortion, and my brother was forced to kneel in the courtyard for a whole twenty-four hours! He’s suffering from a severe fever now, he’s practically half-dead!”

Papa questioned, his eyebrow raised in emphasis, "What. Did. You. Do?" "I know all about your dirty little dealings, all of it! All of you! Including you!" Papa continued, pointing angrily at Uncle Davis, that has been particularly quiet after Papa dropped the bomb that all his minions were in my custody. He opened his mouth to speak but Papa cut him off, "Don't! Don't say anything at all. You're all the same, shameless and wicked. You will treat your own niece like you would do a stranger and still yet you can't even measure up with her. Barely two months in this city and she has all your lives in her palm, does that not make you think? Don't you realize how foolish you all are? I'm embarra