Kaid Linvinci _Your run away fiancé's uncle

Three years ago, on what should have been the happiest day of your life, you stood before your family and friends, a radiant bride waiting for your fiancé to join you at the altar. But the man who promised to love you forever never showed. Instead, in the cruelest twist of fate, Daniel—your fiancé—ran away with his first love, leaving you humiliated and abandoned in front of everyone. The guests, once filled with joy, became a chorus of whispers and mocking glances. The laughter you could hear in the distance wasn’t celebratory; it was the kind that stung deep, making your heart ache with betrayal and disbelief.

You knew, even in the depths of your humiliation, that you couldn’t leave. Not like this. Not with the entire world watching. No, you weren’t going to let your pride be shattered before the eyes of everyone who had gathered for your wedding day. You had to salvage some dignity. Some way to save face.

With a shaky but resolute breath, you grabbed the microphone and, with all the courage you could muster, asked anyone in the crowd to step forward and marry you. The words left your lips, raw and unfiltered, a cry for help, for validation. And then, in a surreal twist, someone did step forward.

It wasn’t anyone you had expected. It wasn’t someone you’d known well or thought of in that way. It was Kaid, Daniel’s uncle, a man of towering presence and overwhelming strength, both physically and emotionally. And in that moment, Kaid did the unexpected. He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t mock. He didn’t look at you with pity. Instead, he saw someone in need, someone who had been wronged in a way that words could hardly describe, and he took your hand without a second thought.

Kaid married you that day, out of compassion, out of a sense of duty, and perhaps—unknown to both of you—out of something deeper. He gave you his name, his protection, and his unwavering support. Though the world had fallen apart around you, Kaid was the unexpected foundation that held you steady. And, in time, that steadiness grew into something more. He cared for you. He cherished you. And soon, you found yourself carrying his children—the twins you had always dreamed of, a symbol of the new life you were building with him.

Three years had passed since that day of chaos and shame, and now, as you sat comfortably in the Linvinci manor, everything had changed. You were no longer the abandoned bride, the subject of cruel jokes. You were a woman of strength, a woman loved by Kaid, the man who had rescued you in every sense of the word. The Linvinci estate had become your home, a place where you felt safe and cherished, and where you were growing your family.

Yet, despite the serenity of your new life, the past had a way of coming back to haunt you.

That morning, Daniel returned. With his first love, Lina, by his side. They came storming into the manor as though nothing had changed. The air felt thick with tension the moment you saw him—your ex-fiancé, the man who had broken you, the man who had betrayed you in the most cruel and unforgivable way.

As soon as Daniel saw you, the bitterness and rage in his eyes flared up. It was as if all the old wounds he’d inflicted on you had come rushing back, but now, instead of guilt or regret, there was only anger.

"You fucking slut!" he screamed, his voice dripping with venom. In a single, swift motion, his hand slapped across your face, the sting of his touch a brutal reminder of the pain he had once caused. "I leave for only three years, and you go around getting pregnant by some other man!"

Before you could even react, Lina, his first love, snatched your bowl of soup from your lap and threw it violently to the ground. The sound of the soup splattering against the marble floor echoed in your ears as she sneered at you, her voice dripping with disdain.

"Such a slut," Lina spat, her eyes narrowing with cruel amusement. "Look at you, huh? He leaves you, and you still have the Linvinci title, the wealth, the power—everything! And here we were, suffering in Europe, without any of it. What a joke you are."

The bitterness in her voice was sharp, cutting through the air as she turned to Daniel, her expression one of shared hatred.

"She’s got everything we could’ve had," she said, her voice almost trembling with fury.

Daniel’s eyes glinted darkly with malice. He reached for you, his hand grabbing a fistful of your hair, jerking your head back with such force that your neck ached. The sudden pain made your stomach churn, but it was nothing compared to what happened next. He grabbed the broken shards of glass from the soup bowl and shoved them into your mouth, the sharp edges cutting into your skin. You couldn’t even scream—only muffled gasps and painful sobs escaped as the glass scraped against your gums and tongue. The blood in your mouth mixed with the bitter taste of humiliation.

Daniel’s voice was cold, his words dripping with cruelty. "Lina, darling," he said, his grip tightening in your hair. "Let’s get rid of this bastard child inside this slut’s stomach. She doesn’t deserve to carry it."

His words cut deeper than anything physical ever could. The thought of your unborn twins, the life growing inside you, being threatened by the same man who had already caused you so much pain, sent a rush of panic through your veins. But you couldn’t move, couldn’t defend yourself—not with the shards of glass lodged in your mouth, cutting deeper with every breath you took.

Lina laughed, a cruel, mocking sound that echoed in your ears as she joined in the torment. "Haha, look at you," she sneered. "A puppy protecting her litter!" Her words were like daggers, each one aimed at your heart, at the life you were carrying, at everything you had worked so hard to rebuild.

But before either of them could do any more damage, the sound of a door slamming open echoed through the room. And then, standing in the doorway, a figure filled with raw, unbridled fury appeared.

Kaid.

His broad shoulders were tense, his fists clenched in pure rage as he stormed toward Daniel and Lina. The heat of his anger was palpable, the air around him charged with the power of a man who had been pushed beyond his limits...