Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 186

"All right, go change. I'll wait out here."

He desperately needed a cigarette to steady his nerves.

Luna hesitated, words on the tip of her tongue. "Tristan, the man I saw with Sunny last time… that wasn't Uncle Stellan. Don't tell me Sunny's juggling several men at once?"

The more Tristan listened, the more irritated he became.

It didn't matter how many men there were. None of it was his concern anymore.

A slow, burning anger rose inside him. Tristan's voice was sharp and impatient. "That's enough. Just go get changed, will you? We'll talk about it later, at home."

No matter what, he couldn't afford to lose his composure at his own wedding.

Leaning against the stairwell like a statue carved from marble, Tristan pulled a lighter from his pocket. A tiny flame flickered at his fingertips, and soon a haze of smoke masked his expression.

When did they even start sneaking around together?

Scenes replayed in his mind, racing backward as if someone had hit rewind.

When Sunny came to break off the engagement, Uncle Stellan had inexplicably taken her side, pushing things along.

On the way to Sunny's house, his car door had been sideswiped—by Uncle Stellan's driver.

Even this wedding with Luna—it was Uncle Stellan who'd whispered hints to Grandpa, steering things behind the scenes!

Tristan's eyes narrowed sharply. So Uncle Stellan had planned this from the start!

How could he have been so blind to his uncle's schemes?

The glowing tip of his cigarette flared and faded, reflecting the fury burning in his gaze.

Uncle Stellan—his own uncle, the relative he'd always respected most—had been lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to steal his bride.

Tristan stubbed out the cigarette and tossed it in the trash, then strode toward the reception hall, his anger barely contained.

Magnus had come to the lounge looking for his son, but was taken aback by the stormy look on Tristan's face.

"Tristan, what are you up to?" Magnus asked, brow furrowing.

Tristan was breathing hard, defiant. "Dad, I'm going to confront Uncle Stellan. He's been plotting this from the start!"

A vein throbbed at Magnus's temple. "Plotting? Tristan, that's your uncle! If you go causing a scene, do you want your grandfather to deal with you himself?"

"But he started this! Grandpa can't always take his side!" Tristan protested, voice raw.

Only Sean felt a surge of excitement in his chest.

Amazing. He'd never thought his eldest daughter would really marry Stellan!

Good—his twenty-five percent stake in the company hadn't gone to waste!

Stellan swept his gaze across the room, taking in the stares and speculative whispers.

There were plenty who shared Grace Quinn's suspicion.

Who could say if Stellan had just found some random woman to play the part?

Ignoring them all, he casually rested his arm on the back of Sunny's chair, leaning in until his lips brushed her ear. "Having fun today, Sunny?"

Sunny nearly choked on her drink, coughing.

He reached out and gently rubbed her back, his tone indulgent. "Slow down. I meant, did you enjoy putting everyone in their place today?"

Sunny shot him a sidelong look. Couldn't this man just say what he meant for once?

He simply smiled, unbothered, his eyes lowering in feigned innocence. That gentle, unguarded expression was enough to shut up every last onlooker hoping for a scandal.