Wedding My Ex’s Uncle

Chapter 40 Emergency Trouble

Calling off the wedding…She needed to tell Allen herself, face-to-face.

[What? Has she lost her damn mind? Hang tight. I’m sending a backup now!]

Standing at the window, Kaia scowled at the two bodyguards

below.

She tried calling Tobias, her deadbeat dad. He actually hung up on her.

Frustrated, Kaia tried Sue, but unfortunately, no one answered.

Then she heard Kimberly outside her door, loud enough to make sure Kaia heard every smug syllable. “Ugh, give it a rest with the phone calls. Dad said you’re not going anywhere.”

She continued. “What’s even wrong with Alden, huh? You think you’ll do better? You should be grateful. Don’t be stupid and end up alone.”

Kaia had long learned not to waste her breath on fools.

She’d heard Kimberly’s brand of moronic pronouncements more times than she could count.

When Kaia didn’t respond, Kimberly smirked, assuming she’d reduced her to tears, and flounced off.

Today is far too lovely to waste. I’ve got friends to meet.

Mom is right. Why try to stop Kaia’s wedding when I can just watch her ruin her own life? Way more satisfying.

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dragged Luna to his father’s study, only for Zane to practically throw

and focus on your wedding.

looked up at Alden, her eyes wide

going to see Lucien. No way even he

flicker of doubt crossed Luna’s face.

like me.”

Cold, yeah. But fair. He’s the most

the family members he feared, Lucien

Lucien was around,

proverbs about not speaking while eating or before

only seven years older, Lucien carried the weight of someone

a kid, Alden had once asked his dad why Grandpa picked Lucien to inherit Graves Group-not Zane, who

in his room and made him stand in

it when you’re strong enough. But

never dared utter another word about

understood. His father

Lucien.

Alden challenging Lucien? He didn’t have the

depth of Alden’s trust in Lucien. She bit her lip. “Maybe…

said. “I’m going to HQ tomorrow. Uncle Lucien will handle it. Trust

o’clock when they finally left the Graves Manor, still no sign

let out a contemptuous

to just admit she wants

stung, and

at a swanky lounge, schmoozing with clients. But he was keeping

hallway, phone pressed to his

in the car. Nothing heavy-just enough to take the fight out of her. Her legs are probably jelly