Skipped at the altar, Taken by his uncle Novel

Time Between Lost Worlds - Steven Bennett 30 Summary In Chapter 30 of "Time Between Lost Worlds," Whitney finds herself in an unexpected situation when she is drawn to a young boy who seems out of place next to a more masculine figure. The boy's innocent demeanor reminds her of her high school crush, Carter, evoking feelings of nostalgia and irony as she reflects on how much both she and Carter have changed over the years. Just as she begins to engage with the boy, Klein, her ex's imposing uncle, interrupts the moment with a commanding presence, showcasing a mix of authority and concern.

Klein's sudden arrival shifts the atmosphere dramatically, as he scolds Whitney for her drinking habits and takes charge of the situation, leading her away while asserting his dominance. Whitney feels a mix of fear and irritation at being treated like a child, especially since she is on the verge of making significant life decisions regarding her impending wedding. The tension escalates as Klein questions her interest in younger men, and despite her attempts to assert her independence, she finds herself caught in a power struggle that leaves her feeling vulnerable.

As the chapter progresses, Whitney's internal conflict deepens when she confronts her father about the wedding arrangements. Despite her clear refusal to marry Carter, her father remains steadfast, even offering her shares in the family business as an incentive. This only fuels her frustration, as she feels trapped between familial expectations and her own desires. Whitney's determination to break free from the impending marriage becomes evident, leading her to reject her father's attempts at persuasion.

The chapter concludes with Whitney's resolve to stand her ground, leaving her father in a state of frustration. Meanwhile, her mother Laura is informed of the situation, hinting at a more aggressive approach to ensure Whitney's compliance. The emotional turmoil and tension between familial obligations and personal freedom create a gripping narrative, setting the stage for the unfolding conflict as Whitney grapples with her choices and the consequences they entail.

Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **Time Between Lost Worlds - Steven Bennett** **Chapter 30** Whitney had simply pointed, her finger moving almost aimlessly, yet the instant her gaze settled on the boy's slender frame standing next to the chiseled model, he appeared comically out of place. It was as if the universe had conspired to juxtapose innocence against raw masculinity. Lena was taken aback. She had never envisioned Whitney gravitating toward such a soft, sweet, puppy-like boy. "Alright then, both of you stay," she declared, her tone light yet commanding.

The boy clad in a crisp white T-shirt, his cheeks a soft shade of pink, shyly slid into the booth beside Whitney. "Miss, let me pour you some wine," he offered, his voice ringing with a fresh, effervescent quality, reminiscent of a bubbling spring on a warm day. Whitney's gaze lingered on his clear, youthful face, and in that moment, she felt a wave of nostalgia wash over her, transporting her back to her college days. Back in high school, Carter had been just like this boy-always in white shirts, impeccably clean and neat. The mere sight of him would send girls into fits of excitement.

Whitney had never been one to scream, but deep down, she had felt that same rush; Carter had been undeniably handsome, a vision that lingered in her memory. As they transitioned into college, Carter had transformed. He had embraced fitness, his figure filling out, but with the change came a retreat into silence. He spoke less and less, his once vibrant personality dimmed. "Miss? Miss?" The boy's innocent face twisted in uncertainty as he bit his lower lip, calling to her softly, pulling her from her reverie. Whitney blinked, her focus snapping back to the present.

"How old are you?" she inquired, curiosity piqued. "Just turned nineteen," he replied, his timidity evident. 'Only nineteen? At that age, I was still chasing after Carter,' Whitney mused inwardly, a pang of irony striking her. The boy, still sounding a bit hesitant, ventured, "Miss, do you want to order another bottle?" "Just get the cheapest one. I haven't finished my mission tonight," he added, a hint of determination in his voice.

Whitney was about to agree when suddenly, a powerful arm-muscles taut, veins subtly visible-seized the collar of the boy's white T-shirt and unceremoniously tossed him out of the booth. The cold, imposing figure of Klein loomed over Whitney, who had just taken a hearty gulp of her drink and let out an unintentional burp. "Whitney, didn't I tell you to pace yourself with the drinks? You never listen, do you?" he admonished, his tone a mix of irritation and concern. Startled, Whitney lifted her gaze, her eyes widening as she recognized him standing there, a tempest of authority. "Mr.

Harris?" she exclaimed, disbelief coloring her voice. Lena, too, was struck by Whitney's slip of the tongue, her hand still resting on the model's sculpted abs, frozen in place as Klein's deep, icy voice rumbled in her ear, "Lena, where exactly do you think you're touching?" If looks could pierce, Lena would have been skewered a thousand times by the frost emanating from Klein's eyes. Dustin, his jaw clenched tight, shot a glare at the frozen woman. "Klein, I'm taking her home.

Now." Without waiting for any form of agreement, Klein hoisted Lena over his shoulder, storming out with an aura of icy anger trailing behind him. Klein, with a nonchalant air, slid one hand into his pocket and turned his gaze lazily toward Whitney's lips. "And you? Are you capable of walking on your own, or should I carry you too?" Whitney felt a genuine wave of fear wash over her. "I-I'll walk," she stammered, her mind racing. 'Oh my God, the first time I ever booked a male model, and I get caught by my ex's uncle.

What kind of cursed luck is this?' The nineteen-year-old boy watched helplessly as his potential clients vanished in an instant, nearly tearing at his own hair in frustration. "Miss?" he called out, but his voice was swallowed by the chaos. Whitney lowered her head, following Klein to the parking lot. Abruptly, he halted, and she collided with his solid back. "Ouch," she winced softly, the impact sending a jolt of pain through her. Rubbing her forehead, she shot Klein a glare, half-hearted and more annoyed than angry. Klein's lips curled into a slight smirk. "Does it hurt? Good.

Maybe that'll serve as a reminder, so you don't get too bold and think you can wander wherever you please." Whitney bristled at his words. "I'm an adult already. It's not like bars are off-limits for me," she retorted, her voice steady, though a hint of defiance flickered in her eyes. "Huh?" Klein's drawl was low, but the way it lifted at the end sent a shiver down her spine. "What did you say? Care to repeat that?" Though he didn't sound overtly angry, Whitney felt a chill creep over her, and she forced a laugh to ease the tension. "No, Mr. Harris.

I was mistaken." "Get in the car," Klein commanded, his tone brooking no argument. He slid into the backseat, and Whitney followed suit, her heart racing. "Marco, step out for a moment," Klein ordered the driver, who complied without hesitation, leaving Whitney and Klein in the confined space of the vehicle. "Whitney," Klein began, his tone inscrutable, "do you find nineteen-year-old boys appealing?" Whitney opened her mouth, ready to protest. "I don't like them. I was just curious," she defended, her cheeks flushing slightly.

"Curious about what?" Klein pressed, leaning in closer, his handsome face mere inches from hers. "You have five days left until your wedding." Whitney rolled her eyes internally. "I've already broken up with him," she shot back, her voice steady, but her heart raced with anxiety. Klein leaned back, his demeanor casual yet his gaze sharp. "Really? Then why is my dad still merrily picking out his suit for the wedding?" Whitney's brows knitted together in confusion. "They still haven't told James? Seriously? They're not taking this seriously at all," she thought, frustration bubbling within her.

Her expression hardened. "Well, I've made it clear. I'm not showing up on the wedding day," she stated firmly, her resolve unwavering. Something flickered in Klein's dark eyes-an emotion she couldn't quite decipher. His voice dropped to a low, husky tone. "You truly won't go?" "Yes. I won't," she affirmed, her tone resolute. A faint smile tugged at Klein's lips, a hint of approval. "Understood. I'll take you home now. Let me handle the rest." "Oh, and just call me by my name," he added casually, as if it were the most natural request in the world.

Whitney froze for a heartbeat, the weight of his words settling heavily on her. Somehow, addressing him by name felt like an insurmountable task. "Got it, Klein," she managed, her voice barely above a whisper. His gaze brightened instantly, warmth flooding his eyes. "Yes. Good girl." ***** That night, Whitney lay in bed, her mind racing, unable to find solace in sleep. She stared at the text message from her father, squinting at the screen in disbelief. What is he thinking? If he doesn't cancel this, is he really planning to let the wedding day turn into a disaster?

she pondered, anxiety gnawing at her. The following morning, Whitney decided to take leave from work and headed straight to AetherTech, her heart pounding in her chest. This time, the ascent to the upper floors was surprisingly smooth, devoid of the usual obstacles. Samuel spotted his daughter and, to her astonishment, didn't appear irritated. "You saw my message from yesterday, right? Good. Today, you and Carter will go try on your wedding outfits. After that, you can go get the marriage certificate," he stated matter-of-factly. Whitney stared at him as if he had lost his mind.

"Dad, I've told you countless times. We broke up. I'm not getting married," she insisted, frustration bubbling to the surface. Samuel took a leisurely sip of his coffee, unfazed. "And I remember my response. I don't agree." "Whitney, if you agree to go through with the wedding with Carter, I'll give you an additional five percent of AetherTech shares. With the five percent your grandmother already gifted you, that'll total ten percent. Are you satisfied with that?" he added, his tone businesslike. Whitney felt a wave of indignation wash over her.

She didn't care about AetherTech shares in the slightest. Even if he offered her a hundred percent, she still wouldn't marry Carter. "Dad, there are only four days left. You need to reconsider this. It's not too late to cancel. Otherwise, the one who'll end up embarrassed won't just be me; it'll be you too," she declared, her voice steady as she turned on her heel and walked out, refusing to look back. Samuel's expression turned icy, frustration etched on his features. Faced with his obstinate daughter, he abandoned all attempts at reason, his patience wearing thin.

"Samuel, what's going on?" Laura answered her phone from the beauty salon, her tone light. "The wedding is the day after tomorrow. Find a way to bring Whitney back. I don't care how you do it, but I must see her there, in person," he ordered, his voice firm. Laura paused, a soft laugh escaping her lips. "Alright, I got it." 'So Whitney has given him trouble again. If being gentle doesn't work, then we'll have to take a harder approach,' Laura thought, determination settling in.

Conclusion In the tumultuous aftermath of the evening, Whitney found herself at a crossroads, her heart heavy with the weight of decisions that loomed closer than ever. The encounter with Klein had stirred emotions she thought buried, igniting a flicker of hope amidst the chaos of her impending wedding. The boy's innocent charm had reminded her of simpler times, yet the reality of her situation was starkly different. With her father's insistence on the wedding and the lingering shadow of Carter, Whitney felt trapped in a web of expectations that threatened to suffocate her.

Yet, the resolve she felt when confronting her father was a testament to her growing strength; she was no longer the girl who would bend to familial pressure. Instead, she was poised to reclaim her narrative, determined to forge her own path. As the sun rose on a new day, Whitney's spirit began to shift. The confrontation with her father was not just a rejection of the wedding but a declaration of her autonomy.

The glimmer of possibility that Klein's presence had ignited in her heart now felt like a beacon guiding her toward a future she could envision-one where she could embrace her true self without the chains of obligation. With every step she took away from AetherTech, a sense of liberation washed over her, bolstering her resolve to confront the truth of her feelings and the life she truly desired. Whitney was no longer just a pawn in someone else's game; she was ready to reclaim her story, to stand firm in her choices, and to embrace whatever lay ahead with open arms.

Will she find the courage to stand her ground, or will her father's persuasive tactics lead her down a path she desperately wants to avoid? Moreover, the dynamics between Whitney and Klein will deepen, as their charged interactions hint at a complex relationship that extends beyond mere exasperation. Klein's unexpected support may present a new layer of intrigue, challenging Whitney to reconsider her feelings not just about her impending marriage, but also about her own identity and desires.

With Klein's enigmatic nature and his subtle encouragement, readers will be left wondering if he could become an ally in her quest for autonomy or if he has his own agenda. As secrets unravel and old wounds resurface, the chapter promises to deliver unexpected twists that will keep readers on the edge of their seats, eager to see how Whitney navigates this tumultuous time in her life. Dex Morgan Dex Morgan works to elevate each story with clean writing, emotional balance, and thoughtful flow for readers.