The Surrogate Bride Of My Ex S Uncle Novels & Stories

I rolled my eyes at him, and a chuckle reminded us that we were not alone anymore. Uncle Max looked up to his friend, smiled, and clapped his shoulder. “Big man, I see you've met my not so little niece.” He was rewarded with another chuckle- one that sends shivers down my body- from the groom. “Happy, meet the man of the Day. Today's groom, Mason Smith”. He said, while gesturing to the groom. “Bro, this is my niece, Happiness.”

a familiar voice said and I whipped around to see my husband-to-be striding towards us. My eyes widened. What was he doing here? I heard footsteps behind me and turned to see Grandma walking towards us. “Oh Shirley dear, you're here.” Grandma Yvonne sent me a polite smile then turned to Jackson. She froze before the biggest smile took over her face. “Jackson? Is that you?” “Hello mother,” he whispered with a smile of his own. “Now can someone explain why my fiancé is being harassed like this?” Mother? Nephew?

She should have had a better wedding, a better husband, and a better life. I gently slid my arms under her, she stirred briefly, and I lifted her with more ease than expected. She was light. It was too light. She fit into my arms as if she belonged there. I carried her to the bed and carefully laid her down. Her hand twitched and brushed against mine, and I pulled back as if burned. I really need to say that my uncle tried to find someone so beautiful to attract and distract me. No matter what I can't fall in love with the spy my uncle sent over as a bride.

He pulled a document from inside his jacket and placed it on the table before the elders. “This is the contract they signed.” One of the elders picked up the paper and examined it carefully. Another elder leaned closer to read the words. The room waited. After a moment, the elder looked up again. “This document is a written agreement between two adults.” “Yes,” Leonard said quickly. “But it proves their marriage was only a plan.” Draven finally spoke. “May I respond?” The elder nodded. “You may.” Draven stepped forward calmly. “That document is exactly what it appears to be,” he said.

Donald whispered. Uncle? Anne's heart stopped. Hades looked at Donald with cold eyes. "You're causing a scene. Leave my fiancée alone.”

He had an impatient look in his eyes, already clad in his royal robes. "My sweet Alpha," Rowena began in a sugary tone. "I was just disciplining the little rat. She forgot her place once more and dared to question me." I stood up immediately and faced him while protecting the pearls in my bathrobe. "Why is Camille wearing my wedding dress, Father? I am supposed to get married to Adrian." My voice came out shaky with anger but I tried so hard to steady it. "Not anymore. You will be marrying Adrian's uncle instead. Prince Rafael Skull."

“I'm sorry...” “This is all a huge misunderstanding, Alpha Darryn,” my uncle suddenly interjected, stepping forward. He reached forward to pull me out of Alpha Darryn's hold, but he shot him a deadly glare. “Hera is to be your bride. Our families have agreed upon it.”

Not when it had been nothing but a gilded shackle. "So very pretty," a voice rose above the murmurs. A single step forward was taken, delicate yet deliberate, as the new bride approached her. "My name is Lady Ravena," she said with a smile that held no warmth. "I am sister to your cherished blossom-friend, Lord Jaimeson of House Windmere." Lena's breath caught in her throat. Jaimere Whitaker.

Only a profound, chilling indifference. "You wanted a bride, Shen," Julian said, standing up. The light in the room seemed to bend toward him. "But you weren't strong enough to hold the Sun. Security will escort you out. You are barred from Sterling property, and your name has been erased from the Ashford registry." As the security team led the sobbing Lu family out, Julian felt the heavy weight of the "Substitute Bride" mantle finally fall away. Victor reached out, taking Julian’s hand and kissing his knuckles in front of the remaining board members. "Well played, my Emperor."

My chest tightens slightly. “Yes,” I reply. “My ex-fiancé.” The word feels wrong now, but I don’t take it back. Something shifts in his expression. It’s subtle, but it’s there. Not surprise—recognition. “Cole,” he repeats. “That explains a lot.” His gaze sharpens on mine. I frown slightly. “Explains what?” I ask. Because now something feels off. “That name isn’t unfamiliar to me,” he says. His tone is controlled again, but there’s weight behind it now. “Ethan Cole is my nephew.”