Your Uncle's My Husband Now Novels & Stories

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."

“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.”

“Go show her your room. You’ll be sharing it.” “What?!!! I-I mean... w-why? Isn’t that too... early, uncle?” Mr. William chuckled softly and reached out to ruffle my hair with fatherly affection. “You’re married now. It’s not appropriate for husband and wife to live separately. And stop calling me ‘uncle’. You’re part of the family now. Call me Dad.”

The title made my blood boil: "Diego Mendoza: My Uncle Destroyed My Marriage!" I pressed the play button with trembling hands. Diego sat in the studio with a fake sad expression. Beside him, Isabella sat gracefully, occasionally stroking his arm as if comforting him. "I don't know what else to say. I've lost the wife I loved because of my own uncle's actions. Julian Mendoza, my uncle, has destroyed my marriage." The journalist nodded sympathetically. "Can you tell us more details, Mr. Diego?"

"Daniel, I would advise you to watch your fucking mouth. That man you are talking to is my uncle, and Kayden is my husband, not some psycho." "Uncle?" I ask, my eyebrows raised. I run my hands through my hair. "Is this some joke?" I walk towards her table, resting my hands on it as I stare at her. "You are forgetting that we were married for years, Amelia, and in those years you never once said you had some uncle. Your grandmother never said it either." "Maybe she would have told you if you did not kill her!" She snaps back at me. Okay. This whole thing seems like some messed up scheme.

She approached her husband, hugged him around the neck as she leaned over the sofa, and kissed his cheek. "Alright, please deliver it to the house. Thank you." He hung up and kissed his wife's cheek. "How did it go?" "Well, my uncle… Gian… is sleeping with Tracey," she whispered. "I just checked on them." "You mean that young uncle of yours?" Sandro mumbled. He had already met the guy while Harvey followed him around. "Yup, that's him. But Mom doesn't know about him yet. I'll tell her later."

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.

A dress that I loved the moment I saw it. "This is really yours," he said. "Yes." "You built this." "Not alone." I glanced at Marcus. "Many people did." "My uncle gave it to you." "He gave me a chance. It was up to me what I did with it." I paused. "He's not here. He has no say. He told me that himself." At the word *husband,* Ryan flinched. I had not even said it. But he heard it anyway, in the ring on my left hand, which caught the light as I picked up my pen.

"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

~Eliza~ I still couldn’t believe it. Twisting my simple gold band on my finger, my heart thudded against my ribcage as it sank in that I was actually married. For the second time. To my ex-boyfriend. Who was also my ex-husband’s uncle. If the evidence weren’t staring me right in the eye this moment, I would dismiss this as a dream. It was as real as the deep blue colour of Atlas’ unsmiling eyes in the picture frame.