Your Uncle's My Husband Now นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My uncle is not yet here, and I think he must be preparing himself to get the title of a CEO today. "Hi, Alicia," Hearing his annoying voice behind me, I turn to see him standing with his devilish wife beside him, both smiling innocently at me. If I was not aware of what they have done, I swear I would think they are the sweetest people on earth. "Hi, uncle, Aunt," I reply to them with a smile, since I have to pretend nothing is going on. I don't want him to do something stupid here. The last thing I want now is someone getting hurt in this building.

He replied explaining his sudden visit and reminding me that this is grandfather's home. I sat down on the chair, still staring uncle in the eyes. "I understand what you're saying, uncle, but you can't stay here since my wife and I are still on our honeymoon and I don't want to be bothered," I said. Uncle also sat in front of the chair that was across my table, as he listened to my reply while I displayed a bored expression in front of him. He was surprised when I remarked, "but I heard it was an arranged marriage? The one father planned when he had a drinking match with his friend."

Mom m didn't let me finish. "Are you his wife? What sort of illegal care!" "Mom? Will you listen to me?" "My sister said that you have to sleep around with your uncle!" "What?" "Yes," My aunt nodded. "I found out," "I don't sleep with your husband, I wouldn't do such, I mean he's my uncle and you are my aunt why do you think that's even possible?" "He confessed to it," "This is blackmail and I'm clearing away from that." "People tell me about you both, visiting hotels and fucking each other. Ariella? That's my husband, my husband, he gave me a ring, he met my parents, and he paid my dowry. Come on you are way too big for this mess."

Ray. "Audrey" Aunt Stacey draws me back to the present. "Your uncle–" she starts to say but I cut her off "He is not my uncle" I say through gritted teeth. "My husband, h-he is in a lot of debt. We don't have any money for your college"

he said as he tried to reach for my hands, and again I moved away and took a sip on my drink. “One more bottle, please,” I ordered. “No, I think you’ve had enough for tonight,” Jade stopped me. “You’re not my husband; you can’t tell me what to do.” “I know, but you’re with me; my uncle is not here to stop you,” he said, and I laughed. “What’s funny?” He looked clueless. “Your uncle, haha—you are here out with your uncle’s wife.” I honestly don’t know what I was saying but was certain the uncle was starting to get at me.

Lily looked up when her uncle called out. "I don't know what to say in the afterlife, Lily. Your late father must be angry that I couldn't make you happy. You took the wrong step, dear," her uncle said with a sad face. "Your new husband seems very cruel. I'm not sure you can be happy. He-" "Have you spoken?" cut in Keenan who had appeared out of nowhere. "She is now my wife. From now on, she and the child will live with me. Go away!"

I led the way, and he trailed behind me. As soon as I got in, I motioned at a. hair for him. “I'm not here to chat,” I inhaled deeply before giving a reply, “what do you want, uncle?” “I want to understand what you, and that your chipmunk husband are doing.” “Running a company,” I replied,

"You don't like your sibling's husbands or spouses at all. I'm pretty sure I won't like your woman when you finally find her." "That's completely fine by me. But for now, I still have the pleasure of hating your husband." Arthur chuckles, but he does not look up, their midnight encounter fresh in his memory. It will take a lot to make this man like him and he's not even fishing for that. "So, Mr Worth, tell me something. You are her ex husband's uncle. Don't you think that weird as fuck? You probably only look young but you're nearing your mind life crisis."

‘Could it be that I actually care about his uncle? “What would people say if they found out you’re dating my uncle?” Neven continued, voice venomous, his breath hot against my ear. “They’ll probably call you a gold-digging whore. Is that what you want?” His fingers dug harder into my jaw, possessive and cruel, as the distant swell of the waltz drifted mockingly down the hallway.

"Uncle Matt, yes, I will marry you." I lay on the hospital bed, phone pressed to my ear, my other hand limp at my side as my vacant eyes lingered on the bloodstained bandages around my wrist. How many times had I tried to end my life? I could no longer remember. All I knew was that whenever the waves of despair came crashing down, I felt no desire to keep on living. On the other end of the line, Matt Harlem corrected me, "Audrey, I am John's uncle, not yours. You should call me 'Matt.' Or, 'honey'."