All Chapters of In Love With His Crazy Uncle: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

LUCILLE BRADLEY I glanced at my reflection in the mirror and I couldn't stop appreciating the skill of God because I didn't seem to understand why he was going to create an imperfect girl like me in a perfect way. Well, a lot of people might not accept that I am the best. I care less, I didn't need anyone to tell me that. I will always remind myself that I am wonderfully made. I observed the mascara I applied wasn't enough so I added a little more. My buddy, Rosemary's call came in at the same time. "Hey! Darling!" I let out immediately after I picked up the call. I knew I sounded too excited and it was all because of the surprise I would be getting that evening. "Don't tell me you are still dressing up, Lucille," Rosemary muttered over the phone, giggling. I made a funny face even though she was not there to see it and replied, "I just want to look my best, dearie. I don't want to be caught unprepared by Noah's proposal. You know the paparazzi will be there to take our pict

LUCILLE I burst into a peal of laughter. He must be joking. Did he think I was joking with him? I meant it when I said I wanted to teach him some lessons. "I would have loved to do that, old man but I am afraid it can't happen," I refused blatantly. I moved closer to one of the couches there, sat on it, and spread my legs on the table. "What the hell... Can you see she's...," He was frustrated and that was my joy. My intestines were leaping with joy inwardly. He shut his eyes, placed a hand on his forehead, and turned to Francis, "I don't know how you are going to do it but you have just 5 seconds to throw this crazy woman out of my house this instance," I hummed my favorite song and rested my head on the couch. I knew I would leave, this wasn't my house, but not without showing him I cannot be trampled on the way he did to his worker, Francis. "We can't do that, sir. You heard her when she said she was ready to help us. She's our helper, sir," Francis explained. I under

LUCILLE The man who entered happened to be Noah, my ex-boyfriend. The jerk who broke my heart and showed me hell on earth yesterday. Although I couldn't see it, I was sure his heart skipped when my eyes met his. He stopped talking to Ramsey and walked up to me. "Don't tell me you are so obsessed to the point of coming here to report me to my uncle," Noah uttered. Honestly, I didn't know what he thought of me. I wouldn't deny that I loved him so much. In fact, seeing him now, I feel like hugging him and begging him to come back to me. I was mute. I picked up my phone and glanced at it without turning it on. "I am talking to you, Lucille. How dare you! Do you want my uncle to.....," Ramsey cut him short before he could complete his statement. Brimming tears threatened to fall out of my eyes. I was getting weaker. The urge to beg him was overpowering me. And what did he just say? His uncle...? Ramsey Rowe was his uncle....? I didn't know if I should be happy or sad. A nephew r

LUCILLEI wore a grimace on my face as I lazily got up from the couch I dozed on last night while thinking of the things I could do to soften Ramsey's heart. I glanced at the time and realized it was already past 10 am. I must have been really tired to sleep for such a long time. He wasn't in his room and he wasn't outside. That means he was already at work. I went upstairs to one of the rooms but certainly not the master bedroom. Just as I finished applying the final touch on my dressing which was putting lip gloss on my lips, Francis knocked on the door. My countenance changed when I heard the knock. Could it be that Ramsey was already back? I opened the door and saw Francis. He flashed a smile as soon as the door opened. He had the gentlest smile ever. His complete set of whitish teeth glimmered as he extended his mouth to talk. Not like the Almighty and Narcissist Ramsey... Mentioning his name in my head made me roll my eyes absentmindedly. "Good morning, Miss Lucille,"

LUCILLE I couldn't move back into his house that night because of Jackie. She refused to let me leave. She tried to talk some sense into my head but I guess I'd already made up my mind. When I got to Ramsey's house in the afternoon, I met Designer K and some of her employees in the living room. They all sprang up when they saw me and bowed respectfully. I was puzzled. "Welcome, Mrs. Rowe," Designer K greeted, smiling. The behavior she demonstrated was more humbling than the first time we met. My eyebrows raised suspectedly. What's going on...? "Mrs. Rowe? Why would you call me that?" I inquired, finding it unbelievable. "Ah! Did I say something wrong? I am extremely sorry, ma'am. Please do not tell President Ramsey," She almost kneeled but I quickly stopped her before she could do that. How can someone influential and older than me kneel for me? "No! No!! No!!! Designer K. That's not it. I mean why would you call me Mrs. Rowe when I am not related to Ramsey in