Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart Novels & Stories

“Liam. You’re here. For a moment, I thought you might brush me off, like you always brush off anything tied to our father’s wealth.” Liam took his seat opposite him, his movements calm and deliberate. When he finally looked up, his eyes glinted with amusement. “Our father’s wealth? Don’t forget, Adams—we don’t share the same father. You’re not my brother in the way you like to claim. You’re my nephew. Your father was my elder brother.”

Someone he'd hate. And then it hit her. The perfect name. The one person whose existence Marcus resented more than anyone. "Damien Cross," she said clearly. "I've been sleeping with Damien Cross." The lie hung in the air, enormous and impossible to take back. Marcus's face went white, then red. "You….my uncle? You're saying you've been fucking my uncle?" Uncle. Right. She'd forgotten that detail in her panic. Damien Cross wasn't just her opposing counsel. He was Marcus's estranged uncle, the self-made billionaire the family pretended didn't exist because he'd embarrassed them by actually working for his money.

He hurriedly started a video call. As soon as it connected, Theresa’s mocking voice came through. “Well, look who finally remembers he has a sister. Weren’t you busy watching elephants in Apania? Oh, right, guess you don’t need a sister anymore. You don’t even need a wife.” Normally, Zach would have snapped back, but now, he only cared about whether I had really married his uncle. He shoved the camera toward my face and demanded, “Tell me, who is she?” The moment Theresa saw me, she smiled brightly. “Aunt Tina, you’re looking more beautiful than ever—”

I only care about the emotional damage this would inflict on his nephew. “I don’t care. I’m a virgin.” I blurted, nonchalantly. Probably saying my flaw would make him feel any better. But I only saw a look of shock on his face when he heard me. “No, that’s–” He stepped back with his words instantly falling beneath when I grabbed his necktie to capture his lips. Slap? Ill words? Wishing him bad luck? Fuck! Those are not enough to inflict the same pain on David like he did to me. If sleeping with his uncle wouldn’t work, then I’ll be the one to decide that.

But he was not expecting to find her pushed into a wall and being manhandled by his asshole nephew. Kevin is pale and is all but shaking with fear. He never thought that his uncle would come here at this time of the day. He had to think fast before his uncle killed him. That's when a vile plan came to his mind. "U..uncle, I didn't do anything. It's her, she called me. She was my Ex. I used to date her before I started seeing Claire. She called me and cried saying that she met with an accident and she was in very bad shape. I used to truly love her before she decided to cheat on me, Uncle. So I came to see her out of the goodness of my heart. But as soon as I entered her apartment, she came t

We are potent wolves that are not supposed to have magic in us. Blitz starts howling for his mate. I wish he would shut up because my uncle can hear him. Knowing I am suffering brings my uncle a lot of pleasure. Victor Smith is laughing at Blitz and me! Perhaps he's not even thinking of us as he enjoys my mate! Her blue eyes must be full of passion. It makes me cry when I think of her in the arms of another man. She belongs to me. She's mine.

Fredrik Young was Henry's uncle. He was a taboo for the entire Young family. Although Eliza grew up with Henry, since childhood, she had only heard of the existence of this uncle. If she hadn't met him on her wedding day, she wouldn't recognize him at all. "Weren't you abroad the whole time?" "Yeah, I just got back last night." It just so happened that his friend wanted to meet him. It was an urgent matter so Fredrik went to Neon Night's Bar as soon as he got off the plane.

Even his voice sounded tortured. I pressed both hands to my head, but it didn't help the waves of pain crashing over and over into my skull. "Like I've said, I don't have to explain anything to you, but since you're so desperate to hear my story, I'll tell you the abridged version. "So once upon a time, more than two decades ago, I was in love with a beautiful, beautiful man. We wanted to have lots of children and live together on a little farm until we grew old together. This man was your sweet Maverick's oldest uncle.

"In the year 1832, my uncle and aunt had passed on from a severe case of cholera. They were wealthy and this school and most of Brookburgh was their land. My family and I were living in England at the time. We weren't rich and barely made ends meet on some days. When my uncle and aunt died they left their riches to my father who insisted we uproot and move here to stay on what you and the rest of the school call Valentine farm. My mother and siblings were happy about this change. It meant we could live comfortably. But, money had changed my father. My father had a harlot who he would sneak away to be with.

After my secret crush was discovered, my adoptive uncle Kieran, who always loved me, completely became a different person. He even brought my best friend Scarlett home and claimed her as his fiancée. Looking at the deep wariness in his eyes toward me, I suddenly smiled with relief. I agreed to my Alpha grandfather's tentative proposal for an arranged mating. "Sure, an arranged mating sounds good. I haven't found my mate anyway." My calm words surprised everyone. Grandmother teased me curiously.