Dared to Confess to My Boyfriend's Uncle

Chapter 4

Vivian immediately whirled toward Dylan and dramatically clapped a hand over her mouth like she had just had a eureka moment. "Oh no, silly me. I totally spaced out. Forget I said anything."

I dug my nails into my palms and swallowed the firestorm of rage threatening to explode as I stared Dylan down. Someone as sharp as him could not possibly miss Vivian's poisonous little game.

Yet he just shrugged with infuriating indifference. "And? What is it to you? If my uncle actually wants her, she would be striking gold by climbing the Grant family's gilded ladder. Relax, I will not come crying. Hell, we will all be groveling at your feet, Mrs. Stone."

The room exploded in cackles and snorts. They had already written the script. Silas would shred my dignity, and I would become the season's biggest joke.

The humiliation scorched through me like wildfire, and my cheeks burned hot enough to fry an egg. Just as I was about to snap, golden text blazed across my vision like a neon marquee.

A: [Ugh, this walking red flag is at it again. He is playing cool when he is clearly dying inside.]

B: [Nia, he has been lurking on your i********: like a creep during your cold war. Give him an inch, and he will come begging on his hands and knees.]

C: [Apologize for what exactly? Our girl did nothing wrong. This clown has zero boundaries, and he is choosing some two-faced snake over his own girlfriend.]

D: [Drop him and meet his uncle. Silas is your endgame. Same college, remember when you saved him from that hypoglycemic crash in Europe? He abandoned everything abroad for you."

E: [He is six foot two with smoldering intensity and enough quiet power to make knees weak. Dump this loser, and he will whisk you away to a life of luxury and sinful pampering.]

My breath hitched. Silas had returned for me?

Before I could process the thought, Vivian jabbed Dylan's arm and sneered at me. "Cat got your tongue, Nia? I guess the rumors are true. She is utterly addicted to you. These human-shaped lint rollers are the worst. Once they stick, you will never peel them off."

Dylan flashed a s**t-eating grin and looked down his nose like he had already won. "What can I do? She has been after me since sophomore year. Honestly, there were way hotter girls chasing me back then. I only caved because she wore me down with her persistence. But now she is crossing the line by giving me the cold shoulder over every damn thing. It is driving me nuts. Making her confess to my uncle will put her in her place. Maybe then she will stop making a fool of herself with all this drama."

Vivian's smirk widened as she playfully bumped Dylan's shoulder. "If Nia actually succeeds, why not date me instead? I know how to treat a man right, unlike her."

Dylan chuckled. "You are on." His gaze flicked toward me, laced with smug satisfaction. "Unless certain people cannot handle losing me."

This was his twisted power play to force me to grovel. In our relationship, I was always the one bending over backward. Growing up ordinary, I craved stability like a drowning woman gasps for air.

When Dylan introduced me to his parents, their warmth made me feel like I finally belonged. I wanted that dream so badly, to marry into that picture-perfect family.

And he knew it. That was why he kept pushing, just to see how much crap I would put up with for my happily-ever-after fantasy.