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

I always thought he was faithful to aunt or that even if he were cheating on her, he would have the decency to hide it from others and probably do it with an older woman, not some young chick in her early 20s. Uncle has got some explaining to do, and I am not leaving till I get to the bottom of this. " You're still here?. I thought you left" Uncle says nonchalantly as he enters his office "You wouldn't believe what just happened. My....." He adds with excitement but I cut in " You mistress just woke" I cut in bitterly. I am highly disappointed with him for stealing my unwanted mate from me. " What??" He ask confused " I'm talking about that shameless display you and your mistress just exhibi

Greg’s uncle caught a glimpse of the simmering intent to kill in Greg’s eyes and finally broke down. His voice trembled uncontrollably, each word drenched in panic. "Young master! It was him! He told me to do it! Please, young master, just grant me a swift end!" Greg turned his head slightly, throwing a glance at his uncle. A cold, humorless chuckle escaped his lips. "Alright. Since you are being so sincere, I’ll deal with him first."

“How could you do this to me, uncle? My father, your brother, treated you with so much love and respect. How could you sell me off to the enemy just like that!” Edward quickly stood up from the ground and scurried over to meet me. “Listen, I'm doing this for your own good. Would you have preferred your head hanging on a spike than be his slave? Who knows, if you are obedient enough, he can make you his side mistress. Now quit being stubborn and go with him,” he whispered and pushed me towards my enemies. I can't believe this, my uncle felt no remorse at all. How can he be this cruel to his niece?

Whatever it was, I hoped it would last. At the same time, I wanted to be so angry with him. He certainly deserved it. Why did I not know that a mistress was also a part of the deal? Earlier at the court when Dean was professing that his love for Eliza would never die, he should have added, "Oh, by the way, I also have a mistress," to the mix. At least I would have truly known what I was getting into, sharing Dean not only with a dead woman but another one that was very much present. Would it have made a difference to me? Would I have stayed with my uncle? I wasn't sure. I wasn't even sure what my options would have been, had I not left with Dean. Well, at least through it all, I had gained m

"If you ask about a comparison, you and Agista are indeed very different. It's better to go anywhere with you. If I wanted a beautiful wife, from the beginning, I could have chosen one of the three other candidates that Mama presented. But what's the proof? I chose you instead, right?" "Why did Uncle choose me back then?" Ghea inquired. It had been quite a while since they got married, and she had no idea about this reason. Honestly, at first, I thought that by choosing someone younger, I could easily control you. But as time went on, I realized that you have many qualities that women outside don't have. It's proven now; I'm crazy about you, right?" "Oh, come on, it's just sweet talk."

He reaches out, his leather-gloved finger gently twirling a strand of my dark hair. “Seven days, piccola,” he whispers, his voice a low, dangerous purr that promises absolute ruin. “I’ll give you seven days to accept your new reality. You can crawl to my estate willingly, or I will take you by force. The choice is yours.” He stands up, adjusts his jacket and turns on his heel. Without a backward glance, he walks out of the front doors, his armed men falling into steps behind him. The moment the heavy oak doors slam shut, the tension in the room snaps. I push myself up from the floor, my eyes burning with tears of rage as I glare at my uncle, who is already admiring the check in his hands.

"Because my husband paid for it. "It's bad enough your mistress mother used my husband's money—but you, his bastard daughter, dare to bully my daughter? "You filthy wretch. How dare you show up at my daughter's recognition banquet? Isn't stealing her identity for all those years enough? Now you want to provoke her in person? You're just like your mistress mother—cheap and shameless."

Her fierce expression quickly turned into one of false innocence, faster than a sudden change in weather. "Sister, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have come here and I shouldn't be with Wayne, but Marcus and I truly love each other. I know you still love Marcus, but you've already married his uncle. You can't betray him now. After all, we're family. I know you hate me, but even if you do, you shouldn't do this. How can you play with both uncle and nephew at the same time? It's wrong and you shouldn't do it…”

"Mason, I know you resent me. But I had no choice but to leave you back then. Simon's grandpa didn't approve of me. I even had to go into hiding all throughout my pregnancy just so I could give birth to you safely. "And once you were born, his grandpa whisked you away and gave you to Zoe to raise. I only agreed to be your father's mistress so I could see you. And besides, Zoe is just a housekeeper. She's only nice to you because she's after the Fuller family's money. "I'm the only one in this world who truly loves you, Mason. I'm your mom, and you're my son. In the future, the entire Fuller family fortune is going to belong to the two of us!"

My uncle’s eyes flicked to the wreckage where Matteo lay half-conscious and bleeding. “He was an alliance.” “And she isn’t a contract.” The rain intensified, soaking through the torn silk clinging to my skin. I was shaking – but not from cold. From memory. From betrayal. From the crushing realization that this man—this man who taught me to read maps and ride horses and speak three languages – Was willing to hunt me. I knew he only did that to have me by his side. To help with his schemes. “For someone who claims to love her,” my uncle said quietly, “you have an extraordinary way of bringing war to her doorstep.”