For years, i have been hopelessly in love with my uncle, who has always been a comforting figure in her life. I know it's not right. Trust me, i do. But my love is not a simple, innocent affection—it’s a dark, consuming obsession. My feelings for him have been building up for years. Distance can never be a barrier to my feelings for my uncle. When i got accepted into college in my city, I seized the chance to move in with him, determined to be close to the man I love. Living under his roof, my feelings grew deeper, and my desperation became more dangerous. “He doesn’t see me. Not like I want him to. But damn it, I can’t stop wanting him.” "I’d burn my whole world down if it meant he’d notice me for one second.” There’s just one problem: My uncle is engaged to another woman. “She doesn’t even know him the way I do. How could she be his wife? I’ve known him my whole life." "No one can ever take him away from me. I have always been HIS, and I will surely make him MINE. "MY UNCLE IS MINE"
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“Lara, listen to me,” my mom’s voice was gentle but firm as she stood by the door. “You need to promise me something.” I turned to look at her, a puzzled frown on my face. “What is it, Mom?” “Promise me you won't give your uncle a tough time,” she said, her eyes softening. “He’s been kind enough to let you stay with him now that you’ve transferred to his city. It’s a big change, and he’s doing this for you because he cares.” I sighed, trying to brush off the conversation. “I know, Mom. I’ll be fine.” She stepped forward, cupping my face in her hands. “I mean it, Lara. Be patient with him, okay?” “Okay, okay,” I nodded, giving her a small smile. “I promise.” She looked relieved, a smile touching her lips. “Good. Now, you should get some sleep. Tomorrow’s going to be a long day.” I nodded, watching as she gave me one last look before leaving my room, closing the door behind her. I sat down on the edge of my bed, staring at my packed bags. It was really happening. I was finally going to be in his city—finally going to be with him. I laid down and pulled open my bedside drawer. From it, I took out an old, slightly worn photograph. It was a picture of me at ten years old, smiling brightly, and beside me was Aiden, twenty-six at that time. I traced my fingers over his face. He looked so young, yet even then, I had admired him so much. My heart swelled with emotions as I stared at the photo. “I’m coming to you, Uncle Aiden,” I whispered to the picture. I pressed the photograph against my chest, feeling its edges dig into my skin slightly. It was comforting, like he was right here with me. Soon, it wouldn’t just be this picture. I’d see him every day. With that thought, I let my eyes close, a smile resting on my lips as I drifted into sleep. Tomorrow would change everything. ----- As I settled into my seat on the plane, I let out a deep breath. The city I was leaving behind felt like a distant memory already. All I could think of was what lay ahead. I glanced out the window, watching as the ground slowly disappeared beneath the clouds. My heart pounded with excitement and nervousness. I hadn’t seen him in so long, and now, I’d be living with him. "What would it be like? How had he changed?" I closed my eyes, imagining him waiting for me at the airport, the way I’d pictured it countless times. I could almost feel his arms wrapping around me in a comforting hug, the reassurance that he was really there. The plane landed with a slight jolt, waking me from the light sleep I had drifted into. I blinked, adjusting my eyes to the sudden flurry of activity as passengers gathered their belongings. My fingers reached for my phone, and I turned it on as soon as I could. My heart raced as I scanned for any messages. Something from my Uncle. "Nothing?" I sighed. I shook my head, trying to ignore the slight sting of disappointment. He must be waiting at the airport. He probably just didn’t have time to send me a text, right? I quickly made my way out of the plane and into the arrival terminal. I walked out of the terminal into the cool evening air. The city buzzed with life around me, but all I could think about was him, my uncle, My Aiden. I wondered how he looked now. It had been so long since I’d last seen him, and the memories of his smile, his sharp eyes, and the way his hair fell over his forehead all flooded back to me. Had he changed much? Would he still recognize me the same way I would recognize him? My heart fluttered slightly at the thought of seeing him again, and I found myself smiling just a little. He had always made me feel safe, and all I wanted was to see his face waiting for me among the crowd. I glanced around, expecting to see him. My eyes moved eagerly from face to face until they finally stopped. My gaze fell on a young man in a black suit with brown hair, standing near a car with a polite smile on his face. My heart sank instantly. "Really? He sent someone else to pick me up?" Disappointment hit me hard. I didn’t want a driver. I wanted him. He was supposed to be here, to greet me, to take me home. I clenched my jaw, walking straight past the driver without acknowledging him. I wasn’t going to let someone else pick me up like some errand. Without hesitation, I hailed a taxi and gave the driver the address of a nearby hotel. If Uncle Aiden thought sending a driver was enough, he was dead wrong. I’d wait for him—on my terms. By the time I reached the hotel, the exhaustion from the long flight weighed heavily on me. I checked in and collapsed onto the bed, letting out a deep sigh. The soft mattress eased the tension in my body, but my mind was still racing. I grabbed my phone, scrolling through the messages that had come in. One from him finally popped up. "Princess, have you landed safely? I sent my driver to pick you up. We’ll meet at home later." I rolled my eyes and tossed the phone down. "Later? No." I wasn’t some afterthought. He was supposed to come himself, to make me feel like I was his priority, to make me feel safe and above all to make me feel loved by him. Instead, I was sitting here alone in a hotel room, waiting for him to figure it out. As the hours passed by, the city outside my window grew darker. The lights flickered, and the night thickened. Yet, still no sign of him. No more messages, no missed calls. "Why the hell isn't he calling nor texting?" "Does he not care about me?"Lara’s POV I sat in class, staring at the board, but nothing the professor said made sense to me. My pen hovered over my notebook, but I hadn’t written a single word. My mind was somewhere else—back in that house, in Aiden’s arms, feeling the heat of his touch, the intensity of his gaze, the way his lips had claimed mine like he had been starving for me. I swallowed hard, shifting in my seat as the memory replayed in my head. He hadn’t just kissed me—he had wanted me. I saw it in his eyes, felt it in the way he held me, the way his hands trembled slightly when they touched my skin. But then he pulled back, like he was fighting against something, like he was trying to convince himself it was wrong. I pressed my fingers against my lips, still able to feel the ghost of his kiss. Aiden didn’t want to admit it, but I knew the truth now—he felt it too. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. He just didn’t want to accept it. The realization made my heart pound. If he truly didn’t
Elena’s POV Jessica leaned in, her eyes practically glowing with excitement. "Elena, you won’t believe this," she said, gripping my hand. "I got you the opportunity you’ve been waiting for!" I blinked at her, confused. "What opportunity?" She scoffed. "Don’t play dumb. The modelling deal with Luxe Vogue! They want you as their new face!" My heart skipped a beat. "Luxe Vogue?" I repeated, almost in a whisper. That was the biggest fashion brand I had dreamed of working with. It wasn’t just any modelling job—it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Jessica grinned. "Yes! You’ll be flying out this week for the campaign shoot. This is huge, Elena!" Reality hit me like a truck. This week? My wedding was supposed to be this weekend. I hesitated, biting my lip. "Jess… I’m gettin
Elena’s POV That fucking Aiden. I gripped my phone so tightly I thought I’d break it. Who the hell did he think he was? Leaving me like that, embarrassing me in front of everyone, ignoring all my damn calls? Twenty. Freaking. Calls. I wanted to scream. No, I wanted to throw something—preferably at his stupid, gorgeous face. I sat on the couch, my jaw clenched, my leg bouncing with pure frustration. The whispers from last night still echoed in my ears, the fake pity, the judgmental stares. Everyone saw it. “Elena.” I turned my head sharply to see my father walking in, looking composed as ever, like his daughter wasn’t on the verge of committing murder. “Are you still
AIDEN POV Her body tensed for a second, like she was caught between pushing me away and giving in. But the moment my lips moved against hers, claiming her, something shifted. She let out a soft, shaky breath, and I felt her melt, just a little. I deepened the kiss, my grip tightening around her waist, pulling her impossibly close. Her hands, which had been pressed against my chest, fisted my shirt instead, as if she needed something to hold on to. She tasted warm, sweet, and completely addictive. I groaned against her mouth, my tongue sliding against hers, demanding more. She gasped into the kiss, her fingers curling tighter, her body pressing against mine. The damn bedsheet was the only thing between us, and it was barely holding on. One of my hands moved up,
Lara’s POV Shit. My mind snapped back to reality as my Uncle's voice came from the other side of the door. “Lara, are you okay?” I blinked, my breathing still uneven. That was when I realized—I was completely naked on the floor. My face burned with embarrassment as I scrambled onto the bed, yanking the white bedsheet around me, covering myself as best as I could. It was thin, almost useless, but it was the only thing within reach. My breath was still unsteady, my heart hammering in my chest. “I’m fine!” I called out, my voice shaky, not from fear, but from… something else. He didn’t sound convinced. “Lara, open the door.” “No,” I shot back quickly. “Just go to sleep. I’m fine, seriously.” I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping he would just leave. But I could hear his footsteps pacing outside my door. “Lara,” his voice came again, low and firm, “at least let me see you. Just for a second. Let me confirm you’re really fine.” My heart pounded. He wasn’t going to let this go.
Aiden’s POV I shut the door behind me, leaning against it for a moment before letting out a heavy breath. What the hell was wrong with me? I crossed the room, pulling off my tie and tossing it onto the chair, but it didn’t help ease the tension in my chest. My mind was a complete mess. That kiss… What was I even thinking? I dropped onto the edge of the bed, rubbing my hands over my face. How do I even explain something like that? “Sorry, Lara, I kissed you because I couldn’t handle seeing another man touch you”? It sounded ridiculous. Worse, it sounded possessive. I’d warned her to stay away from Jake, not to let him get too close, but she didn’t listen. And seeing her with him, and letting him hold her… Darm..... It was like something inside me snapped. I couldn’t stop myself.
Lara's POV The car ride home was suffocatingly silent. Aiden’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his knuckles slightly pale. I sat beside him, my hands clutching my dress nervously. The tension in the air was thick, and I dared not speak. When we finally reached home, he stepped out of the car without a word. I hesitated, watching him walk toward the front door, his posture stiff and unyielding. Gathering my courage, I followed him inside. The moment the door closed behind me, Aiden turned, his piercing gaze locking onto mine. "Go to your room," he said, his voice low and commanding. I froze, the authority in his tone making my heart race. "But—" "Now, Lara," he interrupted, his eyes narrowing dangerously. I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his unspoken words. Without another word, I turned and ascended the stairs, my legs trembling with each step. Once in my room, I shut the door and leaned against it, my mind a tangled mess of emotions I couldn’t untangle For t
Aiden's POV The sight made my blood boil. Jake stood too close to Lara, his posture casual, but his presence invasive. Lara looked pale, her wide eyes snapping to me as the door opened. “Jake,” I said coldly, stepping into the room. My voice cut through the tension like a blade. He turned to me, his expression calm, almost smug. “Aiden,” he greeted smoothly, as if my interruption was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. Lara looked like she wanted to say something, but she didn’t. Her lips parted, then closed again as if she couldn’t find the words. Her silence unnerved me. Jake gave me a nod, brushing past me without another word. “I’ll leave you two to it,” he said, his tone maddeningly nonchalant as he exited the room. As the door clicked shut behind him, my gaze fell on Lara. She lo
Lara’s POV The world seemed to tilt as Jake spun me, my breath hitching from the sudden motion. But when the spinning stopped, I realized I was no longer in Jake’s arms. Instead, I found myself pressed against a chest that was far too familiar, strong, and unyielding. My uncle, Aiden. I froze, feeling his hands steady me, one firm on my waist, almost possessive and the other lightly brushing my back. His piercing gaze locked onto mine, and the air between us grew thick—too thick. My heart raced, and a strange chill ran down my spine, making my body tense against his. I blinked in confusion. How had I ended up here? A quick glance to the side revealed Elena in Jake’s arms, her eyes wide with disbelief and her body stiff. It was as if the dance floor had momentarily swallowed everyone else, leaving the four of us trapped in a strange, unintended exchange. "Uncle," I breathed, my voice barely audible over the music.
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