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 8
The hospital waiting room was eerily quiet. Only the occasional squeak of wheelchair wheels or the hurried footsteps of nurses echoed through the corridor. In the corner, Lena sat alone, clutching a small bag on her lap.
Her appearance today was far from her usual self. No oversized dresses, no strange makeup disguising her natural beauty.
Today, she was Selena - the dazzling, graceful, and... captivating version of herself.
The knee-length black dress hugged her curves perfectly. Her long hair cascaded neatly over her shoulders, her lips were painted a tempting shade of maroon, and her gaze... was empty.
Her thoughts drifted back to the previous night.
Niel. That man had suddenly knocked on her bedroom door, covered in blood. The wound on his abdomen had been severe, and Lena could still vividly recall how her hands trembled as she helped him inside.
And this morning...
He was gone. When Lena woke up, there was no trace of him. No blood, no evidence that someone had nearly collapsed in her room the night before. As if it had all been a dream.
But it wasn't a dream-because when she had breakfast with Axel and her in-laws, he appeared.
Niel walked into the family dining room, calm and pristine as always, as if he hadn't been on the brink of death the night before. As if the wound on his abdomen had never existed. Stranger still, no one seemed suspicious.
"What's really going on with that man?" Lena muttered under her breath.
"Thinking about me while waiting? Being the center of Selena's attention isn't so bad," a low voice whispered in her ear, followed by a hand covering her eyes from behind.
Instinctively, Lena grabbed the wrist and shoved it away, spinning around in shock.
"Niel?" she hissed.
The man stood there casually, dressed in a charcoal-gray suit over a black shirt. No wounds, no trace of pain. His gaze was cold, unreadable.
One hand slid into his pocket. "Sharp reflexes. Been practicing martial arts all night?"
Lena stood, masking her unease with a stiff smile.
"Mr. Niel... w-what are you doing here?"
Careful, Lena. Don't slip. Right now, you are Selena, not Lena.
And Niel must never know you are his nephew's wife.
"Just getting an old wound checked," Niel answered casually.
"A wound?" Lena immediately regretted her question. "I mean... are you unwell?"
Niel's brow lifted, his lips curving faintly. "I didn't expect someone as graceful and beautiful as Miss Selena to be concerned about me."
Lena quickly averted her gaze. "That's not it... I was only being polite."
"Polite... but sweet," Niel murmured, leaning in slightly, his eyes studying her tense expression. "Selena... were you really thinking about me?"
Before Lena could respond, a cheerful voice echoed down the hall.
"Selena! You came earlier than I thought!"
Lena turned. A silver-haired woman with a wide smile approached. Her grandmother. Mrs Vero.
"Ah... Grandma," Lena replied, a little uneasy. Her grandmother often mistook her for Selena-her late twin. For the first time, Lena felt relieved by that misunderstanding.
"Oh no, Grandma... I just got here," Lena answered quickly, masking her relief with a flat tone.
Vero's gaze shifted to Niel, her eyes sparkling with interest. "My goodness... who is this handsome man? Your husband?"
Lena froze. "He's actually-"
"Yes, I'm her husband."
Niel's voice cut in smoothly, his arm sliding around Lena's waist, pulling her closer with a natural ease.
Lena's eyes widened. "Niel!" she hissed under her breath.
But Niel only smiled warmly at Mrs Vero.
"Oh really?" Vero chuckled. "Forgive me for not making it to your wedding. I'm too old to keep up with all the young folks' affairs, let alone weddings."
"My name is Niel," he said politely, releasing Lena to extend his hand.
Mrs. Vero took it with a light laugh. "So nice to meet you, Niel. You're certainly dashing."
"And you are remarkably energetic," Niel replied with charm.
"What a coincidence! Tonight I was planning to cook something special. Would you two come over? It's been so long since I cooked for Selena."
Lena quickly interjected. "Grandma, I think we-"
"Of course we'll come," Niel interrupted again, his tone casual yet firm, as if the decision were final. "I'd love to know more about my wife's past. And tasting Mrs Vero's cooking sounds delightful."
Lena stared at him in disbelief. "You... can't be serious."
Niel simply flashed a sly smile. "You wouldn't want to disappoint your grandmother, would you, darling?"
Lena nearly choked at the endearment.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Vero clapped her hands happily and patted Niel's arm. "You'll love my cooking. I'll do my very best tonight!"
Lena could only stand frozen, her eyes fixed on Niel, full of unanswered questions.
What game was this man playing? Why pretend to be her husband?
Did he know who she really was?
Or... was this all just a crazy coincidence?
Their eyes met. Niel's smile remained calm. But beneath it, Lena could feel-this man was hiding something.
And whatever it was... it was far from simple.
"The game has only just begun, Selena.
Or... should I call you Lena?" Niel thought to himself.
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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?