
In Bed With My Ex-husband's Uncle
I swallowed my pride and gave my marriage one last chance.My husband brought his mistress home.And told me we were having an open marriage.
"It's only fair," he said, like he was doing me a favor. "You can date anyone too. This will make things work between us."
Done with Kian's utter disrespect for me, I took his advice.I had a one-night stand with a man who shook up my entire world.He looked at me with the same soft, burning affection I'd spent three years searching for in Kian's eyes-but never found.
The catch?He is Daxton.Kian's uncle.
Now, Daxton refuses to let me go.And Kian?He isn't willing to lose me either.
Two men.One heart.Who will I choose?
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Chapter 3
Verena
My mind whirred around frantically, a groan slipping from my mouth as I tossed and turned on the bed- my fingers splayed on the bed in search of someone.
The man I had spent the night with.
But when it hit me that the space behind me was now empty, my eyes fluttered open as I propped myself on my elbow. Still half-yawning, I flitted my eyes around in search of him. "Hello?" My voice was barely a whisper.
I was about to mutter another word when a memory slipped through my subconsciousness. It was from a blurred vision, yet I could still make sense of it.
I could feel the ghost of his lips on my cheeks, the fingers that stroked my arm sensually and most importantly, the way he held me in his arms, planting soft kisses on my forehead as he whispered that he had to leave because he had an important summit to attend.
Was it a memory or a dream?
It had to be a dream because he had no reason to be that sweet towards me when we were just meeting for the first time. He didn't even know my name nor did I know his.
At the same time, memories of me agreeing to be bound to him in that vulnerable state flashed through my mind and my cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
I couldn't believe that I agreed to that. It wasn't me. It had to be my hormones.
I was about to move from the bed when I caught sight of a note on the bed-side table. I reached for the note that read; "Forgive me for leaving before dawn, miss kitty ears. In the closet is a new cloth that you can change into. I will see you later."
Miss Kitty Ears? Nice!
Despite the butterflies that floated in my stomach and the smile that onto through my face because of the thoughtful note he left. That last bit of it lingered in my mind.
What exactly did he mean by seeing me later? Was he thinking that I was going to wait?
On my drive back to the Villa, I couldn't help but reminisce the moment that we shared. His face, the warmth of his touch, the spark in his eyes whenever he looked at me and most importantly, when he flipped me over and impaled me with his dick from behind.
Bliss.
My thigh clenched, my lips pressed together in a thin line as heat coursed through me and in that moment, I could still feel his fingers roaming my skin and...
Brrr...Brrr...Brrr- The dashboard display buzzed to life, cutting my train of thoughts as Kian's name glowed across it.
Kian?
He didn't even slip my mind even once.
Anger coursed through me as my grip tightened around the steering wheel and I answered the call begrudgingly. "Hi, Verena. I was just wondering where you are and wanted to make sure that you still remember we have lunch with my parents"
My heart sank and even though I had mentally checked out on Kian, a part of me still hoped that he called to speak concerning the whole charade last night. But that lack of care in his voice broke me.
He didn't even care where I had spent the night.
"I just pulled up at the gate" I disconnected the call.
The moment I entered, Zita's saccharine laughter welcomed me as she sat on the armrest, bread and jam in one hand while Kian darted his eyes to me and the moment our eyes met, fury ignited in my veins. "Verena, where have you been?"
I killed the urge to glare at him with burning, reproachful eyes instead, a smile slipped through my face. "I took your advice, Kian and I am here to let you know that this is the best advice I have ever gotten..." I trailed as my eyes darted to Zita. "Hello Zita, enjoyed your night with Kian?"
She only forced out a smile and blinked away.
My eyes returned to Kian only to see that the color had drained from his face completely. "You took my advice..." He muttered,before a bright smile replaced the look of skepticism he had on his face. "That is actually nice, Verena. I am glad that you took the suggestion to open our marriage. So, how was it?"
A chuckle bubbled from my throat as I tipped my head back, walking past him. "Good..." I climbed the stairs and then stopped, turning to look at Kian as I shot a wink at him. "The best I had ever had"
Kian and I were now on our way to his parent's mansion and all through the drive, thoughts of the stranger clouded my mind, his scent still wrapping around me like a cloak.
I could still feel him deeply buried inside of me. The ghost of his presence clung to me, teasing and tormenting me.
How could someone be so unforgettable.
We arrived at the mansion only to receive the same cold shoulders from his parents, fake smiles even though that look of disgust glinted heavily in their eyes.
Kian's father, Mr. Neil, harrumphed as we all sat for lunch. "In the 80's-" He started. "Divorce was a big deal but now the times have changed, people even get divorced a day after marriage"
My mother-in-law, Jana, cut in. "True, marriage isn't a necessity anymore. People get divorced when there is a lack of attraction, a fall-out, incompatibility and when their values don't match especially when it comes to the expectations of having children" I could feel her eyes on me.
The salmon in my mouth suddenly went stale because I knew that those passive insinuations were directed at me.
"Do you agree, Verena?" Jana flashed a fake smile at me as I forced the content in my mouth down my throat.
Before I could respond, Kian cut in, changing the subject of the discussion. "Dad, Uncle Daxton's business has been expanding aggressively into Asia. This is the perfect time to buy a lot of shares and position ourselves as the biggest shareholders. What do you think about mentioning it to him when he comes for lunch?"
Uncle Daxton? Who was he? Kian had an uncle?
Neil responded. "Ah, when he arrives..." He trailed before grumbling. "He should be here anytime soon. I wonder why he is taking so long and-"
The housekeeper waltzed into the dining room, cutting his words short. "Mr Daxton has arrived..."
Collective gasps echoed through the dining hall, the scraping of chairs against the white polished marbled floor grated my ears as my in-laws alongside Kian moved from their seats in excitement to welcome this so-called uncle I had never heard of.
I shook my head, fingers curled around my knees as I heaved an exasperated sigh.
The last time I welcomed Kian's maternal aunt, an unapologetic classist who looked down on me and kept throwing funny looks my way, I promised to not put up with her like that.
And now, another relative?
Would he be worse than Aunt Halsey?
Mustering the courage inside of me, I pushed the chair to the back, rising to my feet while walking towards the grand foyer. Broad shoulders perfectly carved into a well tailored dark suit faced me, hands slipped down his pocket as his jet-black hair gleamed in the lights.
The way he stood there with his presence engulfing the room screamed power and elegance.
Coming down the small stairs, I forced a fake smile onto my face.
Then he turned, his gaze sweeping to mine and slowly, the smile on my face faded as I froze half-way down the stairs.
I forced my eyes close, shaking my head while ignoring Kian who beckoned for me to meet his uncle.
My eyesight had to be impaired and the invisible handprints of the stranger that clung to me was the reason I saw him in this man's face.
Steadying my breathing, I forced my eyes open only for my heart to slam harder against my ribcage than before and worse, this man was walking towards me with that same spark of dark amusement in his eyes.
With every second that he inched closer to me, it slowly hit me that the one I had s*x with last night was Kian's uncle.
No.
No. No. No.
The same voice that almost melted me pierced through my ears. "Hi, Miss Kitty ears?"
He was the one!
My head spun and I caught a glance of Kian whose brows furrowed in confusion as he tried to catch this man's pace. "Miss Kitty ears? You two know each other? I never introduced you to her though,"
While Kian nattered away, his eyes were still locked with mine, pinning me in place
Before I could process things, his hand slipped above my waist and my stomach fluttered despite the turmoil brewing inside of me. His cheek brushed mine and a wave of dizziness washed over me.
His breath fanned against my ear, sending heat pooling in my stomach. "I told you, I was going to find you and now, I am never letting you go, Miss Kitty ears" His voice was low, dark and it wrapped around me possesively.
He drew back, his eyes still holding mine as he tucked a loose tendril of hair behind my ear.
Kian stood next to his uncle, the smile on his face now gone as he glanced back and forth between us.
His parents also looked confused.
With Uncle Daxton's eyes still piercing into mine, he said. "Brother, I won't be attending the blind date you set up for me. I have found the woman I want to be with."
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9.2
Her Bestie's Brother
She only came over to spend time with her best friend-
not to run into her infamous senior brother, the campus playboy everyone warned her about.
Every time she saw him, she felt nothing but disgust.
How could someone who had a sister he adored still treat girls like toys?
But when he walked into the house with a group of girls trailing behind him, her frustration finally snapped-
and she cursed him out without caring who heard.
Then came the day they all hung out, played too much, drank too much...
and the night spiraled into something neither of them ever expected.
A reckless moment.
A passionate night.
A mistake-or something else?
Now, she can't stop asking herself:
Will this change the way she sees him?
And more dangerously... will this change him?

7.3
Three years ago, Dahlia and Carter split up due to a misunderstanding. Now, they meet again: she's a waitress, and he's a guest at her club. This time, Carter forces Dahlia to sign a contract making her his slave, turning her life upside down. Despite this, their old love starts to rekindle. In the end, who really controls whom-does the owner bind the slave, or does the slave tame the owner?

9.5
On the day she discovers she is pregnant, Amara is handed divorce papers by the man she loved for three years. Betrayed by her husband and her best friend, she walks away with nothing-except the secret growing inside her.
But what Ethan Cole doesn't know is that the woman he abandoned is not weak... and not alone.
When Amara returns as a powerful heiress, no longer the woman he could control, Ethan begins to regret everything. But as secrets unravel and the truth about her pregnancy comes closer to light, one question remains-
When he finally finds out the child is his... will it already be too late?

8.0
I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector.
That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world.
The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor.
The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist.
Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch-a titan of industry and my best friend's father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared.
"Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb.
Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen.
"Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back."
I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe.

7.1
For seven years, I was the architect of my fiancé's criminal empire and the strategist behind his every move. I was Dante Gallo’s unofficial Consigliere, his partner in everything but name. Tomorrow, I was finally supposed to marry him and take my place as the queen to his throne.
But on the eve of our wedding, a single text message sent by mistake detonated my life. It was a photo from Dante, showing a platinum wedding band on his hand. The message read: “Married this morning. She’s safe now.”
My gaze fell to the engagement ring on my own finger. It was the identical band, just smaller. The engraved initials ‘D.I.’ didn’t stand for Dante and I. They stood for Dante and Isabella—his childhood sweetheart. My entire relationship was a lie; I was just a shield to protect his one true love.
He dismissed my discovery as a "tantrum." Then, his new bride began taunting me, sending a picture of them tangled in bedsheets with the caption: "Loser." They expected me to break. They thought I would shatter.
They were about to find out just how wrong they were. I forwarded the picture to Isabella’s fiancé, a man far more dangerous than Dante. "Your fiancée is in Suite 8808 at the Grand Hyatt," I told him. "I'll meet you downstairs. We're going to crash their party."

9.2
Nica caught her boyfriend, Chris, and her best friend, Ella, in a shocking betrayal. Chris was kissing Ella while caressing her close, and Ella only smirked at Nica as if she had won. Nica got pissed off and swore she would not let their betrayal go unpunished. What happens next? Read the story and find out for yourself.