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 4
Lena looked stunning in a deep purple bodycon dress. The gown hugged her curves elegantly, radiating the aura of a powerful young woman at the top of the corporate world. Yet behind the captivating appearance, her face was creased with stress from the pile of work on her desk.
"Suzy, please check the contract from Glamour Entertainment Corp. I think there's a number mistake in Article Three," Lena said quickly, flipping through the document.
"Yes, gorgeous boss," Suzy replied with a teasing smile, then took the document from Lena's hands.
But the calm atmosphere of the office was shattered by a knock at the door.
Knock, knock, knock!
"Come in!" Lena called without lifting her head.
The door opened, and George-the manager-entered, hesitation written across his face.
"What is it, George?" Lena asked curtly.
"Miss... the man from Ocean Kingdom Group is here again. He says he wants to be personally accompanied by you."
Lena shut her eyes for a moment and exhaled deeply. "Ugh... I'm swamped with deadlines, George. Tell him I'm busy."
George shook his head slowly. "You know how stubborn he is. He won't take no for an answer."
Lena clenched her jaw, rubbing her temple.
"Fine. Go. I'll follow shortly."
George bowed slightly and exited, closing the door behind him.
"Oh my God..." Lena muttered under her breath. "If I keep entertaining him, when will I ever get this done?"
Suzy raised her brows, shooting her a quick glance. "Lena... I think that guy's seriously smitten with you."
"Don't say that," Lena cut her off. "Do you even know who he is?"
"Of course! One of the owners of Ocean King Group. The younger brother of one of those big tycoons, right?"
Lena set down the document and fixed her sharp gaze on Suzy.
"That's not what I meant. He's... my husband's uncle."
Suzy's eyes widened, nearly dropping the folder in her hands. "Wait-what?! So... you married the grandson of Ocean King's founder?"
Lena nodded slowly, bitterly.
"Damn, that's like hitting the jackpot!" Suzy exclaimed, her eyes sparkling.
Lena sneered. "Jackpot? I'd rather never have married than be trapped with a bastard like him."
Suzy sat down immediately, torn between curiosity and concern. "Wait-hold on. You just called your husband a bastard. What's going on?"
Lena looked at her, her eyes carrying wounds that hadn't healed.
"I'll tell you later. Right now, I have to deal with that arrogant man."
She rose from her chair and strode out quickly.
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The VIP karaoke room was dimly lit, filled with the mix of expensive cologne and alcohol. In the corner, Neil sat on a leather sofa, arms crossed. His expression was serious-tense, even-as if his mind was elsewhere, far from the late-night revelry.
Beside him, his personal assistant Leon busied himself with his phone, glancing nervously at his boss from time to time.
"Mr. Neil," Leon spoke softly. "Are you sure she'll come alone tonight?"
Neil didn't answer right away. He stared straight ahead, as though waiting for something invisible to appear.
"She'll come," he finally said. "She knows who I am."
Moments later, the door opened slowly. A woman walked in with graceful, confident steps. The deep purple bodycon dress fit her slender frame perfectly, every curve exuding allure. Her polite smile, however, kept a subtle distance. It was Lena.
Neil turned his head, watching her without moving a muscle.
"Is there something I can do for you, Mr. Neil?" Lena asked, her voice polite but flat. That social smile was like a mask-a survival weapon in a ruthless world.
Neil leaned back casually, though his eyes traced her figure from head to toe without pause.
"As usual... my boss asked for your company tonight," he finally said.
Lena offered a thin smile. "I'm very sorry, but tonight I'm truly busy. I've been away for more than a week, and there's a backlog of work waiting for me."
Neil narrowed his eyes, one brow lifting. "You're refusing me?"
The atmosphere in the room shifted-colder, heavier.
"That's not what I mean, sir. It's just-"
"I thought you understood business, Miss Selena," Neil cut her off, his voice low and weighted with pressure. "In this kind of business, guest satisfaction comes first. If you keep acting this way, your business might collapse before you even realize it."
God... here we go again, Lena thought bitterly. Always wrapping threats in sweet words.
She drew in a quiet breath, then forced a small smile-one that was no longer genuine.
"Alright," she said at last. "I'll keep you company tonight."
Leon glanced at Neil with a satisfied look, as if they had just scored a victory.
Lena walked gracefully and sat beside Neil, keeping enough distance to remain polite, but making her boundaries clear. Music began to play. Leon grabbed a microphone, while one of the hostesses danced beside him. The sound system blared.
"Come on, Mr. Neil! Your favorite song!" Leon shouted, shaking his body, drawing laughter from the hostess.
Neil only gave a faint smile, sipping his drink, his eyes flicking occasionally to the clock on the wall.
Lena forced another smile. Time dragged on painfully. Almost 11 p.m. already. Anxiety crept in. What if her in-laws-or worse, he-found out she hadn't come home yet?
"You look restless," Neil said suddenly, raising his glass to his lips.
Lena froze for a moment, startled by the question.
She turned slightly and smiled softly. "No, just a bit dizzy. The music's quite loud."
Neil squinted. "Strange. You own a karaoke business, yet you're dizzy from singing?"
Lena almost confessed the truth-that she never liked this place, that none of this had ever been her choice. The business had been forced on her by her husband's family. But she swallowed the words.
"I rarely spend time in these rooms, sir. Usually, I'm in the office or handling operations."
Neil chuckled faintly. "A diplomatic answer. You really do know how to play the game, don't you?"
Lena wasn't sure what he meant, but she smiled again-her heart pounding, praying for the night to end soon.
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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,"
******
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?