When He Chose His Mistress, I Chose His Uncle Novels & Stories

He never expected that them calling him uncle meant that he was like a family to him. “Wait, that is the young mistress what about the young master, am I a family to him too?” he asked himself inwardly as he glanced at Octavius to see his expression and hoping to get something from him but he was disappointed to see an expressionless face eating food as if nothing was happening at all.

But then, a cold, calculated idea struck me. Darius was Rider’s uncle, the man he feared so much, the man he looked up to, and he was also famously single. If I could get Darius to look at me, if I could make him want me, that would be the ultimate form of revenge. I’d be untouchable. I’d be the one holding all the cards.

He turned them over, dissected them, and then a realization struck him. Wait… his uncle wasn't talking about him earlier today, had he? No, that had been about his uncle. About Martinez. About how he’d distance himself from everyone introduced to him while waiting for the right person. It wasn't about Darvan leaving Cassia behind for Stacy, only to find himself now… longing for Cassia. He blinked in disbelief as the truth hit him hard. He sat up suddenly, staring blankly at the floor as his heart raced. Was that it? Was Cassia his choice? Was his uncle trying to make him see something he’d been blind to all along? To indirectly tell him, Cassia was his girl now?

“This place, these designs, everything—it is alive with your spirit.” I accepted the cup, the warmth seeping into my hands. “It is more than alive,” I said. “It is proof that when you choose yourself, when you reclaim your story, it carries far beyond any obstacle or rivalry.” Julian leaned gently on my shoulder. “Do you ever think about how different it might have been if…” His words faded, unspoken but understood. “If he had chosen me?” I whispered. My smile was small but steady. “I do not dwell on it. He chose my cousin. I chose revenge. But more than that, I chose myself. That choice changed everything.”

"Damn it, from the start I was sure that uncle was the mastermind behind all this. Father is also under uncle's control. What do you really want huh?” “Wooooh, you really are very smart Cecil. I can think of you as uncle's daughter, you clearly know that your father is a clean person. If it wasn't for me, are you sure your father would want to get his hands dirty? Of course not, and even he was willing to become a slave because of you and Aldo. That man loves you both very much, yet it was his biggest mistake!” Erick pulled Cecil's shoulder-length hair up. He looked at his nephew from behind.

“Oh, stop being so dramatic, Camilla. This is all your fault anyway…” My fault? How could this possibly be my fault? “And why do you even care now? I’ll bring as many women here as I want. This is my house, and I can do whatever I please. If you don’t like it, you can leave,” he said coldly, his words hitting me like a sharp knife. At that moment, I realized the painful truth — he was choosing his mistress over me. He wanted me out of his life. I smiled bitterly. "If you say so..."

So, I immediately went out to confront him. “Where is my sister?” My uncle Pier asked, “Why do you have my sister locked up?” My uncle's question didn't surprise me, like seeing the mark of rejection on his neck. He noticed it and pulled up his sweater collar so that this mark was not visible. Then I knew that whatever Mistress Susan and Bernard experienced must have been so strong that the mark of rejection permeated my uncle like a reminder of the goddess. “Where is my mate?” asked my brothers' father. “What happened?”

Instead, he spoke coolly, “I already told you. The Luna identity belongs to you, but stay out of my business with Jules. She’s the one who’s suffered. So, when it comes to the pack’s heir, I’ll leave that role to her child. You’d better be prepared for that.” Even though I’d long since stopped wanting to marry him, his arrogance still burned me up inside. I didn’t want to waste another word on him, so I turned toward the estate. However, once again, he grabbed my arm and hissed, “My uncle will be here tonight. Even if he’s crippled, his status is higher than mine. Keep yourself in check and don’t upset him. And another thing—don’t you dare bring up the heir in front of the elders. Until the

"John, do you still think I left you because of Samantha?" His eyes dropped, lips trembling as he muttered, "I know you left because of my favoritism… but it was only because Samantha suffered so much for me. She sacrificed everything, and I mistook guilt for love. But I was wrong—I see that now. I finally know my heart. "This farce between you and my uncle—it's time to end it, isn't it?" The words had barely left his lips when Matt surged forward and, with one merciless kick, sent him sprawling across the ground once more.

“My uncle is married—” “Did I ever say he wasn’t?” I cut in sharply. “I said I wanted to talk about my dad’s case. That’s it. Did I ever say I was interested in him? You’re the unbelievable one here. Being a mistress is pathetic and you should know your uncle better than that. He’s a good man, right? Why would he cheat on his wife?” He scoffed again and took a sip. “Anyone would think the same if you suddenly asked them out. And of all places… here. Don’t play dumb, Miss Clemente. If you think we’ll just drop your father’s case, you’re wrong.”