Married To My Ex-Boyfriend’s Uncle

Sophia's POV Today was my boyfriend Steven Adler's birthday. Although we ran a small company that may go bankrupt at any time and even rent a house, we had been supporting each other and living happily for 3 years. "Tiffany, I plan to propose to Steven tonight!" I held a velvet box in my hand, shared excitedly to my best friend Tiffany Burrowsand. Inside the box was a man's ring. The silver ring shone brightly in the candlelight. "Steven is too ignorant, and he wants you to take the initiative to propose. "Tiffany complained. "No no no, Tiffany, it's okay, I want to give him a birthday surprise." Our chat was interrupted by another phone call, "Anyway, Steven is calling." I was about to ask Steven when he would be home, but he said first, "Baby, I'm sorry, I have a party tonight to entertain clients, so I can't come back to stay with you. Go to bed early." After saying that, he didn't give me any chance to respond and hung up directly. What customer is so anxious? At twelve o'clock, he still hadn't come back. I dialed his phone, but it turned off, so I found the bar we always hung out at to see if he was socializing there. The door was ajar, and before I even entered, I saw Steven puffing away in the private room. I knew he smoked, but after I told him that smoking was bad for his health, he never smoked in front of me again. But the considerate man now held the beautiful woman in his arms, crossed his legs, and leaned lazily on the sofa. He skillfully asked the woman to light a cigarette for him, and the red flames flickered brightly or dimly on his fingertips. A friend's joking voice came: "Master, I asked you to break up a long time ago. Now it's a waste, right? The old woman is really attracted to you and wants to marry you. Does she know who you are?" I was stunned. Although I'm actually 3 years older than Steven, I didn't expect those friends who usually called me sister with him were actually calling me that in private. They even knew that I was planning to propose. Steven blew out a smoke ring and lowered his head to drink the champagne handed over by the woman. He looked as cold as a stranger, "Wishful thinking, just because she wants to marry me? It's impossible to marry her, but her beauty can be used as a mistress." "That's right, you will marry the Rodham family soon. As long as she doesn't cause trouble with Miss Rodham, you can still continue playing with her ." Another person reminded: "Steven, our bet time is coming, but we have to ask her to volunteer to be your mistress. If you lose..." White smoke filled the man's face, making his appearance unreal. But the cold voice came word by word: "Don't worry, I will definitely show off with her. With her status, being my mistress is already her blessing!" I took a step back, my heels digging into the carpet, muffling the sound of my footsteps. It's clearly summer, but I feel cold all over. I think it must be because the air conditioning is too strong, and it's definitely not because of betrayal... But why does my heart hurt so much? Steven's appearance was like a sun shining in, warming my heart that had been closed for many years. But what I thought was a cheat! When he approached me, he deceived me into believing he was poor, and it was just a joke and a bet by a young man. Men have an inexplicable desire to conquer me. My heart ached and bled. I was stupid to put myself in such an embarrassing situation! I was sitting in a dark corner, drinking one glass after another. I saw Steven carrying the woman into the elevator. The hotel was upstairs. It turned out that he didn't come back and that the nights he lied about working overtime were spent in a place like that. I have a good drinking capacity, which I have developed over the years in business negotiation. But tonight I was really drunk. I swayed away and fell head first. The expected pain did not come, and strong hands held my slender waist. My head pressed against the man's solid chest, which made me feel dizzy even more. "Are you okay?" A man's deep and magnetic voice came from his ears. I looked up and met a pair of blue eyes as deep as the sea in a trance. The man was wearing a suit and leather shoes, and his facial features were three-dimensional, especially the eyes looking at me with a dangerous light. I don't know if it was my imagination, but the man in front of me looked somewhat similar to Steven. It was just that the two had completely different auras, one was mature and steady, the other was handsome and sunny. A thought of revenge flashed through my mind, and my red lips curled up slightly: "Sir, do you have a girlfriend?" I had lost my mind tonight. The man looked at me with deep desire, and after a moment he responded in a low voice: "No." There was a lot in his eyes that I couldn't read, but I didn't have time to care about it right now. I took the initiative to step forward, hooked my arm around the man's neck, and smiled sweetly at him: "Now you have it." "Miss, are you talking about yourself?" The man's lowered eyes were as deep as an unfathomable night with no light at all. If I were sober, I would definitely stay away from such dangerous people. At this moment, I had the courage to say, "Here, do you want it?" I pulled the man to go upstairs, but the man stopped and said, "Change somewhere." Really a strange person, I think, are there so many rules for one-night stands? However, before I could figure it out, I was taken to the top of another hotel... When I was in the elevator, I could hardly stand. When the man saw this, he put his arms around my slender waist and pressed me into his arms. I was taken to a luxurious suite. The man still pointed to the door and said, "It's still not too late for you to regret it." I stood on tiptoes and said seductively in his ear: "Sir, you can't do it, can you?" The answer was the dull sound of a man kicking the door, and the next second my body was picked up by someone. The man's hot breath hit my ears, "You have no room for regret." My body was placed on the bed, and the man's slender fingers pulled off his tie. The noble and steady man became a little more slutty when he unbuttoned his collar. He looked at me like a wild animal patrolling his own territory, full of aggression. The man knelt on one knee on the bed, enveloped me under him, slowly leaned down, and hooked my chin domineeringly and forcefully, with a bewitching tone in his voice: "Try it, see if I can do it?" The velvet box in my hand rolled onto the bed. The man opened it, took out the ring, and put it on his middle finger. Perfect harmony, as if tailor-made for him. "Not bad." He looked down at the ring that was the same as my finger. I was a little anxious, and hurriedly stretched out my hand to snatch it, "Give it back...um..."