روايات وقصص ضمن The Surrogate Bride Of My Ex S Uncle

He went on to charm the crowd with his recollection of the beautiful moments (and the stupid ones) from Chris’s love-struck journey, his journey from unrequited love to soul stirring fulfillment. After Adrian, it was Matthias’s turn; although he wasn’t father of the bride, he was no less than a father to her, he was also her eldest uncle. Anderson too would have liked to claim the right to toast as the father of the bride, but how could he arm wrestle his older brother? All he could do was feign magnanimity and let his older brother do the honors, which attracted stifled laughs from the Burke brothers, but the older generation collectively ignored them.

“You don’t?” “None of Myshkin’s usual calling cards were there. The night before my wedding to a woman from the Roríguez cartel…Maybe I’m paranoid, but I think it was meant as a warning.” “Not to go through with the wedding?” I straightened my neck. “Not from our people.” “I wouldn’t rule anyone out.” My brother took his glass to one of the overstuffed armchairs near the fireplace and sat back, stretching out his long legs. “As for the bride, she found me.” His lips curled almost enough for a grin. “Or we found her.”

Grace thought she had finally found a family when the wealthy Wells family adopted her. To win their love, she became everything they wanted—obedient, perfect, and the ideal substitute for their lost daughter. The only person she truly believed cared for her was her boyfriend, Lucas Marino. But her world shattered the day the real daughter returned. Overnight, Grace was cast aside, treated as nothing but a shadow of someone else. Lucas, the man she trusted most, revealed his true heart—he had only ever seen her as a stand-in. Heartbroken and betrayed, grace got drunk and an got in an accident. The accident brought her face-to-face with Ethan Marino—Lucas’s uncle and the powerful head of

I could only watch. A few seconds later, someone picked up on the other end. A man’s voice came through the speaker. “Hello?” Uncle’s face shifted into something that almost looked like relief. His eyes flicked toward me for a second before he spoke. “Good news,” he said smoothly, like this was something to be proud of. “My niece agreed to marry you. The marriage will be settled very soon. I’ll handle the venue, the guests, everything.” My eyes widened in shock. My heart felt like it was going to explode out of my chest.

STEP UNCLE'S SECRET WEEKEND I pulled up to the sprawling Harrington estate, my heart already hammering against my ribs. The ivy-covered mansion gleamed under the late afternoon sun, white tents dotting the lawn for Uncle Marcus’s wedding weekend. Marcus was my step-uncle Mom’s second husband’s younger brother but the real reason my stomach twisted with nervous excitement was their older brother, Julian, my other step uncle.

“What are you doing here,” I whispered in shock. Felix stared at his uncle in shock, “Uncle, what do you mean your woman? That's my fiancée.“ Alex stared at Felix with a serious face, the aura around him clearly screamed danger. “How is she your fiancée when her sister is the mother of your child?“ The whole room gasped, they weren't expecting that amount of gossip. “No wonder Valentina is always with him,” someone in the crowd commented. When she noticed that all eyes were on her, she shut up.

He nodded, “I guess we will be having a union soon, or is she expecting a human marriage?” I chuckled, “human marriage Dad, she is one.” Uncle Braddock walked up and slapped him in the back of the head, “that was a stupid question,” he shook his head. He raised his glass to me, “we have a full set now, she’s lovely and a school teacher, we need a few of those.” I smiled, “thank you uncle, and I hope she will fit in and not be harassed by anyone.” “Who’s getting harassed,” Brooklyn popped up out of nowhere.

I said and was about to remove my blanket when he held my hand. “Stay,” he said. I blinked once and looked at him. “Then... where are you going to sleep?” I asked. He stood up, went to the other side of the bed, and slid his body under the blanket. “Here,” he said and turned off the light using his controller. Then he turned on the bedside light, making the room dim. I hoped the dim light covered my shocked expression and the gulp I made. I had no feelings for Julian. But I didn’t think I could sleep properly knowing I was in the same bed as a man I wasn’t in love with, and worse, the popular billionaire tycoon Julian Ashford, my ex-fiancé’s uncle.

Her skin was clear except for a few freckles across her nose. Not bad at all. But that strange tight feeling in my stomach didn’t go away. People didn’t make me nervous. The doctor excused himself and slipped out of the room, leaving us alone. For a moment we just looked at each other. “So,” she said with a small smile, “I’m Paris. The surrogate.” I nodded. “I’m Revan Blank.” For some reason I even gave a small wave. I had never waved at anyone outside my family in my entire life.

She said to the lawyer. He turned to Stephan who gave him the go ahead with only a nod, clearing his throat, “Ah-hem. Well the terms are simple Miss Heathrow—You are to act as a surrogate and wife for the very Mr Stephan Ashford, for a duration of a year and six months. The child in which you are to carry, would not rely on being created by coitus but by artificial insemination…..” The word ‘coitus’ left a bitter taste in her mouth. She felt color rose in her cheeks as her eyes met with that of her husband’s. A part of her could sense he felt the awkwardness too.