All Chapters of Marrying the Ex Uncle: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Quinn's POVI was still so surprised by Nikolai's words that for a moment I did not speak. Aside from my company employees and acquaintances in New York, no 0ne knew about Amanda. Hell, they had no idea I was even married to begin with. Let alone that I was bringing her to Finland. "My wife?" I finally said, leaving room for a response. I saw Amanda glance up curiously at me, but I didn't say anything. Instead I waited for Nikolai to speak. When he did, he only chuckled. "I should be upset that I wasn't even invited to your wedding, old friend. But I'm sure there's a g0od reason for it so I won't push. But did you actually think you could come to my city and keep it a secret? Like I said, I have eyes everywhere. So, don't be modest. It would be my honor to host the two of you."I laughed. "I must say, your intel is impressive, then. We've barely landed and you already know all there is to know.""Like I said, this is my city. I shall have your driver sent back. The driver I sent to y

Chapter 73Quinn's POVI was trying hard to keep my patience, knowing that Amanda was stalling on purpose. It had been fifteen minutes since I left her in the suite to get changed, and she has still not made an appearance. I knew her well enough now to know that doing this to spite me, not because she had anything useful to do. I thought of calling her, but changed my mind. I would not give her the satisfaction of knowing that she was getting on my nerves successfully. So instead, I grabbed my computer and began to scroll through, looking through the documents I had prepared for the meeting tomorrow. I needed everything to be perfect. Alongside Nikolai Dayne, there would also be some potential investors whom I had plans of arranging meetings with. So, the more the better.When I caught their attention with my proposals, there was no way they wouldn't be ringing the very next day to schedule a meeting with me. That thought filled me with satisfaction. The company was thriving under my

Amanda's POVI was still clutching the dress in my hand as I watched Quinn walk into the store. The ladies were obviously excited, their mouths literally hanging open as they watched Quinn walk in. This display only further showed the sheer popularity and fame of Quinn McCullough. The shop attendant who had been seconds away from snatching the dress from me redirected her attention to Quinn, her eyes twinkling as she walked over to him. “Welcome, Mr McCullough. It is a delight to have you here in our store. How can we help you to–”Quinn walked away without even sparing a glance at her, and when I saw him walk over to him, my stomach began to do backflips until I felt like I could barely breathe. How could one man be so damn majestic? It was unfair, to say the least. My sadness was temporarily forgotten as I wondered what he was about to do. When he reached me, I was barely able to get a word out before he tilted his head downward and claimed my lips in a passionate kiss. Passion li

Quinn's POVAmanda was sidled up against me, seating by my side in the elevator with her fingers still wrapped in mine. She was silent, and I hadn't bothered to break the silence in the elevator. All I wanted to do right now actually was punch myself in the face for losing my shit that way. It had been years since that experience with my father, and I'd subconsciously avoided dark, tight spaces since then. What I didn't know was that I was still deeply affected by it, and I hated it. Vulnerability was a disgusting quality that I hated to see myself possess. It made me feel weak, and I was deeply enraged that it had to happen in front of another person. My jaw was ticking as I sat on the ground, trying to swallow back the anger I was feeling. I just wanted to get the fuck out of here. I was so pissed that I long decided to deal with the management of this fucking place once I was out. "Quinn…are you okay now?" Amanda's small voice called out to me. My fists clenched in anger, putti

Quinn's POVSitting in the luxury store's lounge, I drummed my fingers against my knee, waiting for Amanda to emerge from the dressing room. My eyes roamed around the store, trying to spot another dress that might also look gorgeous on her. There was no one else in the store, besides the workers. The moment was eerily calm, but my mind was far from relaxed.I couldn't stop replaying the elevator scene in my head. I shuddered when I recalled how the walls had felt like they were closing in, and how my chest had tightened with the same fear I thought I'd buried long ago.I thought this was over. I thought I was over this. I ground my teeth. And I felt angry at myself for not being able to control my emotions. Who knew that would be a trigger? How the hell did I let myself get like that?Of all the places and moments, being stuck in that elevator with Amanda was the last place I'd ever wanted to lose control. But it happened, and worse, she saw it. I couldn't stand the thought of her kno