I Married His Uncle for Revenge

Chapter 8

Quentin Sterling canceled all his work commitments to whisk me away on a getaway to a private island, concerned that the recent drama might have affected me. That was just like him—always putting my needs above his own.

I leaned against his shoulder, watching the horizon where the sea kissed the sky.

"I'm not really sad," I said quietly. "Just... regretful. Wasting my best years on someone like that."

He tightened his arm around me and kissed the top of my head. "From now on, I'll make sure every day is better than the last."

On my birthday, Quentin took me to the city's highest revolving restaurant. I thought it was just a simple celebration—until the lights of the entire city suddenly went dark.

Across the river, the towering skyscrapers lit up with a massive proposal: [Bianca Northwood, Marry Me]. Hundreds of drones lit up the night sky, creating a surreal dance of hearts, diamond rings, and angels. It was a dream come true.

Quentin dropped to one knee, pulling a velvet box from his suit pocket. His friends appeared out of nowhere, clinking glasses of champagne and cheering.

"Bianca," he said, his voice trembling just slightly, "our last engagement was arranged by our families. But today, I want to ask you myself—"

"Bianca Northwood, will you marry me?"

Tears blurred my vision as I held out my left hand. "Yes."

The moment the ring slid onto my finger, fireworks exploded overhead. We kissed, surrounded by the cheers of our loved ones, and for a moment, it felt like the world had faded away—leaving only the two of us.

Our wedding was set for three months later. From the venue decorations to my wedding gown, Quentin oversaw every detail—even handpicking my bouquet. But as we exchanged rings, the doors of the banquet hall suddenly burst open.

Ethan Sterling, who was supposed to be recovering from his injuries, stumbled inside, blood staining his pristine white suit.

"Bianca!" he shouted hoarsely. "You can't marry him!"

Quentin's father roared in fury and signaled to the bodyguards.

"You disgrace! Today is your uncle's wedding!"

"I don't care!" Ethan shoved the guards aside. "Bianca, in our past life, we loved each other until the end! That should've been our fate!"

Had I not been reborn, his dramatic outburst might've swayed me. But now, it only amused me.

"Ethan," I said coolly, linking arms with Quentin, "the man I love is your uncle. From now on, you can call me Auntie."

Then I kissed my groom.

Ethan's face went white as his wounds reopened, and he collapsed, being carried out by security.

After the wedding, Ethan severed all ties with the Sterling family, swearing to destroy Quentin. But his ventures failed one after another, and eventually, he faded into obscurity.

Meanwhile, Quentin turned his focus back to his family's business. With his sharp business acumen, he soon led the Sterlings to the pinnacle of the corporate world.

One rainy night, curled up in his arms, I asked, "What if you'd never met me in this life?"

His fingers paused as he traced the ring on my finger.

"Let me tell you a story," he said softly. "Ten years ago, at a gala, I saw a girl whose dress was stained with red wine."

"The host didn't scold her. Instead, she ran to grab paint and turned the stain into a rose. That girl stayed in my mind for a decade."

My breath caught. That had been my debutante ball.

"Later, I heard she was in love, so I left the country," he continued. "If I couldn't marry you, I'd have buried her husband's company in contracts instead."

So, my so-called fate of bringing fortune wasn't just chance—it was him, silently watching over me, twice.

I rolled on top of him, tears spilling onto his chest.

"Let's have a baby," I whispered. "Then we can design their little clothes together."

He laughed softly, kissing me as the moonlight poured through the curtains, wrapping around our tangled bodies.