Trading My Ex for His Uncle

"Mmph!" Nyla's eyes widened in shock.

Was Damon out of his mind?!

First, he had forced a kiss on her in the private room, and now he was doing it out in the open... If someone saw them, she couldn't even imagine the consequences.

She tried to push him away with her hands against his chest, but his body was like a wall of steel. No matter how hard she pushed, he didn't budge.

"Uncle Damon- Mmph! Let... Let go..." She struggled to speak.

Damon pressed against her, his eyes blazing with anger. She had kept the fact that she had set Cyrus up to kidnap her a secret, and now she wanted to distance herself from him.

As if!

Anger flashed in Nyla's eyes when she saw that Damon had no intention of letting her go. She bit down hard on his lip.

Damon winced and released her, sneering. "Are you a dog?"

"What does that have to do with you? Don't forget, I'm your niece-in-law!" Nyla hissed.

Damon raised an eyebrow at her attempt to use her status to make him let her go. "You sent Clark's father to jail. Do you really think he will stay married to you?"

"That doesn't concern you. If you don't let me go, I'll call for help," Nyla countered.

Her angry expression, like a cat with its fur bristling, seemed to amuse Damon. He leaned in closer, their lips almost touching.

Nyla's breath caught. "What are you doing?"

"If you want to call for help, go ahead. By tomorrow, everyone will know about this," Damon said.

Damon's indifference to Nyla's threat made her look away coldly. "Don't forget, Cyrus is not only Clark's father but also your older brother. How is it appropriate to be entangled with the woman who sent your brother to jail?"

Damon chuckled softly. "You don't need to use these words to provoke me. Now that you've angered everyone in the Sumners, your only choice to avoid retaliation is to be with me."

Nyla turned to him sharply. "Do you even hear yourself?"

Damon wanted to be with her despite her having sent Cyrus to jail and her opposition to his family?

"Think it over, and let me know once you've decided," Damon said.

Nyla frowned and replied coldly, "There's no need to think it over. I won't agree. I don't want to be involved with the Sumners any further."

If the Sumners found out she was involved with Damon, they'd never let her go. She didn't want to get involved with Damon either.

Damon remained patient. "I have plenty of time."

Nyla looked up at him, her face

expressionless. "Uncle Damon,

many women would want to be net

with

you if you're willing. Why can't you just let me go?" én.swnovels.net

"Because none of those women are you," he replied.

The sincerity and tenderness in

Damon's eyes made Nyla look away. SheBelongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

feelin't bear the intensity of h

feelings or the process of falling for someone only to be disappointed.

"I'm nothing special, and I'm still married to Clark. Even if I divorce him, I won't be with you because I don't like you," she stated.

Damon's gaze darkened. "Not liking me now doesn't matter. You will eventually."

Nyla was about to argue back when. Damon suddenly released her and said, "It's getting late. You should go. If you change your mind, contact me anytime." én.swnovels.net

Nyla lowered her gaze and didn't continue the argument. As long as she didn't give in, Damon couldn't force her to stay with him.

Relieved by this realization, she quickly left without saying goodbye, her heart still racing.

Damon smirked as he watched her retreating figure, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

...

Back home, Nyla's heart finally began to calm down.

When Damon had suggested they be together, she had felt a momentary thrill and almost agreed. In the end, though, reason prevailed.