I Liked My "Uncle"

For him, I rejected an arranged marriage with my childhood best friend. But he just said: "You think I'm an animal? Why would I like you?" "I'm your uncle." I asked him, "But we aren't even related by blood." He let out a cold scoff, cutting me off. "Do you really need me to say it bluntly? I don't like you." Later, I died in a car crash on the very day he got engaged to someone else. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my childhood friend proposed the arranged marriage. In front of everyone, I nodded and agreed. But the man who was usually so careless and indifferent suddenly lost his mind. 01 "Marriage is a huge milestone. It just so happens that Chloe's uncle, Logan, has returned from abroad and will be here shortly. We should hear his thoughts too." At those words, my head snapped up and I looked at my grandmother. Logan Sterling came back early? I remembered my past life incredibly clearly. My grandmother had only called Logan to ask for his opinion. And that man had rejected it with his usual, chillingly indifferent tone. "The New York branch is too busy, I can't make it back." "Whoever she marries has nothing to do with me." But this time... why was it different? The next second, the sound of the private dining room door opening pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked up, making eye contact across the room with the travel-worn man standing in the doorway. 02 "Logan, what are your thoughts on Chloe marrying into the Miller family?" Perhaps because I couldn't bear to hear Logan's piercing sarcasm again, I immediately cut my grandmother off. "Grandma, I'm an adult now. I can make these kinds of decisions for myself." The man across the table let out a soft laugh, his long fingers casually tapping against the tabletop. "Then let's hear what she has to say." Under the watchful eyes of everyone in the room, I took a deep breath. My tone was absolute. "I am willing to marry Ethan." Ethan Miller was the childhood best friend I grew up with. The moment the words left my mouth, the tapping of fingers against the table abruptly stopped. Logan stared at me, unblinking. My grandmother spoke up right on cue: "Well, since you also like your dear Ethan, I won't stand in the way." I ignored Logan's intense gaze and nodded politely to my grandmother and the other elders. "Ethan just texted me that he's waiting outside. I'll take my leave first." "Stop." Logan, who had been dead silent, suddenly spoke. Ignoring the strange looks from everyone else, he walked straight up to me. He looked down into my eyes. "Do you even like him? And you're just going to marry him?" My voice was flat. "Whether I like him right now isn't important." "Uncle Logan, even if I don't have romantic feelings for him right now, we have a lifetime to build them. After all, we'll be husband and wife soon." Logan narrowed his eyes, his tone dangerously low. "What did you just call me?" Back when I was in love with Logan, I had always called him by his full name. This was the first time I had ever called him 'Uncle Logan.' He let out a sharp, angry laugh. Completely ignoring the elders in the room, he grabbed my arm and dragged me out. "Let go of me!" I was dragged all the way to the parking garage. Logan sneered, his grip iron-tight. "Let you go so you can run to your little fiancé?" I found his reaction completely bizarre. "Even if I did, that's none of your business, Uncle Logan." I deliberately put heavy emphasis on the last two words. Hearing that, Logan actually stopped in his tracks. His jaw clenched tight. He lit a cigarette, seemingly trying to calm himself down. "Either you get in the car with me right now so we can talk." "Or I go straight to your precious Ethan and talk to him." I didn't know if it was just my imagination, but it felt like Logan's temper was significantly worse in this lifetime. Eventually, I got into his car. 03 "You are not marrying Ethan." Logan stared straight ahead at the steering wheel, his tone leaving absolutely zero room for argument. I gave a dry laugh and was just about to argue back... When someone knocked on the driver's side window. This was a public parking garage underneath a massive shopping mall. "Logan? Are you here shopping too?" The exquisitely dressed woman standing outside was Logan's fiancée from my past life—Victoria. But at this point in the timeline, she hadn't officially met me yet. Her gaze shifted past Logan, looking at me with hesitation. "And who is this...?" I met her gaze openly and gave a polite smile. "He's my uncle." "Miss, did you want to speak with my uncle privately? I can leave." As I spoke, I reached to unbuckle my seatbelt. Victoria's cheeks flushed a delicate pink. "Thank you so much." Logan's abnormal behavior earlier had me slightly dazed, but Victoria's appearance instantly snapped me back to reality. This was Logan's destined leading lady. "Who said you could leave?" With a smirk that didn't reach his eyes, Logan grabbed my wrist, stopping my movement. I reflexively looked up at him. Suddenly, my entire world flipped upside down. Logan had effortlessly pulled me across the center console and directly onto his lap. He lifted a hand to trace the side of my face, his warm palm sliding down to cup my chin. His smile was lazy and dangerous. "What is this? Are we roleplaying 'uncle and niece' now?" The man leaned down, his breath ghosting over my jawline. His deep voice was thick with heavy, undeniable intimacy. "Little niece, I didn't know you had this kind of kink." I completely froze. My mind went blank, leaving me utterly speechless as I let Logan spin this insane lie. Only then did he casually glance out the window at the petrified Victoria. "Did you need something, Miss Victoria?" "Does it have to be right now? As you can see, I'm a bit tied up." Saying that, he kept me firmly on his lap and reached down to recline the driver's seat. The implication couldn't have been more blatant. Victoria's face drained of color, and she took two steps back. "Logan... how could you be holding another woman... you know I love you..." Logan turned his head and scoffed. He seemed to find her words utterly ridiculous. "Listen to me, Victoria. You liking me has absolutely nothing to do with me." "Stop buzzing around me like an annoying fly. Please." He put heavy emphasis on the "please," putting his intense disgust for her on full, public display. I finally snapped out of my daze. This was very wrong. Even if Logan absolutely loathed a woman, he would never intentionally humiliate her so brutally in public. Especially not the woman who had been his fiancée in his past life. While I was trying to process this, Victoria had already turned and run away in tears. "Uncle Logan, can you let me go now?" I just assumed he was using me as a human shield. Logan's phone suddenly started ringing. He didn't let go of me. In fact, his arm tightened around my waist as he used his free hand to answer the call. My grandmother's voice came through the speaker: "Logan? What's going on with you and Chloe? Where did you take her?" Logan didn't rush to answer. Instead, he glanced down at me, slowly raising one eyebrow. "What did you just say? You want to get off my lap?" I instantly held my breath and frantically shook my head at him. Don't you dare say that to her. My grandmother didn't hear him clearly. "What did you say?" Logan stayed silent, just watching me with a highly amused, predatory look. I squeezed my eyes shut, gritted my teeth, and leaned my upper body fully against his chest, burying my face in the crook of his neck. Logan instantly wrapped both arms around me. "Nothing, Mom." "Chloe and I just had some private matters to resolve." My grandmother didn't pry any further. She gave a few passing instructions and hung up the phone. The air inside the car instantly went dead silent. Logan clamped a hand down, stopping me from pulling away. He leaned close to my ear. "This is the reason you cannot marry Ethan." I tilted my head up slightly, looking straight into his eyes. "But you told me yourself... you don't like me." Logan turned his head, clicking his tongue lightly. "I never said such absolute garbage." He absolutely did. I refused to believe him. Struggling awkwardly, I climbed off his lap and back into the passenger seat, reaching for the door handle. But the next second, the engine roared to life, and he locked the doors. 04 I rested my elbow on the window frame, bored out of my mind, counting the cars zooming past us on the highway. I was deep in thought, trying to analyze Logan's incredibly bizarre behavior. Suddenly, the car slammed on the brakes. The momentum threw me forward against my seatbelt. A sleek black Porsche Cayenne had cut us off, blocking our path. Ethan stepped out of the car. His face was completely ice-cold. "Chloe, get out. I'm taking you home." I reflexively glanced at Logan. His thumb was casually tapping the steering wheel as he stared at the young man outside with deep amusement. "Did you call him?" "No..." Out of nowhere, an intense, suffocating aura filled the car. Logan lit a cigarette, holding it between his teeth, and let out a dark chuckle. "Well, your little fiancé tracked us down. I can't just pretend he isn't there." Saying that, he kicked his door open and stepped out, making sure to lock my door from the outside. In the freezing evening wind, the two men stood facing each other. "Please let Chloe out of the car." "I'm not letting her out. What are you going to do about it?" Ethan didn't waste time arguing. He walked straight toward my passenger door. But the second he got close, Logan grabbed him by the arm. Ethan was slightly shorter and less built than Logan. He was instantly overpowered. Logan shoved him backward, slamming him hard against the hood of the Porsche. His hand clamped viciously around Ethan's throat. "What do you want to do to Chloe?" Ethan choked out, struggling to breathe. Taking his time, Logan used his free hand to flick the ash off his cigarette, then casually crushed the butt out against the hood of Ethan's expensive car. "Maybe I wasn't clear enough before. Stay the hell away from her." "This is your final warning. She is mine." "She belongs to herself!" Ethan spat out, syllable by syllable. Logan let out a low laugh, his fingers tightening their crushing grip on Ethan's throat. I finally found the spare key fob tucked in the center console. I unlocked the door and frantically scrambled out. "Uncle Logan, let him go!" I shouted, trying to pry his iron-like fingers off Ethan's neck. But the man wouldn't budge an inch. Ethan was starting to lose consciousness. In a panic, I did the only thing I could think of—I bit down hard on Logan's wrist. He finally let go. I quickly helped Ethan stand up. "Does your heart really ache for him that much?" Logan's voice came from behind me, completely stripped of any emotion. "I'm bleeding too. Can't you see that? Hmm?" I froze. Just as I turned my head, he violently scooped me up into his arms. He threw me into the back seat of his car. He climbed into the driver's seat immediately. Just as he was about to hit the gas, I started struggling wildly. "What are you doing, Logan?! Can't you see Ethan is already—" The engine revved with a deep, furious roar. Logan held the steering wheel with one hand, letting out a lazy, chilling laugh. "Do you want to bet? Mention his name one more time, and I will drive this car straight over him." Through the rearview mirror, my eyes met Logan's. In the shadows of the back seat, my hands gripped the leather upholstery tight. "Logan, murder is a felony." "Are you completely legally illiterate?" Logan leaned back casually against the headrest, his eyes brimming with dark amusement. "You make a fair point. So I'll just drive over his legs instead. How does that sound?" "The Miller family has more than one son. Not to mention, Ethan's father is currently begging my company for a massive joint venture." "Tell me, does the Miller family want a project that will solidify their entire corporate empire... or do they want their son to keep his legs?" He laid out the ruthless reality right in front of me, forcing me to make a choice. I couldn't abandon Ethan. In my past life, when everyone called me a shameless disgrace for falling in love with my adoptive uncle, Ethan was the only one who defended me, time and time again. "Uncle Logan. I'm sorry." In this completely rigged game, I had no choice but to surrender. Logan didn't move. The front of his car was still aimed dead center at Ethan. "Mhm. So how are you going to behave from now on?" I lowered my eyes, my voice barely a whisper. "I won't contact him anymore." Logan's tone softened slightly. "Get in the front seat." I obediently did as I was told. The man leaned over me, pulling the seatbelt across my chest and clicking it into place. The pad of his thumb gently rubbed my earlobe. "Such a good girl." Only then did Logan put the car in drive and pull away. I gripped my seatbelt tightly, staring straight ahead. Acting as if I couldn't hear Ethan screaming my name as we drove off into the night. 05 Logan took me back to his sprawling mansion in the suburbs. I stood numbly in the foyer, watching him walk over to his liquor cabinet, pour himself a glass of whiskey, and down it in one gulp. He crunched on an ice cube and looked up at me. "Why the long face?" The sound of him crushing the ice, combined with his slow, predatory steps toward me, made me shudder involuntarily. Logan stopped right in front of me, staring intensely into my eyes. "Because of Ethan?" "What exactly do you want?" My voice betrayed a slight tremor, thick with unshed tears. "Chloe, stop playing dumb with me." I sniffled. "Logan, if you really like me, why do you have to force me into a corner like this?" Logan didn't seem to think he was doing anything wrong at all. He gently ruffled my hair. "Because you aren't being obedient enough." Every argument I had prepared died in my throat. When my grandmother called Logan's phone again, I couldn't help but let out a massive sigh of relief. The only person who could possibly save me had finally called. "Logan, when are you going to come over? We need to finalize the details of Chloe's wedding." Logan looked down at me with heavy-lidded eyes, his tone completely nonchalant. "I almost forgot to tell you." "Tell me what?" "Chloe's wedding is canceled." My eyes widened in absolute shock. My grandmother sounded incredibly confused. "What? Why?" I had a terrible feeling. Logan kept his eyes locked on me, but his words were spoken into the phone. He dragged out his words, but his tone was absolute and undeniable. "Because she is going to marry me." "From now on, I suggest you stay out of my business with her." With that, he hung up the phone. "Logan, are you completely insane?" I felt like I was at the absolute breaking point. "Why would you say that garbage to Grandma?! Are you trying to kill me?!" Logan tossed his phone onto the coffee table, reached down, and scooped me up into his arms. A second later, he dropped me onto the sofa, pressing his body over mine. He was so close I could feel the heat of his breath. "Weren't you the one who said it? You love me. You only want to marry me." I couldn't break free from his grip, so I turned my head away. "That was in the past." Logan grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. "Then learn to love me again." "Chloe, as long as you stay obediently by my side, I have all the time in the world to wait." His gaze dropped down to the side of my neck. He leaned in. The next second, I felt his lips press against my skin. My entire body went rigid. And Logan showed no signs of stopping. "Don't..." I struggled to find my voice. The man paused. After a long moment, he used his arms to push himself up slightly, hovering just above me. "Uncle Logan, can you please just let this go..." Logan kept smiling, but his eyes were filled with ice. He placed a single fingertip against my lips, tracing them gently. The silent threat was deafening. The rest of the words died in my throat, swallowed down in terror. 06 While Logan was still hovering over me, the heavy front doors were suddenly shoved open. A sliver of bright light flooded the room, making me squint. "What the hell are you doing?!" Victoria stood in the doorway, her eyes wide and bloodshot with rage. Logan's expression darkened instantly. He stood up. "You tracked me?" "If I didn't track you, would I have seen this?!" The veins on her forehead bulged visibly. "She seduced you, didn't she, Logan?" "Tell me that's what happened. Tell me it's true!" Victoria's eyes burned with sheer, unhinged madness. Logan didn't say a word. He just picked up his phone to call estate security. Taking advantage of the distraction, Victoria suddenly lunged forward. Before I could even process what was happening, she pulled a hidden razor blade from her pocket and slashed it directly at my face. I didn't have time to dodge. I squeezed my eyes shut, but the searing pain I expected never came. "Logan..." I opened my eyes. Logan's forearm was thrown up, blocking the blade. Bright red blood poured from the deep gash, dripping one drop at a time onto my jeans, blooming into dark stains. Logan didn't even flinch. He grabbed Victoria's arm and violently twisted it backward. The razor blade in her hand was forced upward, pressing directly against her own throat. "Why are you so pathetic, huh?" "A few hours ago, I rejected you to your face, and you still tracked me down like a stalker." "Is it a crime for me to love you?!" Victoria was forced to step backward under his crushing grip. The razor blade was pressing hard enough to leave a bloody line on her neck. "You're about to find out exactly how much of a crime it is." Logan gave a dark, cruel laugh and threw her aside. I could hear the sound of heavy boots running toward us. Security arrived, apologizing profusely as they dragged Victoria away. She looked completely deranged, sobbing hysterically while staring at Logan. "Did she scare you?" Logan dropped his usual careless, arrogant demeanor. He looked incredibly serious. "Did she manage to cut you?" I stared blankly at the man kneeling in front of me, looking so deeply worried. I spoke slowly, my voice dull. "You're the one who got stabbed." It was as if he hadn't even noticed his own wound until I pointed it out. ... Half an hour later, the private doctor finished wrapping the wound and left. I opened my mouth, my emotions an absolute tangled mess. "Thank you. Uncle Logan." The deep gash on his arm didn't seem to bother him at all. He pulled out a cigarette, held it between his lips, and lit it. His voice carried a slow, mocking smile. "You already hate me enough as it is. If you got scarred because of me, you'd despise me for the rest of your life." "How could I possibly give you that excuse?" I ignored his twisted, backwards logic. I just stared at the white bandages on his arm, and memories from the past came rushing back. The only reason I had fallen in love with Logan in the first place was because he was so incredibly good to me. When I was in high school, a group of local thugs kept cornering me to deliver love letters. Logan waited outside my school for a week, tracked them down in an alley, and beat them so badly they never looked at me again. In college, when a corrupt professor gave my hard-earned scholarship to a wealthy donor's kid, Logan didn't say, "It's not that much money anyway, I'll just give you ten times that." Instead, he personally went to the university board, exposed the corruption, and made sure I got my scholarship back. The atmosphere in the room had finally softened. I was just about to use the moment to beg him to let me go... When I accidentally glanced at his phone sitting on the coffee table. The screen was lighting up with rapid notifications. "Ethan: Chloe, I just got home and fixed my phone. Are you okay?" "Ethan: Logan just announced to the press that you two are getting married. He forced you into this, didn't he?" Logan had already announced it...? I had assumed he was just saying it to shut my grandmother up. I mechanically turned to look at the man sitting next to me. "Logan, what are you doing?" He didn't even look up from his phone, answering casually. "Talking to the wedding planners." "When did I ever agree to marry you?" The white light of his phone screen illuminated his face. He stopped typing. He waited until the screen automatically went black before tossing the phone aside and stepping closer to me. "From the moment you agreed to marry Ethan today, I lost all my patience." "Stop testing me, Chloe." "We are the only two people in this entire mansion. You really don't want me to accelerate this process, do you?" His gentle tone masked the most lethal, terrifying warning. I think... it was exactly in that moment. Every last ounce of affection I had ever felt for him turned to ash.

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