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Marrying the Ex Uncle Eighty four
Amanda's POVI couldn’t possibly have heard right. I was staring at Quinn, literal seconds away from my jaw dropping on the floor like a hopeless cause. And yet I still couldn’t believe I’d heard him right. Did Quinn really just ask me out on a date? I hesitated in giving a response, partly to avoid embarrassment if truly I’d heard right, and partly because I had no idea what I would even say if I’d heard right. “A date? To celebrate?” I repeated, just to check if he realized what he was asking me. “Yes,” he said. Nothing else. No more words to explain what he meant. “Um…okay…?” I hoped he could hear the hesitation in my voice. “Alright, we’ll leave in an hour.”With that, he exited the conference room, leaving me confused. Okay, what the hell just happened? And why was Quinn being nice to me? This definitely had to be a first. I frowned as I tried to analyze the situation. Was he planning something? Was this some sort of ploy? Because there was no way in hell I was trusting Quinn
Marrying the Ex Uncle Eighty five
Amanda’s POVWhat the fuck?! I was staring in anger, still wondering why the hell Logan was calling me. What the hell had given him the audacity to pick up his stupid phone and call me. What the hell? Thanks to this honeymoon, I had forgotten that Logan even existed. And now here he was again, disturbing the little peace I had managed to get. “Fuck off,” I swore as I ended the call and tossed my phone back into my bag. Seconds later, it was ringing again. I let out an angry groan as I snatched the phone out again.I was about to end the call again when I changed my mind. Let me hear what he had to say. I picked it up. "Hey, finally, Amanda,” Logan said. His voice sounded raspy and low, and I could tell that he was relieved that I picked up. Well, joke’s on him because I was in the mood for this bullshit. Hearing his voice had struck up anger, hot rage that reminded me of everything he had done to me. “What the hell do you want, Logan?” I asked, my tone brash.“I’m not here to fight,
Marrying the Ex Uncle Eighty six
Amanda’s POV“This is nice,” I said to Quinn, gesturing between us as we sat across from each other in the high end restaurant he had reserved for us. The date was going pretty well already. So far we had not argued about anything. We had been discussing business so far, and all the awkwardness I feared would consume us was non-existent. Quinn was actually good company as I’d come to learn, and I was actually enjoying myself. He smiled briefly and looked through our table. “Dessert?” he asked, and I nodded too quickly for my own good. I tried to downplay the embarrassing moment, but Quinn did not seem to mind. He chuckled heartily, leaning backwards as he fixed me with that dark gaze of his. “You’re adorable.”My stomach did back flips at the sound of his deep voice washing over me. And did Quinn just compliment me, again? Wow. I almost believed again that this entire night was just all part of a dream conjuring in my mind. I was actually having fun with Quinn. In what universe was
Marrying the Ex Uncle Eighty seven
Amanda's POVI was literally seconds away from screaming. The excitement flowing through me spread from my chest right down to the tips of my toes. Quinn and I had almost kissed! What the hell was that, even? And why had it felt so tense, so intimate? And it wasn't for performance or for show. It felt like he was really about to kiss me…I think. Was he? Now I couldn't tell anymore. Or had I been fantasizing about him so much that I misread his body language? We definitely had a good time today, he was nice, we even talked about his father. But did that mean he found me attractive? Ugh, I didn't know the rules to this. I would ask Vanessa about it later because at this point I was clueless. I frowned when I realized she would tease me about it because from the very first day, she had anticipated a romance between Quinn and I. Did this mean that I was…falling for Quinn? My eyes widened and I shook my head as I thought about it. No, it couldn't be. There was no way. He was an attracti
Marrying the Ex Uncle Eighty-eight
Quinn's POVI struggled to ease the pressure off the champagne glass in my hand as I stared at Amanda at the other end of the hall. The party was in full swing, people talking and laughing, some dancing as well. Nikolai had greeted me enthusiastically when I first walked in, and I decided I was going to enjoy this party. It had been a while since I just relaxed and let myself drink and party. But as soon as I saw Amanda talking and giggling with Alex Dayne, I nearly exploded. I was still boiling as I watched them, contemplating walking over there and punching the bastard in the face for daring to talk to my wife in my presence. But I held myself back to avoid making a scene at the party. Besides, I'd already resolved to not give a fuck about Amanda or whatever she chose to do. She could talk to all the men at this fucking party for all I cared. Angrily, I looked away from there and walked to the other side where Nikolai and a few other business acquaintances of mine were drinking and
Marrying the Ex Uncle Eighty-Nine
Amanda’s POVSince Quinn badly wanted something to be mad about, I would give him just that. I leaned forward into Alex, pretending to laugh at his stupid jokes and putting in a facade of having so much fun. I couldn’t believe Alex was actually falling for it, so embarrassing for him. He was probably thinking he was going to get lucky tonight. Joke’s on him. I would run away right after I was done with this. I laughed loudly again for dramatic effect, not even bothering to check if Quinn was looking. I already knew he was staring daggers at me. Perfect. Alex continued to engage me in conversation until I was bored out of mind. “Would you like to dance?” He asked. I was about to decline, but when I remembered that Quinn was watching, I immediately changed my mind. I would give Quinn one hell of a show since that’s what he was looking for. Alex held out a hand to me with a sleazy smile plastered on his face, and I fought the urge to roll my eyes at that. “Sure,” I smiled. “I would l
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Amanda’s POVMy eyes fluttered open as a beam of sunlight hit my face. I groaned lightly as I stretched on the sift sheets beneath me and forced my eyes open. I was feeling so groggy, in a strange kind of way, like I was completely exhausted but also more energetic than I’d been in a very long time. At that moment, flashbacks of last night came rushing back, staining my face with a reddish tinge. Fuck, last night had been completely crazy. I honestly could not believe that Quinn and I had had sex last night! Oh my goodness! I was freaking out so bad now that I almost thought I might have a panic attack or something. “Oh my God,” I whispered under my breath as I shut my eyes and thought of what to do. One glance at the side already showed me that Quinn was nowhere to be found. Okay, maybe that was a good thing. I needed some time alone to fully process my feelings. This was completely insane. If someone told me I would be tangled up in the sheets with Quinn at all, I probably have cu
Marrying the Ex Uncle Ninety one
Amanda's POV"You have to tell me everything!" Vanessa held again. I tried hard not to laugh. She had finished with her screaming in disbelief and was now back in front of her laptop facing me. "I will..""Tell me right now! Was he big? Wait, scratch that, I am a hundred percent sure he is. I mean, look at the muscles on that man. Not to mention his big hands and feet. You know what they say about men's feet being the same size are their–""Vanessa," I cut her off, burning with embarrassment. "We'll talk about that later. I called you because I feel so…confused."She stared at me as though I had said something abominable, and then a naughty expression lit up her face. "If you're referring to the kind of 'naughty' I think you are, then that's normal, baby. Who wouldn't be confused after having their brains fucked out by that Greek god of a man?"I groaned into my pillow and shook my head. Well, she was right. But still. It was different. "That's not what I mean, Nessa. I'm just…I mean
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Marrying the Ex Uncle One hundred and eighteen
QuinnRobert leaned back in his office chair, rubbing his temples as he stared at the spreadsheets displayed on his computer screen. The day had been long and riddled with minor frustrations, but he couldn’t afford to slow down. Just as he was about to focus on the next task, his phone buzzed. It was the receptionist.“Sir,” the receptionist said politely, “there’s someone here who wants to see you. He says it’s important.”Robert frowned, briefly glancing at the clock on his desk. He wasn’t expecting anyone. “Did he give his name?”“No, sir. He just said it concerns something you’d want to see.”After a moment of consideration, Robert sighed and straightened in his chair. “Fine. Send him in.”A few minutes later, the door opened, and a tall, middle-aged man in a crisp gray suit stepped in. His expression was neutral, professional, but there was a sharpness in his eyes that immediately caught Robert’s attention.It was his private investigator.“Good afternoon, sir,” the man greeted,
Marrying the Ex Uncle One hundred and seventeen
Abigail sat in her office, her phone resting in her hand, the screen still glowing with Gabriel’s name in her inbox. The brief exchange weighed on her mind, stirring emotions she’d thought buried long ago. “Who are you texting?” Sarah asked, her tone casual but curious.Abigail hesitated, her thumb brushing against the phone’s edge before setting it down. “It’s Gabriel,” she admitted, her voice calm.Sarah’s demeanor shifted instantly as her expression hardened.“What does that motherfucker want now?” she snapped, her words laced with contempt.Abigail took a deep breath. “He almost died,” she began, her voice steady. “And I saved him.”Sarah’s reaction was swift and sharp. “You saved him?” she exclaimed, her disbelief apparent. “You should’ve let him die, Abigail. After everything he’s done, you should’ve walked away.”Abigail’s gaze dropped to her desk, her fingers idly tracing the wood grain. “He’s still Daniella’s father, Sarah,” she said quietly. “I couldn’t face my daughter
Marrying the Ex Uncle One hundred and sixteen
CASSIE I could not thank the stars enough for saving my ass earlier this morning, yet again. My heart was still pounding from the close call I'd had with Julia. Even now as I stood in my room alone, I muttered a prayer of thanks for the fact that I'd been able to escape that situation. I could only imagine the look on her face if she'd seen the text message. There was nothing I would be able to say or do in my defence. The secret would have been revealed in the worst way possible and my entire life would have changed in the blink of an eye. For the worst. "Thank goodness," I said aloud to no one in particular. Chills ran down my spine as I imagined all the scenarios in my head, all the possible things that might have happened if Julia saw that text from Tyre. She probably would have ripped my eyes out and had me arrested like she'd wanted to. I placed a hand on my chest as I sat down in bed and tried to take a breather. My life was already dramatic enough. This was not the time for
Marrying the Ex Uncle One hundred and fifteen
Amanda I tossed and turned in my bed the entire night, unable to sleep. All I could think about was the situation I'd found myself in. Through the night I had so many different thoughts, wondering how I was supposed to get out of this at all. It was enough to bring me to tears, but I struggled to keep at bay. What was the point of crying when it wouldn't solve anything? I needed to find a solution to this. The fact that Tyre did not even believe that I didn't have anything to do with the proposal was my biggest problem. If Tyre of all people didn't trust me then who would then trust me? I sighed repeatedly, burying my head into the pillow and trying not to scream in frustration. If there was a way to prove my innocence, then that would be solved. But no. There was nothing. There were already things being used against me namely the business card from Luke, and the wad of cash. Thinking of the card reminded me that the maid was still threatening me and despite the situation I was cur
Marrying the Ex Uncle One hundred and fourteen
AmadaI was still stunned by what happened between Tyre and I a few minutes ago. As I stood in the middle of the room, still in shock, I clenched my fists, feeling the anger bubble through my veins. I had actually been so scared when I saw Tyre like that. It was the first time I'd ever seen him so angry. I was trembling so badly, and I couldn't shake the feeling that he would have hit me if I attempted to push a little harder. That was highly annoying and terrifying. Tyre was literally about to explode at me, and it was all because of that girl, Camila. At this point, all of this shit was happening because of Camila. I couldn't believe Tyre had gripped me like that without caring if he would hurt me or not. Just because I'd said he should kick Camila out of the house. Had I done anything wrong? No, I had not. I was in the right. Camila had gone to meet Luke after all, so that obviously meant that they were together. What other proof did Tyre need?"Fuck this!" I yelled angrily into
Marrying the Ex Uncle One hundred and thirteen
AmandaLuke sprawled to the floor as my fist connected to his jaw. He writhed in pain briefly before jumping back up to his feet, glaring at me as though he had a million things he wanted to do to me. I mentally dared him to do something, to give me an excuse to beat him to a pulp. "What the hell?!" He yelled, wiping the blood that had begun to leak from his nostrils. "That is just the beginning of what is going to happen to you if you don't stay the hell away from Camila," I hissed at him. "Camila is mine. You get that? She belongs to me. I don't ever, and I mean ever, want to see you anywhere close to her again. Else I'll make you pay, I promise you that."Luke wiped his jaw and spat to the floor defiantly. "So this is about Camila? Really? Well, it seems you have forgotten that Camila is a person, a young woman. She does not belong to me. You make it sound like she's mere furniture in one of your mansions. She can't be owned by anyone because Camila isn't property you can stake a
Marrying the Ex Uncle One hundred and twelve
AmandaI was fuming. I almost let out a scream of frustration as I barged into my room and banged the door shut behind me. I was so angry that for a second I found it difficult to relax and breathe. "That…that stupid bitch!" I screamed, my fists clenched. I wouldn't have thought it was possible to hate Camila more than I already did, but oh I was so wrong. With each passing day she kept infuriating even more. I wanted her gone as soon as possible. I needed her gone! All she did in this house was constitute a fucking nuisance. She was a hindrance, a waste of space, an excuse for a woman, a gold-digger…I swore loudly, biting down so hard on my lips that I tasted blood in my mouth. The list of all the things Camila was, was practically unending. I could go on and on about her sneaky and disgusting behaviour. The girl was so irritating! I knew I would never make progress with Tyre if she remained in this house or in our lives for that matter. And that was why I kept trying my best to
Marrying the Ex Uncle One hundred and eleven
QuinnI climbed out of the car and headed straight for Jason's chambers. The guards at the door stopped me. "He's expecting me," I lied. "I called him already."They nodded and let me pass through. The main room was empty when I walked in, but I heard voices coming from the study. Surprised, I approached the door. But when I heard a familiar voice speak, it felt like I had been dunked in ice. "But when exactly, Jason? I've been patient enough," I heard Selene say. A million questions flooded my mind. What was Selene doing here?!"A little longer, sweetheart. Remember the doctor already confirmed that you cannot carry a pregnancy. I'm just waiting for that omega bitch, Kylie, to give birth to my heir. Once that's done, you will take the child. And then we can dispose of her, dump her in the trash where she truly belongs."My knees grew weak. I could not breathe. Suddenly the world began to spin and I got the overwhelming urge to throw up. No, no, no. This can't be happening to me.
Marrying the Ex Uncle One hundred and ten
AmandaMy heart pounded as I looked around my room, thoughts all over the place. I couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling that someone had been here. Have they reported me to Tyre already? If they have, he’s going to come in here any second now. The pillow and covers, they weren’t how I’d left them. And the window latch was in a different position. I tried to convince myself it was nothing, that I was only paranoid, but I couldn’t shake the fear off. Who would come into my room? And why? Just as I turned to check the closet, the door swung open. Tyre stepped in. Tyre, who usually wore an unreadable expression, was clearly fuming. Tonight is only getting worse by the hour. I instinctively took a step back, sensing that I was in trouble.“Where did you go?” he demanded, shutting the door quietly behind him. His gaze bore into mine, and I looked away. I opened my mouth, trying to summon an answer that might satisfy him, but he cut me off before I could say a word. “And don’t bother lyin
