Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off Ex Novels & Stories

But my thumb moved on its own, and the words came up, one after another, like blows. *Married her ex's UNCLE?? In one night?? 😂😂* *Gold digger. Obviously.* *Poor Ryan. And that sweet girl carrying his baby. Some people have no shame.* *She saw the big money and ran. Disgusting.* *I bet she planned the whole thing. The uncle is probably 60.* *Imagine being so desperate.* *Hope she's happy with her purchase.* There were thousands of them.

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.”

I was standing near the edge of the room, finally alone for a moment, when Marcus found me. "You look happy," he said, though his tone suggested the opposite observation entirely. "Married to my uncle. That's quite the upgrade." "Don't." "I'm just saying. A few weeks ago you were crying in my driveway, and now look at you." He stepped closer than was comfortable, close enough that I caught the smell of whiskey on his breath. "Tell me something. Does he know? About us? About everything we had before all this?" "There is no us, Marcus. There hasn't been for weeks."

“There’s never just one move with someone like that. If we don’t understand why he’s doing this, the next time he comes at you, we’ll be completely exposed. Start talking.” Fine. It's better to give him the warning now. “I like Scarlett. Jaxen found out.” My uncle’s pupils blew wide. “You… like Jaxen’s ex-wife?” “Yeah,” I nodded once. “Are you out of your goddamn mind?” He slammed his palm flat on the desk, hard enough to make the pen holder jump. “You and Jaxen grew up together. The ink on his divorce papers is barely dry, and you’re already after his ex-wife? Have you any shame left?”

SASHA’S POV Big smiles spread across my face and my husband Vincent’s as we confirmed our marriage was official. “I wonder… can I still call you Uncle Vincent?” I whispered. “Seriously? Calling your husband ‘uncle’?” he teased. “It feels odd using Honey or Hubby.” “Whatever feels right in bed, baby,” Vincent said, his genuine smile making me blush. “You keep grinning!” I said. “Can’t help it. I’m thrilled to make us official. I can love you the right way now.”

"Don't be silly, you sweated, trained and burnt yourself out for this award and I am so proud of you..." "We are both proud of you, congrats Alicia..." her uncle came up As soon as uncle Nick Nick this slipped his hand into that's off his wife and even from a mile away you could easily see how she instantly stiffen up at the spot. "Thank you both for coming to congratulate me...I wish I could say the same for everyone though..." "Is your ex-husband here?"Nick asked his eyes slitting up. It looks like I'm popular love our father said I bet they're going to gossip about me really I thought you will behave everyday gossip about you just watch your mum is going to tell them that she wants me kic

"But what about the woman you were with? You seemed excited about her." "I was, but I don't like talking about it. But I'll talk to you because we talk about everything. As you know, I was forced to break up with her, and now..." He smiled awkwardly. "For some reason, she married my uncle, Richard." "That scoundrel, it seems he always wants everything that's yours!" she grumbled, hitting the table in anger.

“I know you were using him to get back at me in Miami. We’re back home. You can drop the act now.” I would’ve, except that I was now interested in Saint and wasn’t going to leave him alone just because he was my ex’s uncle. “Not everything is about you.” I faked a smile at him and tried to push past him but he didn’t let me go through the door. Instead, he pushed me back and I would’ve fallen if I didn’t get my balance quickly. “What the hell is your problem?” “You!” He didn’t hesitate to say. “Get the fuck out.”

“Be careful, okay?” “You, too.” He hugged me tight. “Please tell your husband how you feel about him.” I chuckled as we pulled apart. “You should find a date.” “You should give me a nephew.” “Shut up.” “Sis, stay away from your ex. He owes thirty grand to a local mobster. He’s good as dead.”

I was just doing other women a service by creating awareness about how much of a monster he was… When I didn't respond to him, he reached for my hand, and I quickly jerked away from his touch. "Get off me!" I warned sternly, even though his lips were still curled up into a mocking smile. I knew it might be funny to him, but it wasn't to me, and I wouldn't mind smacking his face to remind him that I'm his uncle's wife and he shouldn't be touching me that way. "What? You think I can't touch you anymore because you're with my uncle?"