Claimed by My Ex’s Uncle Novel – When Talia Taylor stepped out of the prison, it was raining. Her loose sleeves covered her alarmingly thin body. A chill hit her straight in the face, and she hugged herself, shivering. Three years had passed.
Talia never thought she would make it out of prison alive. She walked numbly along the wall, moving slowly because her legs were stiff. Her feet, once so graceful in ballet, now hurt badly with each step, like she was walking on knife tips. Then, a Cayenne stopped in front of Talia.
The second she saw the license plate, she turned pale, and a hint of complexity flickered in her eyes. The car window rolled down, and Kendrick Deven’s handsome but cold face showed up. “You’re lame?” Kendrick glanced at Talia’s legs, his voice flat and emotionless.
Talia’s eyes started to sting for no reason. This was the fiancé she had loved for seven whole years. And it was he who got her thrown into prison. Was he showing concern by asking that? But from day one in there, Talia got beaten up by the other inmates. They said Kendrick paid them to “take special care” of her. “Get in the car.” Kendrick casually draped his arm on the car window.
He looked tall and sharp in his bespoke suit, all cool and distant. If it weren’t for that guy’s order, he wouldn’t have come to pick Talia up. Talia could tell that Kendrick was running out of patience with her, just like her parents. When she was brought back to the Taylor family at 14, her parents felt bad at first and wanted to make it right.
But their foster daughter Valerie Taylor, whom they had raised for 14 years, turned them against her. When Talia got framed by Valerie at 21, the Taylor family just lost it. “Yeah, Valerie isn’t our blood, but so what? She has been with us for years. We already took you back.
What more do you want?” “Talia, how could you do that to Valerie? You’re not like her. You weren’t raised by us, so you’ll never be as good as her.” What did Talia even do? Why wouldn’t they believe her even once? “Get in the car!” Kendrick glanced at Talia’s legs, and his brow furrowed a little.
There was a nasty scar on her pale ankle, like a grotesque centipede crawling across her skin. It looked like it was sliced by something sharp. Kendrick looked away and called out, “Robert.” Robert Schumann got out of the driver’s seat and said respectfully, “Ms. Taylor, Mr. Deven wants you to get in the car.” When Talia still didn’t move, Robert reached out to grab her.