Romans & histoires Uncle Monty A Series Of Unfortunate Events

"As of ten minutes ago, a federal injunction has frozen all secondary assets tied to the Thorne estate. That includes the landscapes you were trying to wire to Geneva." Julian didn't look at the paper. He kept his eyes on Alaric, his jaw tightening until the muscle jumped. "You think you’re slick, Vance? You’ve been plotting this since the funeral." "I’ve been cleaning up your mess since the funeral," Alaric said. He reached down and took my elbow, his grip firm but careful. "Marcus, clear her desk. We’re leaving."

"Uncle Matt, yes, I will marry you." I lay on the hospital bed, phone pressed to my ear, my other hand limp at my side as my vacant eyes lingered on the bloodstained bandages around my wrist. How many times had I tried to end my life? I could no longer remember. All I knew was that whenever the waves of despair came crashing down, I felt no desire to keep on living. On the other end of the line, Matt Harlem corrected me, "Audrey, I am John's uncle, not yours. You should call me 'Matt.' Or, 'honey'."

She hadn't let her guard down once, not even when her stepsister confronted her in front of the entire gallery crowd. I looked back down at my tablet, but the financial figures on the screen didn't register. My mind kept looping back to the report Marco had delivered. Marcus Sterling. Just hearing that name made a bitter, familiar taste rise in the back of my throat. For fifteen years, my uncle had been a ghost, living off the millions he stole from my mother's estate while she spent her final years working two jobs to keep us afloat in a cramped Queens apartment. He had helped Richard Montgomery identify the exact structural weaknesses in our family's shipping contracts, providing the legal

Due to his size, he managed to knock her down first. He was about to strike her again, but her grandmother intervened, hitting him with a cane. "You're such a nuisance! Your niece just arrived, and look at what you're doing!" She aimed for his legs, and the cane struck hard. "Ouch, Mommy!" he cried out. "Maine, defend me!" She blocked her uncle and held him by the arms. "Go, Grandma! Avenge me!" "Traitor!" Her uncle tried to break free, unintentionally hitting her with the cane.

I almost slipped my hands into them when I remembered the words of Marianna in her letter, asking me to take care of her daughter. Rather than do just that, I was here, about to fuck her. The thought of it made me flinch and pulled away to her surprise. "Fuck!" I exclaimed as I backed off. I turned away from her and ran my fingers through my hair in frustration. "Fuck!" I screamed. "This is wrong. This is fucking wrong," I muttered as guilt hit me. I was supposed to be her uncle yet this was what I was doing with my niece. She didn't say a word. I did not expect her to. She was probably too embarrassed to look at me. I heard her bend over, obviously to grab her towel.

My laptop falls from my hand to the tiled floor, then he leaves me. "Abdul, even if you kill me, you won't get a penny of that money, its to go to my aunt and uncle, just get ready to go to the bank." The rush which I used in talking has winded me and I'm choking for air. He hisses and walks out of the living room, slamming the door behind him.

"I want the Jenner company." "What!" So it was true what Devian said about Robert Jenner. How can she not recognise her dearest uncle. When she entered and saw the man in front of her, she was about to hug her uncle tight. But... He was actually behind all this. Only after money, he did plan the fire and everything thing in their house. He was behind the death of her parents. Her most beloved uncle was behind her parents execution. Arien's eyes filled with tears when she spoke, "How can you do that?" Her words were trembling.

Mom had bellowed, "If it weren't for the fact that her family had a bit of money, I would never have let your uncle marry her! I mean, what's the point of having money when she won't let us spend it? I knew that allowing her to marry into the family was bad news! "Heather should be considered lucky since Jared is completely subservient, yet she still refuses to bear him a son to carry on the bloodline!" I found it utterly incredulous, thinking that it didn't justify Uncle Jared having an affair with another woman to bear him a son. I didn't think Aunt Heather was lucky, since she got really unlucky running into Mom and Uncle Jared.

“The company, once known for the impeccable standards established by founder Nicholas Montero, now appears to be facing a severe crisis of confidence under current owner Andrew Montero, who inherited control after his brother’s death, which the police are now labelling as suspicious.” Suspicious. I took a slow sip of coffee and did not even taste it. Then the footage changed. Live. My uncle and aunt’s house, surrounded by police vehicles and reporters. And then— Uncle Andrew emerged in handcuffs. So did Aunt Maggie. For a second, I forgot how to breathe. A maid came in quietly with a breakfast tray and set it beside me on the low table. Pastries, fruit, toasted bread, butter, eggs. I couldn’