When He Chose His Mistress, I Chose His Uncle の小説・ストーリー

He had given that response so smoothly, you wouldn't have the slightest idea he had just locked lips with the nervous looking woman before him. She reminded me of.... "Right. I'm sorry." Enzo's words pulled me out of my brief moment of thoughts. "Let's go then." "Great." Uncle Barone exhaled, placing his hands on Stacy's shoulders, and gently pushing her aside so he could walk through. I smiled to myself as Stacy shrugged his hand off her shoulders. Now I could only wonder... Was this just a thing that had happened in the spur of the moment, or had uncle Barone been nurturing these desires of his for a while now?

He asked. “Yes, it was a one-night stand that turned into something,” I confirmed. “You’re an amazing woman, and these men will regret ever letting you go, but what I don’t understand is why Jade’s uncle pretended to be married to you.” “I also don’t understand that,” I said, and he got my hands again. "Well, it’s my win then,” he said, confusing me. “Do you want me to kneel to ask for a chance? I’m not going to let you go. Please understand me.”

Around her, guests lay dazed or clinging to one another, their faces pale, eyes empty as if someone had lifted their will and tucked it away. The risen one — the brother who had called himself more than a man — stood a few steps away. He moved with the kind of quiet confidence that belonged to predators and kings. Blood had sealed his earlier wound; the flesh had mended as though time itself complied with him. There was an ache in Kira’s chest when she looked up at him, an ache that tasted of betrayal and something far older, like a debt owed to the elements. “You chose to fight,” he said softly, and his voice did not echo empty cruelty so much as a verdict. “You would break the law written

I could smell her expensive perfume, a sharp contrast to the sweat and exhaustion still clinging to my body. "Do you know why I don't believe it? Because a man like Alexandro De Luca can get any woman he wants." She pointed at my face. "And clearly not a face like that." I clutched my necklace, my fingers trembling. She turned to my uncle. "Daddy really believes that man chose her? Did he see the photo clearly?" "I was there. He knew exactly who he chose," my uncle replied. Elena laughed loudly, a laugh that held no joy at all.

Charvie was quick to place a hand on Jessamine's lips. "Stop being noisy, I said mine calmly." "Bryan's uncle, Is he old? Like old... white-haired old." Jessamine lowered her voice, trying not to yell. 'Old...nah, she was sure Cruz was older than her, because being her ex's uncle says it all, but not the kind of old Jessa had in mind...Jessa loved hot guys and she could die for one, if she saw Cruz, she wondered what would be her reaction.' "I had no choice, he was better than a cheat." Charvie shrugged keeping Jessamine in a suspense Jessa didn't like.

“Fit what lawsuits. On the first day of giving him food to celebrate the new year, I saw the two of them kissing. That's it, during the conversation, wherever his lover went to work, my uncle changed from hugging and kissing to complimenting the other side. When that person is absent, it is like praising him or her with all sorts of things. Words like that he heard for years. But every time his uncle saw his lover make a delicious dish, he would always chase me well. In the end, I had tasted his lover's skill. Tasty. It can only be said that it is excellent, but why would my uncle not let me stay? So uninteresting." “So romantic. What's your uncle's name? What's your uncle's lover's name?" “

Nonetheless, I knew we were not meant to be, so I wrote my feelings for him in the diary. If Benjamin had not read the diary, I would have lived on as the obedient niece… but that was not the case. He read my diary and tore it into pieces. He thought I was disgusting to develop a romantic feeling for him. "What is wrong with you? I'm your uncle! Yes, we're not related by blood, but I'll forever be your uncle. And that's all!"

“You and me, we don’t make sense. I don’t want to be the chairman’s wife, and I will not marry you. Please give up.” She walked past him to leave, but he grabbed her again while fiercely rebuking, “Do you really wish to be my uncle’s mistress so badly?” “I…” Anger was surging to her head; she ought to just slap his face right that second. However, she suppressed her rage and deliberately chuckled, “You’re right. I’d rather be a mistress than be with you again! I’ll never forget the fact that your mother killed my father!” She angrily threw his hands off her and walked away with a cold expression.

"You really think I can't see through you? You showed up like this on purpose, hoping I'd snap in front of everyone." Sofia's face was drained of color. I rose and looked down at her. "But you miscalculated one thing. I'm now part of the Moretti family. If Daniele really cares about you, I'll make sure you two get exactly what you deserve." Sofia shifted, uneasy. "What do you mean?" My voice stayed even. "I'll have Daniele take you in as his official mistress. Comare. Do you know what that word means?"

Looking back now, everything felt almost impossible to believe. There had once been a girl whose entire future had shattered before her eyes. Her mate had chosen someone else.... Her best friend. The two people she had trusted most had walked away together, leaving behind nothing but heartbreak and betrayal. At the time, I believed that was the end of my story. How wonderfully mistaken I had been because my mate chose my best friend. And then, his uncle claimed me. Not because fate demanded it. Not because duty required it. But because he had already spent lifetimes quietly loving me before I ever learned to love him back.