Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 2

His voice was low and rich, smooth as whiskey. "Luna, no one in this world matters more to me than you."

The room erupted with teasing shouts and laughter, caught up in the heady rush of his confession.

Only Sunny, standing just outside the doorway, felt her chest tighten with an aching sense of loss.

So this was it. No matter how hard she tried, she could never melt the ice around this man's heart.

In his eyes, she had always come second. It didn't matter how much she gave—she would never be the one.

Sunny felt a bitter wave of self-mockery. Pathetic. She was both pitiful and laughable.

Someone returning from the restroom paused at the door, surprised to see her lingering in the hallway.

"Uh, Sunny—you're here, too? Aren't you coming in?"

Just then, the door swung open. Every head in the room turned, startled by the sight of the woman standing there, pale as a ghost.

For a moment, the air hung heavy with awkward silence—until someone tried to smooth things over.

"Oh, Sunny! You're here! Did you have breakfast yet? Come on in, join us!"

Tristan withdrew his arm from around Luna's chair, his brow creasing with a subtle frown. "What are you doing here?"

Sunny drew a slow breath and walked forward, her voice steady. "Why, Tristan—am I not allowed to be here?"

Luna immediately half-rose from her seat, eager to make room. "Sunny, you made it! Come, sit with us—I saved you a spot!"

"Don't get up, Luna." Tristan pressed his hand gently on Luna's shoulder to keep her seated.

Sunny's chest gave another sharp, familiar pang at his protective gesture.

"That's right, Luna. No need to move. I'm not here to have brunch with you all."

Tristan's voice turned guarded, a little tense. "Sunny, what are you doing? Didn't we agree to go to city hall another day?"

A mocking smile tugged at the corners of Sunny's mouth. "Not anymore."

But really, what kind of brother skips out on his own engagement to throw a welcome party for his "sister?"

Her laugh was sharp, almost cruel. "Brother and sister, huh? More like lovers, I'd say."

A vein throbbed at Tristan's temple. His voice was edged with anger. "That's enough! Sunny, I want you to apologize to Luna—right now!"

Sunny raised three fingers. "I, Sunny, swear—on everything—that I will never marry Tristan Lawson. If I break this vow, may Tristan never have an heir."

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**Reading Guide:**

Stellan Lawson is patient and cunning, seducing her step by step, and in the end, he steals the bride from his own nephew.

The story is sweet with a hint of bittersweet angst. Expect satisfying moments, a bit of heartache, and plenty of face-slapping revenge.

Hope you enjoy reading, princess—continue!