Your Uncle Is My Husband Now นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They were related. As if my world wasn’t already chaotic and complicated enough now I had to deal with all this. It was like I was living in some of kind of sick and twisted simulation and whoever was controlling it was getting off on seeing me suffer. There was no other explanation. My husband and ex-boyfriend were uncle and nephew and I…oh, my God. This was the worst thing that could have possibly happened right now. Why had he not mentioned it before? But then again he had never seen Dylan’s face and I had never shown it to him. Maybe if I had shown him he would have told me then but I was not fully convinced.

“Don’t be too naive as a woman, Kimberly. You can be kind, but don’t be stupid.” “What do you mean?” Kimberly furrowed her brow, her gaze sharper at her husband’s uncle. Damian didn’t say much but suddenly grabbed Kimberly’s hand. He pulled his body close to hers. Kimberly was shocked when Damian hugged her tightly. “L–let me go, U–Uncle!” Kimberly hit the man’s muscular arm. “Call my name, Kim,” Damian whispered hoarsely in front of Kimberly. “Don’t be ridiculous, Uncle! Let me go! My husband might see!” Kimberly said firmly mixed with real panic.

I could bet that the one thing he was running from was marriage, which I'm sure Uncle would try to drive into him as soon as he found him. I entered my office and picked up the phone immediately. It rang once. "Hello, Uncle, I need your help. My wife has been poisoned, and I need you to help me figure out who did this." "It is fine," came his simple reply, although in the most murderous tone possible.

I shook my head in refusal, trying my very best to dispel the thoughts and assumptions that the man I had a one-night stand with after my divorce, the man who had brought me back home, was actually related to my ex-husband and, even worse, his uncle. I laughed like a maniac, my fingers running through each strand of my hair as I kept my gaze locked on the plaque. I was now married to my own ex-husband's uncle? No… that didn't make any sense. It was just all in my head, right? I tried my best to keep my head intact, to keep my thoughts straight, but I just couldn't convince myself that this was all my imagination. It was real. I had signed a marriage contract with my ex-husband's uncle, and e

Without waiting to hear more rubbish from him I shut the door angrily, then I suddenly opened the door again because I had something important to tell him. “Well guess what? Your uncle chose me, this would be the last time we speak formally. I am now your uncle’s wife.” I said to him and closed the door with satisfaction. At the beginning of the conversation I really wanted to give him a punch on the face but I stopped myself because the look he had on his face was satisfactory enough for me. ## #### It was getting darker and almost time for my dinner with Jackson. The dress was so beautiful, he sure has a good taste in picking outfits.

And now, there was news that his own uncle had married her? He couldn't believe it. "This isn't true, right?" Ronan looked back and forth between Daniel and Martha. "How could Uncle marry Alexa?" His voice trembled. He was terrified that Devan might find out about his attempt to kidnap Alexa. His uncle, who was notorious for being ruthless and cold-blooded, would never let him off easily. "How could it happen? You dare ask how?!" Daniel raised his voice. "If you hadn't cheated on Alexa, she would never have married Devan!" His eyes widened with fury.

I wrapped both arms around my shoulders, shivering against the chill. My mind still couldn't piece together everything that had happened. I tried replaying the events, but they refused to line up properly. Johnson. Running. Duncan. The bond that snapped into place without warning. Duncan. Everyone knew who Duncan was. He hadn't left the pack quietly — he left because of what he did. He was Johnson's uncle. And now, I had been claimed by my ex-husband's uncle. My life could not have gotten worse than this. Then something stirred from deep within me. My wolf. She churned and pressed against my ribs, restless and insistent.

Nyla froze at Sasha’s pointed question, a faint blush crossing her face. She quickly adjusted her expression, frowning and denying, "You're overthinking it, Sasha." "Really? But that look in his eyes..." Sasha was about to press further. Nyla interrupted her, "And he's my uncle-in-law." This answer shocked Sasha, her mouth dropping open. "What? Uncle-in-law? You mean your husband's uncle?" "That's right," Nyla said firmly. "So please don't say that again."

The thought of Haliyah being with another man, especially Damon, made my anger worse. Damon wasn’t just any man. He was my uncle. Haliyah was my wife. She should have been at my side, not alone with him, hidden away from everyone else. She was mine. That was supposed to keep her from even entertaining the idea of another man, especially not someone from my own bloodline.

Julian began. My forehead creased. “Payment for the hotel,” he said. My eyes widened slightly in shock, and I felt a little pissed too. “Twenty million for the original payment. Another thirty million for your generosity in buying it.” I secretly let out a breath. “I-I don't need your money, Uncle,” Nathan stammered, trying his best to speak. I couldn't believe he was still that afraid of his uncle. “I'm her husband. It's my obligation to give that hotel to her.”