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That was my thought, but then, she just barged into my heart, and made me obsessed. “Now, spill.” My uncle said. “I don't know why you're so interested, since love disgusts you.” “That doesn't mean I wouldn't cash out on me not snitching out on you to your father.” My uncle said and I just looked at him, whatever. I thought.

Thus, I fought the urge to visibly show my disgust to the world while he lingered there longer than they should have. "Since my uncle will not show as always, I can be generous enough to hunt down a few games in your name," he announced like he was doing me a favor. The hall began to cheer, seeing it as a great gesture on his part. Then he dropped his voice to a whisper. "My offer still stands though. You are a beautiful woman and it will be a shame for you to just waste away by his side. If you ever need a real man's touch other than that monster's, you can always come to me and I will give you a good time."

“I tried forgetting him. I tried dating someone else but this is the man I love…and he loves me too. I know you love me, Father. Please just talk to him for a few minutes, just try…for me.” He took a deep breath, his chest rising high until it came down again. His hand rested on the table, and it was tight in a fist. The veins on his knuckles and forearms were strained and corded. “Please,” I whispered through my tears. “Just give it a chance and talk to him for few minutes…that’s all I ask.” “I don’t like this,” my uncle said. “This could be a setup.” “It’s not,” I said. “I would never put you in danger.”

she suddenly interupt her uncle, she didn't know why she dislike the word weakling when her dad was on spot. "I can't help it your dad is so weak that even rats can kill him on the spot damn I can't believe, well your father is handsome and rich at that time but rich and face in our world is not even qualified" her uncle sigh again she even smile on what she heard she knows that her father is rich and handsome she can see that because her face was resimble to her dad when he was young. "Well your face is kinda like your father will your boyish and I well tell you I'm a lesbian My niece haha" her uncle said it and she was stunned, she didn't even imagine her uncle to be a lesbian her uncle is

I shunned. "I hate you!" He nodded. "Why are you crying? May I know why?" He asked softly. "Because I hate you," I answered immediately. He grabbed my chin and faced him. His dark and expressive eyes were really beautiful. The thick eyebrows and sharp nose. His naturally red lips. He's damn perfect. "Hating your uncle is normal. Do you know what's wrong? The wrong is if you love more than a normal love. Not as an uncle, but as a man." I stiffened in my seat.

I mustered a smile. “Okay, girls. I have to make that call and set up the arrangements.” Uncle patted my back as he headed out. “You are a strong girl. Don’t lose hope,” Aunty said with smiling eyes. “And remember, men behave like an idiot when they are in love,” Uncle said as he was heading to the door. Aunty rolled her eyes. “Isn’t that the truth.” She smiled and hugged me again. “He had a few bad moments when we met, too. With a little love, it all works out.”

Nonetheless, I knew we were not meant to be, so I wrote my feelings for him in the diary. If Benjamin had not read the diary, I would have lived on as the obedient niece… but that was not the case. He read my diary and tore it into pieces. He thought I was disgusting to develop a romantic feeling for him. "What is wrong with you? I'm your uncle! Yes, we're not related by blood, but I'll forever be your uncle. And that's all!"

“You chose him… my uncle.” James stepped forward, shielding Emma with his body. “No, Harry,” he said firmly. “Emma didn’t choose me because I’m your uncle. She chose me because I never treated love like a game.”

A life without the destruction an addicted parent could bring. It was a profound message of love and faith in my future, a gift that my uncle had left behind to ensure my well-being and happiness. The weight of my mother’s abandonment had been a heavy burden, but my uncle had tried to provide me with the love and support I had needed all along. At that moment, I felt a deep sense of closure and a newfound appreciation for the man who had raised me. I knew I would carry the weight of my mother’s absence and my uncle’s decisions with me for a long time, but I also understood now that it was love that had guided those choices. And in the end, my mother had always known where I had been. She mus

No one said a word behind me, not that it could work anyway. My uncle made a motion, gesturing me to come closer. I obliged. “You’re the best nephew I could ask for. And even though my methods were crude, for which I apologize, I always have your best interests at heart.” He swallowed. “I can see you love her. Don't follow in the footsteps of your father. Never ever give up your love for power. I-” He convulsed, quivering once. Then no more. I stood in place, not making even the slightest move.