When He Chose His Mistress, I Chose His Uncle Mga Nobela at Kwento

he explained, causing me to shake my head in disbelief. I wasn’t exactly surprised that he was that kind of bastard, but I had at least thought that he would be a little more protective of his reputation. The fact that he had his sister-in-law as his mistress was pretty messed up, and it only fueled my belief that the man was a madman.

Without even glancing at the parchment, he bit his fingertip, let a drop of blood fall on the signature line, and sealed it. I stepped back and quietly watched him turn into a bat and vanish out the window. Remember this, James. You're the one who threw this family away.

It had not helped matters that several months later our uncle died mysteriously. So it is with certainty that I know a good many people are well aware that I have taken on a mistress. Which means, by the Goddess, that she will serve as my mistress. Whether she wants to or not. Whether I want her to or not. I am not a man known to waver when it comes to decision making. I set my course, travel it, and the Goddess have mercy on anyone who seeks to block my path or prevent me from reaching my destination.

He rubbed me the wrong way and I didn’t think I wanted anything to do with such a man. Fabiola snorted. “I am pretty sure he’s everyone’s type. I wonder if he’s single.” “He is.” Ben chirped in and I realized he’d been listening in on our conversation. My cheeks flushed at the realization. What would have happened if I had agreed with Fab that his uncle was hot? “He has made it a mission to remain a bachelor.” Fab grinned at my boyfriend. “Does that mean I can pursue him? Something about love at first sight.”

“But killing him isn’t the best option now. Do you know what is?” “No, Uncle,” I feigned ignorance. “What do you think we should do now?” “I say we torture him and get more names from his mouth,” my uncle smiled. “I say you torture him and your betrothed can watch her future King.” “Betrothed?” I turned around and for the second time, my eyes met hers. This time, she was the one that smiled at me, and from the smile, I knew at once – she didn’t love me, or even want my riches. She had a plan. She was definitely working with my Uncle.”

He did not do enough deep tracing on that as he himself had one uncle who was a closet gay. His nephew fitted the persona he would have dreamed for his biological son: brash, rugged, and charismatic, like him. He was even a more intense womanizer. In fact, he got over being just a ladies’ man; he descended into a dreaded molester from the time his uncle became the country’s leader. While he could have gotten away with his latest victim; it was to his disadvantage that Felicity was a friend of Tess Mondragon.

As far as she was concerned, they were cut from the same cloth. She thrust her hands on her hips, meeting his gaze unblinking. She scoffed. “I had no idea who you were until I found your card. Why would I sleep with my fiancé’s uncle? And if I wanted to—even if I was that stupid—why would it be with the family’s black sheep?” His gaze darkened. “What?”

I stuttered when two heavily built men flanked my sides each wearing strict frowns. My gaze drifted from my uncle who pinched his fingers together underneath his chin and watched with hooded eyes to the man whose eyes I have been avoiding. In his eyes were swirls of violence and evil. I shuddered. "Uncle, I don't want to go with him,” I cried out in defiance, falling down to my knees. Uncle Aldo let out a deep breath, "This is for the family, Cleopatra. You have to go," He scuttled around with his back against me.

"Nephew, what is the meaning of this?" "You will know later, I won't narrate here, our journey will be long, I want Uncle to rest well. Don't worry about my mother, I already have her with me." Mew said while he smiled at Fred. A smile full of loathing and ridicule. "Uncle was known as a gigolo and outstanding man... I am really buffled that you chose tho scheme like this just to stole someone's wife. And oh, not just someone but your brother. Tsk tsk. So low!" Mew mocked him before he turned around and looked at his men.

“Who’s the guy?” Uncle Ben still hasn’t given him a clear explanation. “He’s the young master from the Mills family. Mark Hunter Mills” Uncle Ben said softly. “Mills, hmmmm” Sebastian Golding thought the Mills have agreed to marry with Goldings. He initially thought if Amanda would not come back, he would marry his other daughter to the Mills. ‘It’s very complicated when you want to control everything, isn’t it?’ Uncle Ben could not air his thoughts out loud. He’s courting death if he did so.