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Marrying the Ex Uncle Fifty four
Amanda's POVOn a real, sincere note, I think I deserved an award. Quinn and I, both. Because the act we were putting on was next level. It was a skill, if I do say so myself. I was still surprised at our level of patience because all we both wanted was to rip each other's heads off. And yet we were holding hands and clinging to each other lovingly, laughing and smiling although our eyes told a different story with the sharp glares that were being exchanged. Again, I reflected on how I just couldn't wait for this contract to be over and done with so I would be free of Quinn. He was such an asshole. Why did I ever believe for a second that I could be wrong about him? That was impossible. Even if he tried to keep it buried, his arrogant self would still find a way to emerge. As usual. I forced myself to take a deep breath and relax. All I had to do was keep up the pretense long enough, at least till Granny Maria and the vulture eyes of Mrs Rosalina were gone. I just knew she was looki
Marrying the Ex Uncle Fifty five
Quinn's POV"It's a pleasure to have you on board, Mr Thompson. You won't regret investing in Seraphim Holdings," I said with a smile as I reached forward to shake Marcus Thompson's hand. I was currently seated in his large office on the top floor of the branch of his company building in New York. After the last meeting we had, he had requested I bring the documents and contract to him personally for signing, so he could use the opportunities to discuss important things that we couldn't over the phone. I didn't have to think twice about it before accepting. The industry was already going wild with the news of Marcus Thompson's investment in Seraphim Holdings. For the life of me, I didn't know how the news got out so fast. But my competitions were currently looking up. From what I'd heard, Thompson Incorporations had received over a hundred applications for interview requests. This only made me grateful to have secured this deal. "Thank you again, Mr Thompson," I said, standing up t
Marrying the Ex Uncle Fifty six
Amanda's POVI was panicking. My entire body felt like ice as I paced around my room, my heart nearly bursting with worry for Quinn. Vanessa was still on the phone, trying to calm him down. "Are your sure?""Yes! I know his schedule because I work very closely with him. The meeting was scheduled for today, and from the calculations, it should have been over about ten minutes ago. Which means he is still in the area. What if he's hurt?!" I don't know why, but I felt like I was going to cry. The thought of Quinn being so close to danger was sickening. My heart was racing, I felt like I was going to throw up. Everything was happening so fast. "I need to call him, Vanessa. I'll call you back.""Okay, girl, just relax okay? He might be on his way home already.""Bye." I ended the call quickly and dialled Quinn's number. When the automated voice said it wasn't reachable, I almost swore out loud. I tried again, it was the same. "No, no, no, please pick up, Quinn."I dialled the number agai
Marrying the Ex Uncle Fifty seven
Amanda's POVI was beginning to calm down now I was in Quinn's car. Now I was seeing him in person, seeing he was alive and well and safe. I was grateful, no doubt. Not only had my heart rate gone back to normal, I was now coming back to my senses, and that meant recalling just how panicked I had been when I saw the news. What the hell was that?I was feeling embarrassed now, especially now itthat Quinn had brought it up. The bastard was trying to gloat. Oh my goodness, what have I done? What the hell was that reaction? What was I thinking running off like that? Okay, there had to be some logical reason why I acted that way. I just had to stop judging myself first and think back to then. I remembered feeling chill when I remembered that Quinn was in that area. It was normal to feel concern for your…What was Quinn to me, even? We we only husband and wife on paper, and that's all. We weren't even friends. The only word I would personally use to describe my relationship with Quinn wa
Marrying the Ex Uncle Fifty Eight
Quinn's POV"It's a laundromat. What's odd about me being here?" I snapped at Logan. Seeing him today had definitely not been on my list. I didn't have the time for any drama he was going to come up with next. I had things to do, and this was not the time. I walked past him before he could respond, and headed down to my car. To my annoyance, he followed behind me. "Uncle, wait, there's something I need to talk to you about.""Not now," I responded coldly. "Don't you see I'm busy?""Yes, of course. But please, it's important. It'll only take a moment. Please." I turned back to face him, wondering what he was playing at.. I did not trust Logan one bit, I never have. And this whole saga with Amanda had done nothing but make it worse. I scanned with my eyes carefully, wondering what he was up to. I knew he had issues with me because I'd married Amanda, so why the hell was he suddenly pretending to be nice. I could see right through his bullshit act. Logan was plotting something. I was c
Marrying the Ex Uncle Fifty Nine
Quinn's POVIt was the morning of the wedding. Well, the small make-do ceremony we were having in place of the wedding. I got up early to prepare. I didn't have the time to do too much for a fake wedding, but I knew the pictures would be published in the media, so I made an effort. Soon, it was time for me to head downstairs. I took one last look at myself in the wedding, all dressed up to have a fake wedding with a woman I'd paid to pose as my wife for two years. I smirked at the thought of what would happen if Granny Maria found out about the truth. Well, no one would ever find out. I would make sure of that. All they would see was Amanda and I living happily. And then in two years time, we would get a divorce for reasons that we 'couldn't work out', and then it would all be over, and that would be the end of it. Sure, it might cause an uproar, but no one would link it back to our sudden marriage two years earlier. I stared myself in the mirror again, and I couldn't help but think
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
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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
