He Is Not My Uncle

He Is Not My Uncle

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They say obsession is not love. Oceane disagrees. From the moment she was born, Deng Kairos became the center of her universe-the only person who could calm the chaos in her mind, soothe the violence of the world, and make her feel human. To everyone else, he is her uncle. Her guardian. Family. To Oceane, he is everything. But as she grows older, the line between devotion and destruction begins to rot away. What was once dismissed as childish attachment slowly mutates into something darker, something frightening enough to tear families apart, and turn love into a battlefield. Now isolated, medicated, condemned by religion, feared by society, and haunted by desires she cannot erase, Oceane clings to the one truth she has always known: He was her home before the world taught her it was wrong. But when obsession becomes identity... when love becomes religion... and when everyone around you calls you a monster long enough- What exactly are you supposed to become? A dark psychological romance about obsession, devotion, trauma, morality, and the terrifying distance between love and ruin. "He is not my uncle. But they swear he is."
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Valeria didn't rush. She never did. Inez was pinned beneath her, wrist locked overhead, the hold precise and impersonal. Not pain. Control. Inez scoffed anyway. "That's it?" she sneered. "I've had tutors scarier than you." Valeria said nothing. The silence pressed in. "You don't scare me," Inez added, louder. Brattier. "You just-" "Enough." One word. Flat. Final. Valeria lifted Inez's chin with two fingers, detached as a correction. "Look at me," she said coolly. "If you're going to embarrass yourself, do it properly." Inez laughed, brittle. "You think this makes you powerful?" "I don't think," Valeria replied. "I decide." Her gaze never wavered. "You provoke because it's the last control you have." "I don't belong to you," Inez snapped. Valeria leaned in, voice razor-thin. "You are my wife. You belong to consequences." She released her grip. "Say it." "No." Valeria waited. The quiet broke Inez, she hated being ignored. "...I'll behave, I'll be a good girl" Inez muttered. "Specify." Inez swallowed hard. "...I'll be your good girl" Valeria stepped back, already distant. "Good," she said. "Remember why." #1 older women-13th February (FAST PACE BOOK)

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