My Uncle Died ,His Lover Threatened My Family — Novel

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After the shocking death of Uncle Jack, the tension in the family reaches a breaking point. His widow, Linda, arrives at the doorstep demanding a million dollars, convinced that her grief entitles her to a fortune. But when she threatens violence, the stakes skyrocket. As the family struggles to cope with their loss, you can't help but wonder: what will they do to protect themselves from Linda's wrath?

Caught in the crossfire of accusations and deceit, the family is forced to confront buried secrets. When the shocking news of Linda's pregnancy surfaces, everything changes. Is this a desperate ploy to gain leverage, or could it genuinely complicate their lives further? As the family grapples with the implications, hidden truths begin to unravel, revealing betrayals that could shatter their fragile bonds.

With every encounter more volatile than the last, the protagonist finds themselves at the center of a storm they never asked for. Will they muster the courage to face Linda's threats head-on and uncover the truth behind their uncle's death? In a world where every decision could lead to disaster, how far will they go to reclaim their lives and protect their family?

My Uncle Died ,His Lover Threatened My Family1

It was the day after New Year's when my uncle Jack burst into our place and slapped me across the face, shouting about my disheveled hair.

Fed up with our long-standing feuds, I impulsively got a haircut that night—defying his superstitious beliefs that starting the year with drastic changes brings bad luck to him.

Ironically, he died in a mishap the very next day, and Jack's wife, Linda came knocking for a million bucks.

"We're talking about a life here! You owe me a million!"

I laughed coldly and retorted without missing a beat, "Alright then, I'll just get a hair transplant and bring him back!"

Bring back my dear uncle Jack!

***

The day after New Year's had me wrapping up an all-nighter on a project.

Mom asked me to attend to the guests, but no sooner had I shown up than Jack, citing my unkempt hair, smacked me hard twice.

"You little punk, always loafing around at home! Consider that slap a favor from your folks."

It took me a moment to catch my breath.

He was sprawled on our sofa like he owned the place, feet up on the coffee table, mumbling away.