Novel & Cerita Spoiled By Eight Uncles

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.”

Just the picture might have been fine, but there was a large caption in bold letters below it. “THEY ARE UNCLE AND NIECE. SHINGI FUSAYA SHOULD RECONSIDER BEFORE HIRING IMMORAL EMPLOYEES.”

"As if! You’ve always been a selfish, wayward little brat. You come into our home, consume our resources, and then try to destroy our daughter’s happiness because you can’t stand not being the center of attention. You’re nothing but a cheap, manipulative slut." “A sl— how fucking dare you?!” My vision swam with absolute rage. "I have done nothing but protect her! I have done nothing but try to make you proud!" “Who have you made proud? Us?” my uncle mocked, a cruel, ugly chuckle escaping his lips. “How come you never mentioned us at all your awards then? With your tragic little backstory...Your father was a failure who couldn't even keep a car on the road, and you're turning out exactly like

But then, a cold, calculated idea struck me. Darius was Rider’s uncle, the man he feared so much, the man he looked up to, and he was also famously single. If I could get Darius to look at me, if I could make him want me, that would be the ultimate form of revenge. I’d be untouchable. I’d be the one holding all the cards.

She leaned closer, lowering her voice so only Lila and I could hear, her words dripping with a cold, calculated cruelty. "Let’s be honest about why our terrifying uncle took you in. Rowan is a monster, Veda. He’s the Butcher. No high-born omega in the West District would ever willingly tie her soul to a man with that much blood on his hands. He’s cold, he’s sadistic, and the Council only tolerates him because he does the dirty work Julian is too noble to touch. He didn't choose you because you're special. He chose you because you were the only piece of garbage desperate enough to take his name without screaming."

“To me, you are nothing. Joyce is my chosen mate. You are just my other option when I feel like it.” My nails bit into my palms. So this was my punishment. To smile while I bled. “You should be grateful. A million omegas would kill for this position. And if you tell anyone what you saw tonight, I will destroy your family. One call to my uncle and they are gone. You know I can do it.” I did. His uncle was the Alpha King who had taken him in after his parents died. From everything I had heard, he was ruthless and showed no mercy to those who crossed his family.

At 10, he was like a damn angel in white cloaks always protecting me against harsh weather and bullies. Normal life they said. That all faded one night when our heartless relatives sold us for a fucking debt. My uncle was a fuckin drug addict who’d shit his damn pants without a shot of crack, and my aunt was a bitch who lived off sucking rich guys' dicks at whore houses. And when all their sins caught up with them, they sold us like a damn prized cow with red ribbons. Fun fact, they didn’t even show remorse about it.

Aunt Talia would never have done half the shit that Carmen has done to me. My uncle's house hides many secrets, past and present, and now, I'm part of those secrets. If I want to keep my inheritance, I must play my role; it's what Carmen reminds me of daily. My uncle never lifted his hand to help me, only to help her because he'd get off on how his wife treated me, and others for that matter. He always liked to see how I would react to her treatment, and I consistently let him down. I was never good enough, but that happens when your uncle is in the Mafia, I guess.

If I want something, like to know what a present is, all I have to do is just ask Arson. “Okay, I’ll tell Ali. Ryder can’t say no to his wife. She’ll make sure I’m there.” I smile at him. I can always count on my aunt to persuade my uncle. If she can’t, my Uncle Tee will. I’ve heard him tell Uncle Jax no and once my aunt, but I have never heard him tell Uncle Tee no. Tee and Ali are the ones who are the most spoiled in their poly group. Dominic always caves to Ali and the entire group caves to Uncle Tee.

completely. The atmosphere felt cold, the ache in my head intense, and the stab wound on my arm from the last raid seemed to have ripped open again. I dropped my hands down, eyes on the dancing lights. *Myles, can you see me? Myles, I can’t suffer anymore. Myles... please.* “For seven years, I raised a fool,” my uncle continued, his voice dripping with disdain. “Look at you. You’re drunk, you’re reckless, and for what? For a boy who doesn’t even want you?”