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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his father’s study, only

worrying about Luna and focus on your wedding. It’s

looked up at Alden, her eyes

Alden reassured her. “Tomorrow, I’m going to see Lucien. No way even he

crossed Luna’s face. “But…

like me.”

like that with everyone. Cold, yeah. But fair. He’s the most

had to name the family members he feared, Lucien would be

Lucien was

quote proverbs about not speaking while eating or

years older, Lucien carried the weight of someone

Grandpa picked Lucien to inherit Graves Group-not Zane, who had been loyal for

and made him stand in the corner for

it when you’re strong enough. But not while I’m

that, Alden never dared utter another word

he finally understood. His

Lucien.

Alden challenging Lucien?

in Lucien. She

“I’m going to HQ tomorrow. Uncle Lucien will

o’clock when they finally left the

out a contemptuous

to just admit she

slap still stung, and a fresh wave of anger burned

swanky lounge, schmoozing with clients. But he was keeping

the hallway, phone pressed to his ear. “She’s not

her something in the car. Nothing heavy-just enough to take the fight out of her. Her