Uncle Ian Novels & Stories

“Prison? For what? Why?” She knew Lucien Roswood was the black sheep of the Roswood family—because Shane had talked about him non-stop the year they began dating. “I have an uncle. He’s a terrible person. He almost ruined the family’s reputation. Then he ran away from the country, leaving my dad to clean his mess.” “He’s the worst of them all. A total scumbag. If he ever shows his face in front of me, I’d put my fist through his fucking face.”

As if we were in sync, his smile faded quickly, leaving his mouth agape and his eyes wide with shock when he saw me. "I-Ivy?" He stammered, clearly taken aback. "What are you doing here?" Jane frowned, her face flushing red at the mention of my name. She stepped forward to correct him. "Mr. Leon, I'm sorry, but this is the prince consort. She is your aunt, and you need to accord her some respect!" My excitement grew as I watched Leon’s stunned reaction to Jane’s correction. He looked as if he had been punched in the gut, lost in disbelief.

After that, I kept myself busy with a lot of work. Obviously, I was still a stranger to her. Then we met again unexpectedly and, of course, with her drunk. "What's not right, Grace?" I asked her, who still looked confused. Her pair of tiny eyes glanced sharply at me. "Don't you realise that what happened to us was a mistake? You... are the uncle of Jhon, my husband. Do you still think this isn't a mistake?" Grace's voice sounded desperate. She shook her head and covered her face with both hands as if she couldn't believe all this was happening to us. She looked very frustrated, and I was eager to tease her.

Jasmine’s cheeks tinged red with embarrassment. Shit. Why did he have to remember her? And why did he also have to be Jason’s uncle? “Uh…” she stuttered as she tried to come up with a response. But before she could, Jason’s parents, Richard and Laura Wayne, approached the scene, having been alerted by his outburst. They shared displeased glances with each other as they saw Asher, but hid it with fake smiles. “Asher, little brother, you finally decided to return after being away for so long,” Richard acknowledged in a fake cheery voice. “What’s it been…seven years?”

a deep, smooth voice said. I turned. And time stopped. He walked in like he owned the world and judging by the suit, the watch, and the air of calculated menace, maybe he did. He was tall, broad shouldered with dark raven hair and a razor-cut jaw and eyes that looked cold as ice He looked at me like I was dirt under his shoe. “Who…” I started. “This is Mr. Xavier Rodriguez,” Hartwell interrupted. “Your father’s best friend. His appointed heir and your legal guardian until you turn twenty-one.”

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

Sumner to go easy on Gen Pharma and the Rainford Group? Jacqueline gritted her teeth. Nyla clearly had no intention of assisting her. Nevertheless, her father had warned her before she came that, regardless of how difficult Nyla might be, she had to ask for help. She forced a smile. "Ms. Jayston, Mr. Sumner is your uncle, and he stood up for you at the banquet. If you're willing to persuade him, he'll definitely agree." Nyla found this amusing. Jacqueline had previously plotted against her, and now she sought her help? Was she trying to treat her like a fool?

Amelia looked up and saw it really was their mom, but her eyes were drawn to someone else. “Adrian, see, Daddy two," Amelia whispered to her brother. Adrian was puzzled as his small brow furrowed together, turning to look at his sister as he said, “That is Uncle Ian." Amelia shook her head and said, “No, silly, not Uncle Ian!" mimicking their mother. Adrian turned to look at the TV again, now focusing on the man beside his mom and not Ian. His small lips pulled up in a grin as he nodded to say, “Yes, I agree!”

“Oh, my goodness. This needs us to go to the Jacuzzi. I want you to tell me all the details.” “Are you not listening to me? I can’t go out on a date.” “Uncle, that’s not fair.” “Why am I not surprised?” he exhales. “I need you to submit the reports about the court cases, and that’s final.” He storms out of the room. “Who is your date?” Linda asks as if her uncle didn’t walk out of the room like he wanted to throw something against the wall. “Nam Ji-Hwan.” “No!” she gasps. Her hands are on her cheeks, and her eyes are as wide as plates; it’s almost comical.

I walked in. “Sir.” Kai bowed his head. “Boss is taking a…” “Brother.” Ian stepped out with a towel draped around his neck, his face splitting into a wide grin. He closed the space in long strides and pulled me into a tight embrace. I wrapped my arms around him. “Ian.” “Oh! Is that my favourite nephew?” His eyes caught Reed cowering behind me. “Uncle, I'm your only nephew.” Reed muttered calmly. Ian pulled away from me and lunged toward Reed, dragging him into a bone-crushing hug.