Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla)

The Weirs' villa was expansive, and reaching the garden required walking down a winding path.

With everyone else gathered in the main hall, the path was quiet and serene. Flowers and neatly trimmed shrubs lined the way, their fragrance mingling with the night breeze to create a calming atmosphere. As Nyla approached the garden, she suddenly heard a low, muffled groan from the nearby bushes. Her steps faltered, and she glanced toward the sound, feeling a pang of unease.

Without a second thought, she turned and began hurrying back the way she had come.

Before she could get far, a hot hand clasped around her waist.

"Ah!" Nyla screamed in surprise, only to be met moments later by a fiery, demanding kiss.

The familiar scent of pine filled her senses, and she stared in shock. The man kissing her was none other than Damon!

Before she could react, Damon's hands slid from her waist to her back. She shivered and tried to push him away, but his grip was too strong. She bit his lip hard.

When he recoiled in pain, she snapped, "Damon, are you out of your mind? This is the Weirs' estate!"

For a brief moment, Damon's eyes cleared, but then they grew unfocused again as he resumed kissing her. His reason was clouded by the effects of the drug, and all he could think about was the woman in front of him.

Nyla squirmed and struggled, but it was futile. Damon's kisses were hot and aggressive, threatening to overwhelm her senses.

"Mm- Let go!" she cried.

She had drunk quite a bit herself and was struggling to think clearly, but she still fought with all her might to push Damon away.

It seemed evident to her that his behavior was out of character due to being drugged.

"Damon, let me go. I'll find someone to help you," Nyla pleaded.

Just as she managed to push him away, he kissed her again, and they both tumbled into the nearby flower bed.

Nyla's phone lit up briefly on the ground. It was a message from Valarie.

...

An hour later, Valarie called Nyla's phone, unable to find her in the garden.

The call rang for a long time before Nyla's hoarse voice answered.

"Valarie," she said.

"Nyla, where are you? The fireworks are about to start. I specially prepared this for you. They were supposed to go off an hour ago, but there was an issue with the last batch. I had to get a replacement, and it's ready now," Valarie explained.

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Checking her messages, Nyla saw Valarie's text from an hour ago. She smiled wryly, thinking that things might have turned out differently if she had received it even a minute earlier.

"I had to leave suddenly and won't make it back in time to see the fireworks. Thank you so much, Valarie," Nyla offered an excuse.

Valarie sounded disappointed but didn't give up. "Is there time to come back now? The fireworks won't take long."

"It's probably too late. I'm almost in the city," Nyla replied.

Valarie's family villa was in the suburbs, about a half-hour drive from the city.

"Alright, it's fine. Next time you come to my house, I'll prepare something special just for us," Valarie said.

"Sure. I have other things to take care of now. So, see you next time. Happy birthday, Valarie!" Nyla wished her.

After ending the call, Nyla's phone slipped from her hand, and tears began to fall.

Fireworks exploded above the villa, their vibrant display lighting up the sky.

Nyla glanced back one last time before turning her gaze forward as she drove away.