Wrong Room Sleeping With My Fiances Uncle Novels & Stories

I want to turn around but it is still late. "You little bitch. I know you are sleeping with my uncle, and that is why he kicked me out of my apartment! Everybody, look at my uncle's new little plaything. My Playboy of her uncle wanted her so close to him, He gave her my apartment, which is just underneath his penthouse. Do you all think it is a coincidence?" Sienna says loudly. I'm sure everybody in the shop can hear it.

“Wow!.....I thought it was a dream when I saw you at dinner…Now you're kissing my uncle who has a 25 year gap….You want to have revenge so bad…Don't you?” I crossed my arms. “Say what you came to say and leave.” “So it’s true,” he said. “You married him.” “I didn’t invite you here…..Why in fact are you here?” He ignored that. “My uncle…..Of all people.” I felt something sharp twist in my chest. “You really think I planned this around you?” I snapped. “You tell me,” he shot back. “You disappear. Then suddenly you’re married to one of the most powerful men in the world…..who is my uncle.”

Grace thought she had finally found a family when the wealthy Wells family adopted her. To win their love, she became everything they wanted—obedient, perfect, and the ideal substitute for their lost daughter. The only person she truly believed cared for her was her boyfriend, Lucas Marino. But her world shattered the day the real daughter returned. Overnight, Grace was cast aside, treated as nothing but a shadow of someone else. Lucas, the man she trusted most, revealed his true heart—he had only ever seen her as a stand-in. Heartbroken and betrayed, grace got drunk and an got in an accident. The accident brought her face-to-face with Ethan Marino—Lucas’s uncle and the powerful head of

“With one of the VIPs.” Her eyes widened slightly. “Yo, Vanezza” My voice cracked. “He’s old.” “Very old.” “Old enough to be my father.” The room went quiet. “I’m messed up,” I whispered. “Am I going to keep living my life like this?” “All this just for money?” She stared at me for a moment. Then suddenly she grabbed my wrist and dragged me to sit beside her on the bed. “Calm the hell down.” “What is wrong with you?”

He was looking at me like he could still see me pinned to his bed, helpless and crying out his name. The contrast was making me dizzy. Around us, my uncles were arguing about football. Aunt Lisa was complaining about the heat, and my mom was laughing loudly. They were a normal family having a normal breakfast. And right in front of them, my cousin was tracing his foot up my inner thigh, playing a game that could ruin both of our lives if his shoe moved an inch too far. Halfway through the breakfast, while Aunt Lydia was busy bragging about her husband's new boat, my phone vibrated in my lap.

Her hand moved down and touched my erection through my shorts. We both heard the TV come to life and looked up. A hotel room decorated in a tropical theme. Mom and Dad, naked, him fully erect, the bed stripped of all but the bottom sheet. A knock on the door. Mom walks over, her perfect ass swaying, opens the door. My Aunt and Uncle stroll in laughing. My Aunt goes up to Dad, hugs him. Oh, Sam, you're ahead of us. I see my Uncle George hug Mom. "Nice touch, sis."

She had always belonged to me. The memory darkened as the night wore on. I saw her drink—glass after glass of wine. Saw the tension loosen in her shoulders, the careful control she wore begin to slip. I watched her grow tipsy, watched the warmth rise in her cheeks, the way she laughed a little too freely. And then she went upstairs. My jaw tightened even now at the thought. Was she really going to spend the night with my nephew? The idea made something violent stir in my chest. My hands curled into fists at the memory. I had wanted to hit something. Someone.

"I spent a long time believing she simply stopped loving me. Finding out someone engineered that belief on purpose was its own kind of heartbreak, layered right on top of the first one." Diane let the silence sit for a moment before continuing. "There's been a lot written about this family in the last few weeks. Forged documents, a scandal involving your nephew, allegations against your mother, and the death of your uncle. That's an enormous amount to carry. How are you both doing, honestly, underneath all of it?" "Exhausted," Ivy admitted, a small, surprised laugh escaping her. "Honestly, I'm exhausted. But also, for the first time in three years, not alone in carrying it, and that's what b

What did Luna Elena do? Valen finally stopped, pushing open a door. Like the rest of the house, the bedroom was completely bland. “I can practically hear the questions spinning in your head with how loud your heart is beating,” he said softly, leading me into an attached bathroom with the biggest soaking tub I’d ever seen. Shit. Was I really that obvious? “I—I’m sorry,” I stammered, crossing my arms over my chest. “I was just—” “My aunt died, Nyxaria,” he interrupted quietly. A small, empty smile touched his lips as he shrugged. “But it’s fine. Things like this happen.”

I added, my toes curled. Damn me, I hated that I had to use him this way, but I really didn't have a choice. Hopefully he will forgive me when he finds out what I really mean by not wanting this relationship to end. Scratch that—I was certain he was just after having sex with me. “I can always find a way to tell my father about how we ended the relationship, but what were you doing with Jace in that room?” he asked, and I sighed. Clutching his shirt while tipping my head up to stare at his devilish handsome face, “He dragged me into the room while I was wandering aimlessly because I got lost.” I scratched the back of my hair with a pout.