All Chapters of Marrying the Ex Uncle: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Amanda's POVMy excitement carried on as I followed behind Quinn. He made a stop at his office to pick up some things, and I quickly decided to do the same. Being at that mansion could be so boring sometimes, and because of the wedding plans I hadn't been coming into work as much as I'd liked to. So I decided to pick up some work I could complete there. Being at the mansion was one thing, a different sort of torture with Logan and Candace. But being idle? That was a whole other thing. One mistake I would not make again. As soon as I got into my office and quickly but carefully began to pull out the documents of incomplete projects. I still had a report to write about the company's latest product, which I would have to submit to Quinn later on. Aside from that, he had also given me orders to continue my reports about each department of the company. And strangely, I'd been enjoying it despite the bulky workload. "Okay…I think that's all…" I said to myself as I double checked the docum

Quinn's POV I cursed under my breath at the sound of the knock on my door. Of all the times to ever come to my room, Granny Maria chose today. Right now. At this moment. I hissed again and faced Amanda who was looking panicked, much to my surprise. After the argument we'd had in the car, I expected her to act nonchalant in a situation like this. But surprisingly, she didn't.Was this her trademark quality of being 'a good person'? Probably. But I didn't buy the act. If we got caught in this lie somehow, it would mean losing out on the money and this wealthy lifestyle, so of course she was worried. I knew Amanda's type. She was just pretending to be different, but I could see right through it. "What are we going to do?" She asked, nudging me. "Should we just stay quiet and pretend not to be in?"I glared at her. "That's a brilliant plan," I answered sarcastically. "Was it our ghosts that walked past her in the living room on our way upstairs?"She frowned. "I'm just trying to help. B

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

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

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