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Marrying the Ex Uncle Sixty
Amanda's POVMy mother was the last person I expected to see here. My chest felt so tight that it felt like I could not breathe. What was she doing here?I made no move to approach her, reminding myself of the things she had said to me the last time I saw her. I wanted to feel angry, but instead a wave of sadness washed over me. I turned to Vanessa questioningly, but she nodded encouragingly at me. "Please, you should both just talk. Please."With that, she shifted to the side to give us some space. My mother walked towards me until she was very close. Still I said nothing. What was I supposed to say? What was I supposed to do? "Amanda dear," she called out to me. Now she was closer, I saw the tears that stood in her eyes. Without warning, a tear slid down my cheeks. "What do you want now, mom? Haven't you done enough? You sent me away, and now you're here? What did I do this time? Why can't you j–""I was wrong," she said. I paused, staring at her in surprise. "I was wrong," she
Marrying the Ex Uncle Sixty one
Amanda's POVThe evening air in the mansion was still and electric. It was unsettling, considering that only a few hours ago, I had stood at the altar, a blushing bride in an emerald green gown. Well, not exactly blushing. I hadn’t exactly had the heart of a starry-eyed bride who had just married the love of her life. No, I was married to Quinn McCullough. The arrogant and impossible Quinn. A man who made my blood boil with irritation... and… It didn’t matter what else was there. He was just arrogant and hard-headed.I twisted the ring on my finger, the cool metal a strange weight. It glittered in the dim lighting of the room, an undeniable symbol of what had just happened. This actually happened. I was married. Married. To Quinn. On contract.How had my life spiraled to this? This wasn’t how I had ever envisioned it. All the years growing up, dreaming about my wedding day, never had I pictured myself standing at the altar, plastering on a fake smile for the sake of appearances. Yet t
Marrying the Ex Uncle Sixty two
Amanda's POV“Honeymoon.” The word felt strange on my lips, like it didn’t belong there. The moment it slipped out, I knew it was wrong. My voice was shaky, a telltale sign that I wasn’t ready for this. Two weeks in Italy with Quinn? Two entire weeks trapped in the same space with him? If I could barely stand the sight of him for a few hours without wanting to tear my hair out, how on earth was I supposed to survive two weeks?What on earth was going on? Granny Maria beamed at us. I bet she thought she was doing something grand for us. Unfortunately, I couldn’t share in her joy. Not when my heart was pounding with the thought of being stuck with Quinn in a romantic resort.I opened my mouth to protest, to wriggle out of this situation somehow, but nothing came out. My brain was scrambling for an excuse, but before I could say anything remotely convincing, Quinn shot me a glance, his expression as unreadable as ever. His usual bored, indifferent look. Not a word from him. Of course,
Marrying the Ex Uncle Sixty three
Amanda's POVI watched Quinn walk away, his figure shrinking with each step until he was finally out of sight. A sad feeling started to settle in my chest, and I failed to shake it away.I shouldn’t be feeling like this. I should have been relieved that he was gone, that I wouldn’t have to deal with his cold, infuriating presence for two whole weeks. But instead, there was this sense of loss gnawing at me.Surely, I didn’t have feelings for him? He was gone, Amanda. I should have been happy. But I wasn’t.I couldn’t believe he had actually left. Just like that, no hesitation. It was typical Quinn, really. The man was an expert at walking away, at putting distance between himself and any situation that might make him feel something.So why was I so affected by it? Why did it feel like someone had just ripped out my heart and stomped on it?I sat down in one of the hard steel chairs, trying to convince myself that I didn’t care. That this was exactly what I wanted, a chance to get away,
Marrying the Ex Uncle Sixty four
Amanda's POV I was still staring at Quinn in shock, waiting to ascertain if he was truly being serious or not. What the hell was happening? I thought he had left the airport long after I walked away from him and headed to the other side to sit down. In fact, I had seen him leave. So, imagine the shock I felt when I felt someone drag me up and I turned back to see it was Quinn!"You're coming to Italy? What about Finland?" I asked him. He glared at me. "Finland can wait. I'll reschedule. Now, let's go, stop asking me so many questions."I could not believe my ears. This was surprising as much as it was amusing, and the last thing I ever expected. If I wasn't so annoyed by him right now I might have laughed out loud. I couldn't believe it. Now he wanted to act like a husband?! Interesting. "You know what I find weird?" I said as Quinn dragged me down to where our papers would be checked. "Just a few minutes ago you were completely fine with leaving me in Italy for two whole weeks. N
Marrying the Ex Uncle Sixty five
Amanda's POVI had never felt more protected than I did as Quinn put his arm around me and led me through the streets of Italy. This wasn't the part of Italy I'd been to when I first came here, so I was given the opportunity to feast my eyes on the buildings and monuments in the beautiful city. It felt like a dream. And it didn't help me that it had a romantic vibe to it. It was hard enough blocking out the thoughts I was having about Quinn already. The romantic setting was just making it worse. When we reached a row of benches, Quinn and I sat down. I took out my phone the moment I remembered to text Vanessa back. Quickly, I shot her a quick text, telling her we were in Italy, and asking her how she was doing. I also asked her how her day was going. She wasn't online, so I put my phone away and shoved it back into my purse. "We'll wait for the private car here," Quinn said when we finally stopped. I was about to ask him why we couldn't just take a taxi to the resort when I remembe
Marrying the Ex Uncle Sixty six
Amanda's POV"No fucking way," I whisper yelled at Quinn. "Right back at you," Quinn responded. We glared at each other for a few moments before Quinn moved away to make some phone calls. No way. There was no way in hell I was sharing a room with Quinn. Back in New York, it was already a pain being tossed into that uncomfortable closet of his to sleep in. But at least I didn't have to see his face. But there was no way I would do that here. And neither was I very keen on sleeping in the same room, especially not after what he did today. I'd rather sleep on the street. Quinn returned a few minutes later. "All the nearby hotels are fully booked," he said, frowning. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, wanting to tell him to not look so disgusted. I wasn't exactly happy about this arrangement either. I bit back everything that I wanted to say. There was no use bickering. It wouldn't solve a thing. "We have no choice but to go. Tomorrow I'll drive out and see if we can find other opt
Marrying the Ex Uncle Sixty-seven
Amanda's POVAs the bathroom door shut behind him, I cursed whatever made him come back to the airport after he left the first time. Why did I ever think I wanted him around? What on earth got into my head to deceive me? Having him here was a nightmare. I would much rather he was in Finland attending to business. What a prick. I shut my eyes and imagined what it would have been like if it is was just me in Italy. I would be alone in this suite, getting much needed rest, in peace. I could even see a movie, or just sleep until the exhaustion buried deep in my bones dissipated. There was so much I could be doing. That wonderful beach, the excellent view, all the touring I would have been doing. It would have been the perfect vacation. But no. Quinn just had to change his mind at the last minute. Playing the caring husband, my foot. He just wanted to be in the control, that was it. The thought of me actually enjoying myself for two weeks did not sound right to him. Why should I be happ
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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
