Uncle Ian Mga Nobela at Kwento

she rubbed his chest, "probably seduce you in a bit." He watched as his soon-to-be wife left the room. He exhaled and stared at the screen until the tracking dot was destroyed. They had likely cremated the body. He was about to turn off his computer when Ian’s number popped up. It was already afternoon, and he guessed his uncle would arrive at any moment. A few minutes later, MJ returned with snacks. "By the way, your uncle is here." "Hmm, let him in then." "He won't come upstairs, Harvey. He’s too lazy."

Nathan glanced up, as if the answer were obvious. “Oh. That’s my uncle.” Uncle. The word hit like ice water. Nathan continued, oblivious to the way my pulse spiked. “Adrian Carter. He doesn’t stay here often. He runs most of the Carter Group now.” My heart stopped. Adrian Carter. Uncle. Carter Group. The man from last night. The man whose marks were still burning beneath my clothes. Adrian’s gaze never left me as he approached the table. Slowly. Deliberately.

I: . Luke was still there, wearing a subtle smile. Trying to act casual, I returned the book to its shelf. "I grabbed the wrong one." “Jen, Uncle's leaving. Let's walk him out," Ian suggested. "He lives next door." Just a few steps away. "I just want some fresh air," Ian looked at me hopefully. Happy to grant his request, I ruffled his hair. "Alright, let's go." "Let's take Goofy and Doggo too."

Ian pov I couldn't fathom the gravity of the situation unfolding before me. "Come on, this can't be happening, Uncle," I implored, my voice strained as I struggled to maintain my composure. "After all these years, you're actually here for the property?" Uncle Brown's eyes narrowed, transforming his once familiar face into a mask of cold calculation. “The property was merely a means to an end, Ian,” he sneered, his voice laced with venom. “Your father’s company was supposed to be mine—the rightful inheritance that was stolen from me. I’ll stop at nothing to reclaim what is rightfully mine.”

“I'm so happy to see you again.” “Me too, Nana,” Sabrina grinned. “Where's uncle Ian?” “Ian is currently in France,” Grandma said. “But he will see you soon, okay?” “Okay, Nana.” A while ago, Ian would have informed me about his travels but now, I had to learn that he wasn't in the country from grandma. I didn't need to put two and two together to realize that Ian was avoiding me. “Alright, Jo,” Grandma said. “We will talk again. Take care.”

Every six months we come to India and we stay together at our Villa that was bought by these all five cruel creatures together. Uncle Danny, Uncle Neil, Uncle Arjun, Dad and Daddy Rudra. Yes, daddy also has his shares in it. Dad was mad but one hard glare from Maa and three spanks from his brothers made him change his mind. So it's our quality time to explore our family. "Dada! (Older Brother)", Ian's voice broke my trances and I smiled at him. "Still ten hours. So go and dream about her", I said to Ian and he ran and lay beside Vin who was drooling in his sleep maybe dreaming about his only FAITH.

"It means you'll always have more people who love you. But I'm your father, Luca. You and Mia…you're my everything.” Luca looked up at him and furrowed his little brow as the meaning of Rafael's words digested. "But Uncle Alex takes care of us. Is he not our daddy too?" Mia stared at them, clutching her stuffed animal tightly. "Uncle Alex is fun…is he still our daddy?"

“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.”

“Kiddos, now.... We’ll go home, okay? I missed you all so much. What if I take you all to Disneyland? I’ve booked a flight for the evening. Just me and my babies. Excited?” The children's eyes lit up, their excitement bubbling. They were ready to agree, but Ian hesitated. “Mumma… what about Dadda? And…” His finger pointed toward Michael, his voice faltering. He didn’t even know what to call him anymore. Damon seized the moment. “Uncle Nic. Did you forget what Dadda said? He’s my brother. Call him Uncle Nic.” Davina’s fists clenched tighter. Rage simmered beneath her skin, but she swallowed it down. She couldn’t explode in front of her children. Not now.

James staggered home his body reeking of alcohol, movements unstable. The image of what happened few hours ago had been on replay on his mind, he didn't want to believe Clara got with his uncle. He tried walking forward but the lights turned on and Annie came into view. She was in a night robe her hair in a neat bun and her face makeup free. She walked up to him her face ugly in a frown, “ such a disgrace,coming home this late and reeking of alcohol. If the media caught a wimp of it do you think the sterling group won't get affected?”