Novel & Cerita Spoiled Rotten By My Uncles Chapter 1

In that moment, everything crashed into me at once. The anger. The hurt. The resentment. The crushing feeling that life kept taking and taking from me without ever giving anything back. Why did life have to be so unfair to me? Why did Papa have to die? I wiped at my wet cheeks, breathing unevenly, and that's when I noticed them. Three men were walking toward me from across the street. The orange glow of cigarette tips flickered in the dark as smoke curled around them. Their loud laughter echoed faintly through the empty street, and something about the way they looked at me made my stomach drop.

One wrong moan and everything would explode. I lay in bed in nothing but a tiny tank top and panties, my body already aching for him again. The corruption was spreading fast. Just two days with my uncle and I was ruined—craving his massive cock like a drug. My ex’s words were a distant joke now. I wasn’t dry. I was a dripping, cock-hungry niece who needed Daddy to fill every hole.

she barely whispered. Leaning back in his chair the smile vanished from her uncle’s face. “You are a whore just like your mother. You always want the bigger catch,” he snarled. “Well I hope you enjoy Lord Rotterford. You will be leaving with him first thing in the morning,” his demeanor quickly changing to a sneer. He quickly stood up and reached over and grabbed her arms in a bruising grip. Just to make sure that you do not try another stunt like today, I will personally be locking you in your room.”

Why did I pay her a fortune just to end up with this kind of disaster? “Uncle, I was just—” “You tricked me, little girl! Yes, you did. You tricked me,” Uncle Vincent snapped, cutting me off, leaving no room to explain or defend myself. He was right. I deceived him. What could I even say to justify what I’d done? “My body’s full of sin, but it doesn’t crave dirty trash!” Uncle Vincent was livid. I’d made him this way, so I had no right to complain. But who wouldn’t be terrified seeing the person they’d enraged standing there, ready to pounce and devour them whole?

“I wanted to teach them a lesson when we went for the wine in Harry’s village. It was a long time ago, I wasn’t--.” My nephew has and always been a nuisance. “You are going to stay here for a little while you get your shit right. Then I’m going to ship you right back to your father. He can deal with you.” “Uncle, no. Please. I’ll do better. I’ll do-.” I’m already advancing further into the tunnels, the lighted lamps by the walls lighting this dark place. The room they are in is up ahead and once I open it, sweat, blood, mold, the unbearable smell hits my nostrils all at once.

I kept crying and fighting to reach him again, but they tore me away brutally. My entire life had been destroyed in just a few hours. They took me back to the mansion, but by then, I was already in bad shape. They threw me onto the floor before him and placed my little niece beside me. “Look at him,” my uncle muttered, frowning and looking like a complete madman as he observed me. “Your Highness, he was bitten by the wild ones,” one of the warriors informed him. The moment those words left his mouth, my uncle burst into loud laughter, his wicked mate giggling beside him.

I desperately hoped for my idea to work. The sudden opening of the bedroom door made my uncle stop what he was doing and snap his head toward the door. There stood Caspian with a scowl on his face. My uncle tensed up and quickly got to fixing himself. I soon felt myself being able to move. "What the fuck are you doing here?!" Caspian raised his voice as anger seeped through his tone. "I just..." my uncle was unable to form sentences. On the other hand, I was still in bed unable to move from the panic coursing through my veins. Despite the spell being over, my body refused to function completely. Caspain strode toward my uncle and punched him on the jaw.

I hissed, unable to keep my cool. His jawline hardened, and I slipped, and he pounced at me, clutching my arms firmly. “Why is that? Because Uncle has you being his slut while he pays you off?” He insults. “Whatever it is, it’s none of your business,” I retort. His eyes widen at my confidence, “You’re filled with filth! I told you, Rachel, Uncle will never take you as his wife; whatever spell he had you under, you will soon come to realize that you are a pawn in his game.

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.

Clara moaned softly after Arthur's finger brushed past her scalp, making her tensed body relaxed. “ You know so much about them, uncle, do you think it will work?” She asked as Arthur's hand stopped moving, making her open her eyes, “ what's wrong?” She asked, seeing his face all stoic. “ The next time you call me uncle again, I'll fuck you till you forget how to speak,” he threatened making her burst out laughing for his childishness