Your Uncle's My Husband Now นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“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.

The way he spoke about his daughter showed that he loves her so much so why was he acting this way. I stood there, looking at my uncle, trying to understand what was driving him to push Mika into marriage. He'd always been a devoted father, doing everything to ensure her happiness and safety. But now, his actions seemed so out of character. "Uncle, please," I said, my voice softer now. "Tell me what's going on. Why are you doing this? I promise I won't tell Mika." My uncle's gaze drifted back to the window, his eyes clouding over. "I have brain cancer, Adrian," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've got maybe a few months left."

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

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.

I needed to stop this. The thought arrived clear and urgent through the warmth that was currently making it very difficult to think about anything else. I needed to stop this right now, because this was Ares Callahan, and I was standing in his bedroom in the middle of the night, and whatever was happening in this small charged space between us was something I had absolutely no business letting happen. He was Derek's uncle. I was Derek's wife. "Ares." My voice was not as steady as I needed it to be. "I'm still married to Derek. He's your nephew. This—" I gestured vaguely at the space between us, the small impossible distance. "I'm his wife."

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.

"She'd probably tell me to go back to the dance floor and forget I saw you." "And yet here you are." "And yet here I am." I looked at him. "I told you. I'm here to make the worst decision of my life. Wise decisions are for normal nights." He studied me. "What happened?" "My husband," I said. "And my sister. Together. In my bed. On our anniversary." Three seconds of silence. "Today?" His eyebrow lifted. "A few hours ago." Something that looked like anger crossed his expression briefly. "And you came here."

Donald whispered. Uncle? Anne's heart stopped. Hades looked at Donald with cold eyes. "You're causing a scene. Leave my fiancée alone.”

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.”

THE MOVE ELENA'S POV Sophia arrives at my old apartment at eight in the morning carrying two extra-large coffees and a box of croissants and wearing the expression she gets when she has several things to say and is deciding the order in which to say them. She sets everything on the kitchen counter, she looks at me. "You signed a contract marriage," she says. "With Lucien Blackwood." "Yes." "The man who is your ex-husband's uncle." "Yes."