Spoiled Rotten By My Uncles Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

“I was the daughter of a maid in the Alpha’s house. I was supposed to be Luna. But that stupid orphan got adopted by the Blackwood beta and stole everything that should have been mine. Every bit of happiness she gets belongs to me.” “You’re fucking crazy,” I growl, tightening my grip. “When we get back, I’m making sure you rot in prison for the rest of your miserable life.” She just cackles, her eyes wild and crazed. “I might rot in jail… but at least Ivy will rot six feet underground.” A bad feeling crawls down my spine at those words. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Her bed was enormous, the sheets silky against her skin, the scent of fresh roses drifting from a vase placed by her bedside. It had been days since the estate reveal, and still she couldn’t shake the surreal wonder of it all. Every morning began with luxury and ended with laughter. Her brothers spared no effort in reminding her—through gifts, affection, and endless spoiling—that she belonged to them now, and she would never be invisible again. That morning, Dante was the first to appear, barging into her room with his usual dramatic flair. “Up, up, up!” he sang, tossing a box onto her bed. “Today’s spoiling begins with breakfast and surprises.”

"Then I'll be troubling you Second Uncle" I look at the people who have been constantly hurting Zelina since she was a little girl. “I almost feel bad for you. You know you are going to wish I were the one punishing you…” I smile My uncle rolls his eyes and shoo’s me off. "Go on before I change my mind" I walk out... I hear Scarlet and Mr. Gold screaming that they do not want to be eaten by dogs... I almost burst out laughing they misunderstood what my uncle meant he calls his subordinates dog...

I said, feeling weakness start to take over. “WHERE IS SHE?!?” I heard a roar from across the room. I saw the man who had tried to mark me stand and start to move towards me. “Let me go, please!” I begged my uncle, but he simply smirked, “Not a chance,” he replied, as he called out “Over here.”. I spit at my uncle, but he only smiled, “That kind of attitude will get you into trouble, little niece,” he replied.

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 rescued you, brought you to his big-ass gothic mansion, and then what? Threw money at you and told you to get lost like some random stranger?” I groaned and buried my face in the pillow I was clutching. “That’s exactly what happened.” “Damn,” Nia breathed out, a low whistle following. “That family… You sure they don’t all have some inherited personality disorder? Like being Grade A pricks runs in their DNA?” I peeked over the pillow, feeling the heat rise. “I’m not even surprised anymore. At least his uncle was upfront about being a dickhead. Evan… Evan played me. For almost a year. Pretending to be sweet, devoted, while he was just using me.”

I wobble to my knees, trying to stand. I fell. Hard. They laughed harder. I tried again. And fell again. So I gave up trying to stand and crawled pathetically toward the door, tears streaming down my cheeks. Then my uncle's voice came again. Very loud and clear. “You’ve messed up the entire floor with your filthy blood. Come back here and clean it up.” I nod weakly, still not lifting my head. But then I hear him say something so horrific. “Take off all your clothes… and clean my floors."

My heart dropped. I tried to lift her, even just to cradle her against me, but her weight felt too much. And then I looked up. There he was. My uncle. Just standing there. Watching. He had that disgusting smirk on his face, like he was proud of what he’d done. Like he was admiring a masterpiece. My stomach turned. My blood boiled. My tears streamed down uncontrollably, and I shook my head in disbelief, in disgust. “Y-You’re evil.”

“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.

They kept coming, hot and relentless, carving tracks down my cheeks like rivers of shame. I was so tired. So impossibly, bone-deep tired.In my first life, I'd spent my final months alone and terrified, watching everyone I loved turn against me one by one. I'd died believing that no one would ever believe me, that my death would be just another tragedy to be swept under the rug, another inconvenient truth buried beneath the pack's carefully constructed lies. And then I'd woken up here. Back at the beginning. Back when I still had a chance to change things.