Burning Desire of My Husband's Uncle
In a game of deception, one forbidden desire could change everything.
Forced into an arranged marriage with a wealthy heir she doesn't love, Lena is determined to escape. Her plan? Disguise herself as an unattractive woman to drive her husband away and earn a swift divorce.
But things don't go as planned.
Neil River-the enigmatic uncle of her husband-is a sharp, dangerous man who knows far more than he should. Not only does he see through Lena's disguise, but he also uncovers her double life as the mysterious owner of an elite karaoke club that men whisper about in secret.
Instead of exposing her, Neil becomes intrigued.
He tempts her, pushes her, until Lena finds herself caught in a dangerous game-one where the lines between revenge, lust, and love begin to blur.
Can Lena escape the pull of a man she was never meant to love-her husband's uncle?
"So? Did you manage to seduce your husband today?"
"No, Uncle. I got all dolled up since dawn, but he... he looked at me like I was disgusting."
"Then what if I'm the one... who's tempted?"
"Uncle... you're joking, right?"
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Chapter 1
“Ugh, she’s so ugly! Why do I have to marry this hideous woman, Mom?!” Axel shouted loudly in the luxurious living room, glaring at Lena with sheer disgust. Lena stood awkwardly in her shabby clothes.
“Shut your mouth!” Richard, Axel’s father, barked in a firm, authoritative voice. “She is your wife now, and you will respect her!”
Axel scoffed. “I don’t want an ugly wife like her! Just look at her! Braided hair, thick glasses like magnifying lenses, and—ugh—her face is covered with acne scars! This is humiliating!”
Lena lowered her head, fighting back tears. Gently, she tried to touch her newlywed husband’s arm. “Darling… why are you saying such things? I’m your wife…”
Instead of responding, Axel shoved her hand away roughly. “Don’t touch me!”
The push sent Lena stumbling backward, losing her balance. Her small body bumped into someone standing silently behind her.
Bang!
“Ah!” Lena gasped softly.
She quickly turned and found herself face-to-face with a tall, broad-shouldered man in a sharp black suit. His handsome, chiseled face carried an air of command, his eyes cold and piercing.
“What’s going on here?” he asked, his deep voice laced with authority.
“Uncle!” Axel stepped forward. “You saw it yourself, didn’t you? How ugly this woman is? And me… I had to marry her because of this ridiculous arranged marriage! It’s insane!”
The man—Neil—stared at Axel with an unreadable expression. His cold gaze sent shivers down everyone’s spine.
Slowly, his eyes shifted to Lena. He examined her from head to toe—her strange braids, thick glasses hiding her eyes, her plain face dotted with scars, and her oversized house dress.
But Neil said nothing. He only sighed, walked past them, and climbed the stairs without looking back.
“What’s the matter with you?” Elizabeth, Axel’s mother, scolded. “Axel, take your wife to your room now. She needs rest. Poor thing, she just came from her grandmother’s house.”
Axel turned sharply. “Who would want to share a room with this ugly duckling?”
“Axel!” Richard thundered.
“I’ve had enough of this stupid marriage! I will not pretend to love this ugly woman! I’m leaving!”
“Axel! You ungrateful child!” Richard roared again, angrier than before, but Axel had already slammed the door and stormed out.
Silence blanketed the room. Lena stood frozen, holding back the tears threatening to fall. Elizabeth walked over and gently patted her back.
“Sweetheart… come, let me take you to your room.”
Lena only nodded. She pulled her suitcase behind her, following her mother-in-law in silence.
The room was spacious, with a soft bed and a private bathroom. But to Lena, it felt strange. Not a home—just a gilded cage.
“I’m sorry about Axel. He just needs time to accept you as his wife. Don’t be sad, he’ll come around eventually,” Elizabeth said soothingly.
Lena forced a smile. A thin smile, more painful than tears.
“All right, rest well tonight. You must be tired,” Elizabeth added softly before closing the door.
The moment her footsteps faded, Lena moved quickly. She locked the door, nearly laughing at herself—surprised she could act that well. She glanced at her watch.
8 p.m. It was time.
She opened the large suitcase by the bed, pulled out a casual T-shirt and culotte pants, and changed swiftly.
Behind that clumsy, innocent appearance… hid a completely different Lena.
She slipped a stunning black dress into her bag, opened the window, and carefully jumped into the backyard garden. Her movements were swift as she slipped through the mansion’s back gate.
“Madam?” the security guard asked, confused. “Where are you going at this hour?”
Lena flashed a sweet smile, pulling a few bills from her wallet. “Please don’t tell anyone I went out tonight, okay?”
The guard hesitated, then nodded. “Understood.”
Lena hurried toward a white car parked nearby. A young woman sat in the driver’s seat, waiting for her.
“Miss? Why are you dressed like that?” the woman asked, surprised at Lena’s unusual barefaced look.
“It doesn’t matter. Just drive,” Lena replied coldly.
The car sped off into the glittering city, heading toward a famous nightlife spot called Selena’s Dreame.
The night had only just begun.
And Lena… was not the woman her husband thought she was.
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8.2
I was trapped in a velvet booth at Le Bernardin, Arthur Sterling’s hand crawling up my knee as he whispered that my father would be in handcuffs by morning if I didn't spend the night with him.
Desperate to escape, I lunged at the only man more dangerous than Arthur—Gunnar Kirk, the "Butcher of Wall Street"—and kissed him in front of every camera in the room, thinking I was choosing the lesser of two evils.
I was wrong; Gunnar didn't just play along, he took possession, forcing me into a cold-blooded contract to be his fake fiancée to save his corporate image from an SEC investigation. While my greedy stepmother and sister were busy fighting over the diamonds he sent, I was living in terror, trying to hide the one thing that truly mattered: my infant son, hidden away with a nanny in a cramped Queens apartment. When my baby suffered a febrile seizure and I rushed to the ER, I looked up to see Gunnar standing in the doorway, his glacial eyes boring into me as he realized the "ruined" socialite was hiding a child from her past.
I tried to sabotage the wedding, setting up my fame-hungry stepsister as a decoy bride so I could flee to Switzerland with my son, but Gunnar caught me on the fire escape before I could take a single step toward freedom. He threw me over his shoulder like a sack of flour and told me that if I didn't walk down that aisle, he would personally ensure my father rotted in prison.
We stood at the altar and exchanged vows in a ceremony built on blackmail and lies, but as we walked out as husband and wife, Gunnar didn't look at me with affection; he turned to his assistant and ordered a total deep dive into the medical records I had spent a year trying to erase.
"Find out exactly what happened during those nine months in Switzerland, and tell me who that baby really belongs to."
9.1
He lifted his hand and brushed a strand of hair from my face, fingers grazing too gently. I snapped, "How many times do I have to tell you not to touch me?" His mouth curved, the faintest smirk. "You walked in here looking like a fucking temptation. And you think I'm not supposed to touch?" I tilted my chin, refusing to back down. "Funny. I thought you said I didn't look good." He leaned closer, voice low, eyes burning through me. "You don't look good. You look dangerous." My chest tightened, heat crawling under my skin. I rolled my eyes, masking the pull I refused to admit. "Get lost," I muttered, shoving against him. "You're mine, Tessa,"
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His Biker Girl | swore l'd never get tangled up with bikers. Then I met him.
Jason "Viper" Kane, the ruthless prince of the Black Serpents.
Arrogant. Untouchable. Dangerous. Every girl on campus wants him, but not me. He thought I'd be easy to break. He was wrong.
Her Biker Prince She's fire wrapped in leather, and every time she rides, she tempts me closer to the edge. Tessa Monroe, bold, defiant, impossible to control. I wanted to crush her pride, ruin that ego, make her beg. But the more I chase her, the more I burn. She's the one thing I shouldn't want. And the only thing l'll never let go.
7.8
I had exactly forty-five minutes to get married, or I would lose the voting shares needed to stop my father from laundering millions through our family foundation. Everything was riding on this one legal signature at the City Clerk’s office.
But just as I reached the front of the line, my phone buzzed with a high-definition photo of my fiancé, Preston, tangled in sheets with a junior associate at a SoHo hotel. The man I was about to tie my life to was a fraud, and my deadline was ticking toward zero.
When I shoved the evidence in his face, he didn't even flinch. Instead, he gripped my wrist until the bone ground together, whispering that I was just a "junkie" fresh out of a Swiss clinic and that no one else would ever marry a liability with a personality disorder. My father was already standing by with a fraudulent medical affidavit, ready to force me into a conservatorship and strip me of my freedom the moment the clock hit 5 PM.
They had spent years using my fake "instability" as a leash, treating me like a broken doll while they bled the company dry. I was the only one with the evidence to take them down, yet I was being discarded like a sunk cost by the very men who were supposed to protect me.
I looked at Preston’s smug face and realized I didn't need a husband; I needed a predator. I scanned the room and spotted Dominik Mack, the "Vulture of Wall Street," a man who specialized in hostile takeovers and stripping men like my father of everything they owned.
I walked straight up to the most dangerous man in New York and offered him a business transaction.
"Do you want to get married?" I asked.
He looked at my trembling hands, then at the man chasing me, and adjusted his collar with clinical detachment.
"Deal," he said.
I didn't just find a groom; I found an accomplice. This wasn't a wedding anymore—it was a declaration of war.
8.8
Betrayed. Broken. After her chosen mate chooses her stepsister for the mating ritual. She a half-breed omega is cast out of the only pack she's ever known. But running away and becoming a lone wolf was a far easier fate. Not until....
When the youngest of three rival Alpha lycan brothers finds her bleeding and alone, he claims her as his. Yet at a royal summit, the other two brothers scents her too and the word slips from their lips in unison. Confusion spirals into chaos. Three powerful Alphas, bound by blood but divided by ambition, are suddenly linked to the same woman. She becomes their weakness, their obsession, their prize.
But being fated to all three cursed lycans isn't a blessing, it's a war. Between the brothers. Between their packs. Between love and survival.
She has to decide if she will let them destroy her... or if she'll rise from the ashes of rejection and betrayal to make them kneel.
A story of obsession, desire, and power where one weak omega stands at the center of a dangerous game and the hearts of three ruthless Alphas
7.6
Age Gap Romance/Arranged Marriage/Strong Heroine/Found Family/Revenge/Slow Burn Romance
Nineteen-year-old Clarice Sullivan was forced by her scumbag father to marry Theodore Grant, a man of thirty-one. On their wedding night, Theodore, transformed into a ravenous wolf, left her utterly exhausted. "I thought you said you couldn't?" she muttered, rubbing her aching lower back. "Aren't men in their thirties supposed to know some restraint?" Theodore, irritated, pinned her down again. "Round two!" he growled.
After marriage, Theodore switched into full protective-and-doting-husband mode.
"Darling, my worthless father is trying to hit me again!"
"Just wait," Theodore snapped, his temper flaring. He promptly dismantled the entire Sullivan family.
"Darling, she drugged me-tried to hand me over to another man!" Clarice pointed accusingly at her wicked half-sister. Theodore's fury erupted. He slapped the woman hard across the face and ensured her reputation was ruined beyond repair.
With Theodore's unwavering devotion backing her, Clarice repaid every slight and cruelty a thousandfold. When others criticized her for being spoiled, Theodore scoffed, "I'm the one who spoiled her-got a problem with that?"
7.4
"You? A Luna? You think I ever wanted you?"
"Don't flatter yourself, Rhaella. You were nothing but a mistake fate dumped on me!"
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Betrayed by her mate and shipped to the ruthless Lycranox Pack.
A place where no Omega dares to go.
Rhaella wants only one thing... revenge. Her plan? Seduce the one man her ex fears most: Logan. His powerful VIP. Dangerous and untouchable.
But Logan doesn't play fair. He hunts. He takes. And with every look, every touch, Rhaella slips deeper into a game she swore she was controlling.
She came to ruin him for her vengeance... but what happens when the seducer becomes the seduced?