When He Chose His Mistress, I Chose His Uncle นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Bring over all the dishes.” Lyra waved her hands. “You don't have to.” Still the man was persistent. Lyra’s phone beeped with a string of text messages from an unknown number. Unknown: I'll never forgive you if you do anything with my uncle, I swear. Unknown: Is this payback? I already broke up with Nadine. What's with you? Why are you overreacting? Unknown: I know you can see my messages, why aren’t you replying?? Wait, are you already sleeping with my uncle?

She wasn't expecting a confession. "I’m madly in love with him," I fawn, my voice sounding disgustingly dreamy to my ears. "I mean, can you blame me? Owen is such a gentleman. He’s refined, he’s brilliant, and the best part? He isn’t bankrupt like Deckard. It’s so refreshing to be with a man who actually knows how to manage his assets—and his temperament." Her eyes narrow, and she takes a predatory step forward. A smirk plays on her lips, but it looks strained. "Is that so? And you think it’s acceptable? Having an affair with your husband’s uncle? The scandal alone will bury whatever is left of your pathetic career."

"It's a long story, one that brings shame, but I suppose there's no point in keeping it a secret now that I need your help to find Matthew." A few moments passed before he began, "Recently my ailing uncle sought to right a past wrong. A few months ago, he confessed a secret he'd kept buried for far too long." Leaning forward, the duke lowered his voice. "When my father passed, a woman, his mistress, arrived at our doorstep. Homeless and pregnant, she carried my father's child. My uncle, consumed by pride, refused to acknowledge her, casting them both out into the cold. Their existence, a mother and her unborn child, vanished into the shadows, a secret kept until now."

"Master was furious and blinded by rage. He only had a family who died. He broke the engagement first and then slowly started investigating the matter of the business. Agosti's deed made him blinded with revenge and so he targeted your mother... However, slowly, he fell in love with mistress. He also put down the act of revenge. Everything was going well until one day Miss Baritone showed up before Mistress. She brainwashed your mother and made her believe that Master was only taking his revenge. He would throw her out soon. Mistress perhaps couldn't take the truth and disappeared one night." I stared at Uncle Lucas. I don't know what to say. My parents' story was high above mine! Fuck! I sw

Meaning he wasn't even the one who had undressed me. I slowly closed my eyes as the realization hit me like a truck. The slap. The accusations. The insults. Every horrible thing I had just said. My palms slowly moved to my face, covering it completely. Fuck... What have I done? The memory replayed itself over and over again, and now I looked like a complete idiot. "Like Master Dmitri said, I was the one who changed you, ma'am," the maid beside me said gently. "And your dress has been washed and ironed."

We went through the back hallway, away from the party, until we burst into a small sitting room lined with books and a bar. He slammed the door behind us and released me like I disgusted him. “Get whatever foolish idea you have out of your head,” he snapped, his eyes dark, jaw locked in fury. “You think this is something more than what it is?” I blinked. “You chose me—” “I chose convenience. And what better convenience than my mistress,” he interrupted, voice razor-sharp. “Not love. Not loyalty. Not forever. You’re a name on a scroll that’ll shut the elders up and keep bitches like Sofia from throwing tantrums.”

She always insisted the original wife had been murdered by the mistress. Edward sighed, “You don’t know what that woman is capable of. She’s got a lot of people in the Lawrence family under her thumb. Ever since Grandma forced my uncle to name me the heir by threatening suicide, I’ve had more near-death experiences than I can count.” “My uncle seems to be waking up now, though. Just the other day, he told me he dreamed of my five-year-old cousin and his unborn sister.”

Ahead of me, laced branches partially conceal the house. This garden… And the lands beyond the wall… And the house itself… And it's all mine… Gifted to me by my Master. It's surreal. Master, you've married a shopkeeper's daughter… Walking on, I shake my head, trying to recover some sense of proportion. Why was Uncle Al so unfriendly towards him? He seemed pleased enough about the wedding itself, but when my Master tried to talk with him, he was distant, almost cold. What was that about?

She smile and laugh devilishly. Emily scoff and cross her arms while Nathan look at me with a shaking head. I was about to stop Emily and get her out of the cafeteria but she put her hand on my face to stop me. “Yes, that’s true and I wasn’t proud that I got him because I stole him but that’s all over now and for your information his marriage was already failing when I met him and I didn’t know that he was married but yes, that doesn’t mean I wasn’t a mistress because I chose to continue seeing him despite that fact but it cannot be undo and I suffer a lot and you have no idea what I’ve been through but you know what? When I chose to left him and decide to live on my own he followed