Novel & Cerita Spoiled By Eight Uncles

I hadn't expected my uncles to support my plan immediately, but unity is strength, and they were seasoned businessmen. Uncle Leonardo, now the head of the family, had faced many temptations yet managed to remain uncorrupted—a fact I deeply admired. Uncle Lucius, on the other hand, was a master of networking and negotiation. I might tease him about his far-fetched stories and questionable decisions, but one thing was certain: when he entered a deal, he rarely lost. Except, of course, in his battle against Marianne's fertility—three kids later, it was clear he had waved the white flag there.

When I was done, I decided to look around for a while before the guy returned with my change of clothes and the moment I stepped into the living room while still admiring how expensive it looked, the door opened and my bundle of nightmare entered. “Your uncle is really rich, I'm so lucky I chose you,” Violet said as she clung unto Caleb. “Right, I'm going to introduce you to him since he's pretty much our family head and after his approval we can get married and live as a happy family,” he said as they both turned and saw me where I was rooted in my steps. “Happy family? Isn't that too greedy and farfetched for people like you?” I muttered before my brain could even boot and I noticed their

"They're your uncles, right? Why do they do this to you?" "Because they're greedy, despicable assholes," he chuckled bitterly. "They feel entitled because I ended up being adopted into a wealthy family after my father's death. But you know the irony? In reality, they couldn't care less about my dad. They'd have sold him off if it meant a quick buck. They're cheap and greedy. That's all they are—they aren't my uncles. I refuse to consider them family because they don't deserve that title," his voice lowered with a mix of anger and sorrow.

"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'."

“If you need a drinking buddy, you should head to a bar. I’m done. Just tell me if you’re going to let me appeal without contesting or not.” “I don’t need a drinking buddy. I just believe alcohol has a way of making people tell the fucking truth,” he replies in a cold, almost breathless tone, staring icily into my eyes and that sends a quick shiver down my spine. What truth? What is he talking about? “I don’t get what you mean. What truth is that, that my dad didn’t do it?” “Don’t play dumb little kitten,” he says in the same icy low tone, maintaining the cold stare into my eyes. “The truth……the one where you used an uncle to get back at his nephew by fucking sleeping with him.”

Nonetheless, I knew we were not meant to be, so I wrote my feelings for him in the diary. If Benjamin had not read the diary, I would have lived on as the obedient niece… but that was not the case. He read my diary and tore it into pieces. He thought I was disgusting to develop a romantic feeling for him. "What is wrong with you? I'm your uncle! Yes, we're not related by blood, but I'll forever be your uncle. And that's all!"

If you think that I am going to let you out on your own , then you must be joking . In all you do , don’t try to get on my bad side , act like a sweet girl and do as I say , because if uncle gets mad at you , last night is more like a taste of the iceberg, I might rip off every last piece of skin and you don’t want that . So be good . I stood there in shock trying to grasp what had just happened . As I stood in that spot , I watched my uncle get into the next car and leave , this time I couldn’t stop the tears that ran out of my eyes , I felt like a fucking slut .

he threatened. "Come on, uncle, you'll lose a beautiful niece," she said to him. "Of course, you're my only niece, so you have no rival! but if you have cousins ,you'd be the ugliest," he retorted. "Demi, can I drop uncle? Just once, I promise, his mouth is getting too rude," she joked. "Go on, kick him," Demi agreed. "Are you really going to drop me, Demi, just because you're siding with my spoiled niece?" Sandro exclaimed.

I hesitated before asking, "Are Uncle Paul and Aunt Karen asking you to help your brother pay off his debts again?" "No, I haven't been in touch with them for a while. They don't know I'm in Johnsonville yet, but I'm not sure how long I can keep it that way," Penelope said, her head bowed, her words tinged with sadness. "They won't find you this time." Uncle Paul, Grandma's youngest child, was spoiled by her and grew up to be arrogant and selfish. He had little interest in studying and spent his days associating with dubious characters. Even after starting a family, he couldn't shake his lazy habits.

said the uncle with a cynical laugh despite the pain in his hand. "I don't want to have an uncle like you! A sanctimonious man with the heart of an animal!" Damian spat in disgust, remembering how much he loved his uncle. Just as much as he loved his Aunt Tracy. "Hahaha...This uncle you call an animal, after all, took care of you! I raised you! And I'm tired! Tired of waiting for your father's entire fortune to come to me! Because I know Tracy will never do it! She loves her brother and her stupid nephew too much! And I'm sick of it! Sick of being bullied by your father who always looked down on me! Just because I came from a mediocre family! He always looked down on me! Tracy will forever n