Uncle Owen Death Novels & Stories

He took the seat directly across from Marcus, leaving Noah to sit between them. "Orion," Marcus stammered, his smile faltering. "I... I didn't expect to see you here. I thought you had that board meeting." "Moved it," Orion said simply. He leaned back, his massive shoulders taking up nearly half the booth. He looked relaxed, but he was a coiled spring. "I couldn't let my uncle walk through the city alone. He’s much too precious to us." Noah blushed, hiding his face behind a menu. "Orion, stop it. You’re making me sound like a porcelain doll."

he corrected himself quickly, “—our father’s death, I thought it was time that we met.” Gerald’s case. It was gaining some traction. There were a handful of news articles and reports on it. THE DOCTOR WHO KILLED PATIENT, WENT ON TO KILL FELLOW DOCTOR AND HIS WIFE DOCTOR ALLEGEDLY RESPONSIBLE FOR THE DEATH OF FORMER DAUGHTER-IN-LAW’s PARENTS. Eveline tried to stay away from the articles. She didn’t want to revisit what was already a painful part of her life. And now this man…was saying he was related to her?

“Then suddenly a scandal breaks involving trade secrets and an affair.” Daniel nodded again. “And shortly after that she… dies.” “Yes.” The pattern was starting to form. Too clean. Too convenient. “What about the lover?” I asked. Daniel flipped to another page. “The man she was involved with.” “Yes.” Daniel’s expression turned slightly grim. “He died.” I blinked. “When?” “A few weeks before Emily’s mother committed suicide.” That made my stomach twist. “How?” “Officially?” Daniel checked the report. “Car accident.” Of course. I leaned back in my chair again.

Owen frowned, glaring at the hallway where the gurney had just disappeared. … My funeral was set for three days later. During that time, Owen shifted his strategy. He stopped running his mouth and trash-talking me. Instead, he grieved and cried right along with the other four. He even played the part of the perfect, doting older brother, standing in front of my casket to pray for my soul. Whenever things quieted down, he did everything he could to distract them and lift their spirits. Sure enough, aside from the massive spike on the day I died, the collection vial began to slow down, and the tiny spark of hope I had felt instantly vanished.

Pushing the unsettling memory away, Jules grumbled out, “I don’t trust him.” Liam made a skeptical noise, but whatever he was going to say was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. Their uncle strode in, a strange smile on his face. “It’s official now!” Tensing up, Jules exchanged a look with Liam. Their uncle’s smiles were so rare these days that seeing it was a little disturbing. “Uncle?” Liam said. “Anthony’s death certificate has finally been signed.” Oh.

That was when I felt the need to involve my father, “He wouldn’t talk, I seriously don’t know what happened to him,” I said to my father. “Hector, didn’t you leave with Gerald? And Jane, where are they?” My father asked Hector. Soon, my brothers joined us, and even my uncles as well. I bit my fingers anxiously, hoping for good news. “Speak up Hector!” My father ordered. “Sir Gerald’s… Sir Gerald’s…” Hector couldn’t bring himself to say it but we all could read the room; my uncle was dead.

"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'."

There was silence now, and I presumed I had the floor now to say what I wanted. "You're done talking, right? Old or not, your uncle looks way way better than you or your father can ever imagine, Daniel. So don't get all bogie about yourself." I chuckled. "You know, you are actually a nobody without my wealth. Your dad has nothing apart from being a lapdog for your grandfather. And to talk about your uncle who you address as old, he has everything, everything you will never be able to have on your own Daniel." I paused and could see the defeated look on Daniel's face.

At least Tessa would have a chance to attend a better school. But the day before we were supposed to leave to look for a place, I got a call from my younger brother, Henry Weber. After graduating high school, Henry had been working odd jobs far away. I only saw him once a year at Christmas. "Hattie, I wouldn't call unless I had no other choice. I'm sick. I need money for treatment. Can you help me ask Arthur for a loan?" The words hit me like a hammer. My vision went dark. Our parents died early. Henry was three years younger than me. We grew up relying on each other.

I said slowly, “my father trusted a man named Richard Vane.” “Vane spent three years inside Blackwood Holdings pretending to be loyal while quietly draining millions through fake acquisitions and manipulated accounts.” I could still remember newspaper headlines stacked across kitchen counters every morning, the smell of cigar smoke trapped inside my father’s office, and the humiliating sound of investors whispering behind closed doors once the company started collapsing publicly. I stood and walked toward the windows while speaking, my reflection staring back at me faintly through the rain-streaked glass. “My father ignored the warning signs because he considered Richard family.”