Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart の小説・ストーリー

"Thank you." *** Amongst the winding roads of Beverly Hills, Stephan liaisliaised with Ryan in his luxury villa. Ryan was sitting on the sofa, cross-legged, his face gloomy: "Just say it, stephan. Why did you send her to me like that?" Sat nearby, stephan smirked. "Uncle, it didn't mean anything, I swear. I saw you staring at parsley pictures that day, and I thought you were interested, so I gave her to you." He said, shrugging his shoulders. "You are my uncle. My fiancée, my wife, it doesn't matter. I just want you to be happy."

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

Charlotte’s heart dropped, and her fingers tightened around her purse as her forehead became coated with a tiny sheen of sweat. Tristan’s brows furrowed at her almost ashen expression. Why did she look so unnerved? “I mean,” he decided to clarify, realizing that he might have come on too strongly. “I’ve seen your family’s pictures before. You and Miss Lane were both in them.” Charlotte’s shoulders slumped at the clarification and she let out an awkward laugh. “Oh…yeah. Jasmine’s my…adopted sister.” Tristan expression didn’t change, but his head tilted. “Adopted sister? So you two aren’t biologically related?”

Without waiting to hear more rubbish from him I shut the door angrily, then I suddenly opened the door again because I had something important to tell him. “Well guess what? Your uncle chose me, this would be the last time we speak formally. I am now your uncle’s wife.” I said to him and closed the door with satisfaction. At the beginning of the conversation I really wanted to give him a punch on the face but I stopped myself because the look he had on his face was satisfactory enough for me. ## #### It was getting darker and almost time for my dinner with Jackson. The dress was so beautiful, he sure has a good taste in picking outfits.

I said in a low tone. The car started and the ride began. I couldn't wrap my head around it. The mansion I once went to as the grandson's fiance. I looked outside the window and sighs heavily. After some time, We got down from the car, and my eyes were fixed on the mansion I once entered as Dell’s fiancee. I would be going in there as Lucian's wife. Only the thought wants to make me run away, because I didn't know what I would face and how to react to the consequences.

Well, I expected that from someone who enjoyed hitting me for his own pleasure. “How does it feel to move from me to my uncle, huh? Is his cock better, or what made you go to him?” My brows furrowed, and I almost gasped at his words. He was truly insufferable! “Whatever it is, I’m in a better place now, so why should I care?” I shot back. “Better place?” he repeated, his voice dripping with mockery. “You’re not in a better place; you’re just a stepping stone. Don’t you know that?”

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.

“That’s not the whole story, is it?” I shake my head, trying to stay grounded in my version of reality. “When I was eighteen, my uncle passed away. He didn’t have any other family, so he left everything to me—his business, his estate. Ryan was involved with his work, that’s how we met. We dated for a bit, but I eventually left. Moved here to focus on my writing.” Lucas steps closer, his eyes narrowing with newfound curiosity. “What was your uncle’s name? What kind of businesses did he run?”

her uncle said it and she was stunned, she didn't even imagine her uncle to be a lesbian her uncle is like a handsome batchelor. "As your question I am not a transgender at all. your mother doesn't want me to change even when I can do it, were rich and I can do what I want but your mother wish that I won't change my sex gender down there haha I respect and idolize her so much that even she was gone that I didn't change it at all even now" she saw the happiness on her uncle's eyes, she knew that her uncle love her mother si much. "your happy uncle.." when she said that word her uncle was shock and her face was in confuse state.

Just the quiet knowledge that she belonged here now. By noon her uncle was gone—vanished like smoke after Ax handed him a thick envelope and a single nod. “Debt’s transferred. She stays.” Her uncle didn’t look at her once. Didn’t say goodbye. Just shuffled out the side door and never came back. They moved her that afternoon.