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 9
"What?!"
Lena's voice rose, sharp and filled with anger. She sat stiffly in her chair, glaring at Niel who sat right across from her, completely unfazed.
Niel leaned back casually on the wooden dining chair, arms crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable.
"What do you mean, what?" he replied calmly.
Lena shot up to her feet, planting both palms on the table as she leaned forward.
"Why did you tell Grandma that you're my husband?!"
"Just think of it... as a wish," Niel answered flatly, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
"A wish?" Lena narrowed her eyes. "What do you mean by that?"
"Maybe one day... we'll actually get married."
He said it lightly, almost like a joke, but to Lena it felt like a boulder crashing down.
"Mr. Niel River, just so you know-" Lena jabbed a finger at herself, "-I'm already married!"
"I know," he shot back without hesitation.
Lena froze. "You... you know I'm married? Then why-"
"And I'll still take you away from your husband," Niel cut her off smoothly.
Lena's jaw dropped. "You're kidding, right? You don't even know who my husband is."
Before Niel could respond, footsteps approached. Mrs. Vero appeared from the kitchen, carrying a large tray with three plates of sizzling steak, the aroma filling the room.
"Dinner's ready!" she chirped. "Mrs. Vero's special steak!"
Lena bit her tongue, forcing herself to stay calm out of respect for her grandmother. She shot Niel a death glare, but it only seemed to amuse him more. His satisfied smirk made her want to hurl a fork at his face.
"This is for my precious granddaughter... and her handsome husband. Let's eat!" Mrs. Vero beamed.
"Thank you, Mrs. Vero," Niel replied politely, smiling. He immediately cut into the steak and tasted it. "Amazing... perfectly seasoned, cooked to perfection."
Mrs. Vero looked delighted. "If you come by often, I'll make you all kinds of delicious dishes."
"With pleasure, Madam Vero."
Lena sat stiffly, lips pressed tightly shut. She couldn't believe what she was seeing-Niel, the cold, arrogant, controlling man, could so effortlessly win her grandmother's heart.
The rest of dinner felt like a strange dream. Niel and Mrs. Vero chatted like old friends while Lena barely touched her food, too busy seething inside.
Then, without warning, Vero dropped a shocking question.
"So... do you two have plans to have children anytime soon?"
Lena immediately choked. "Cough! Cough!"
"Slow down, dear," Grandma said, pouring water into Lena's glass.
Lena gulped it down, then cleared her throat. "Grandma... I told you, I don't plan on having kids."
"Oh, I know that. But... we never know what might happen. While cooking, I imagined what your children might look like. With such a handsome husband, they'd be absolutely gorgeous."
Lena glanced at Niel, silently begging him to clear up this huge misunderstanding. But instead, he only gave a soft smile as he took another bite of steak-like he completely belonged there.
Unbelievable.
When dinner finally ended, Lena quickly stood and gathered her plate. "Grandma... it's late. Niel and I should head home now."
"This late at night?" Vero frowned. "That's not safe... why don't you stay here instead? Leave in the morning."
"Grandma... we really have to go. Niel has a meeting tomorrow morning-"
"We'll stay," Niel cut in firmly.
Lena's eyes widened in disbelief. She turned to him. "Niel! What are you saying?" she hissed.
Niel looked back at her calmly. "It's fine, isn't it? I don't mind. Even if I'm late tomorrow... it's worth it."
"But-"
"See? Even your husband doesn't mind," Mrs. Vero chimed cheerfully. "You worry too much, Selena."
"But Grandma, there are only two bedrooms here-"
"What are you talking about, dear? Of course you'll share a room with your husband."
Lena closed her eyes and let out a long, pained sigh.
"Of course," Niel added smoothly. "I'll be sleeping with my wife. In her room."
Mrs. Vero chuckled. "Don't worry, I clean Selena's room every day. You'll be comfortable."
As they stood up from the table, Lena shot Niel a murderous glare. "I can't believe you did this," she muttered under her breath.
Niel leaned closer, whispering in her ear, "I'm just keeping my promise. I told you, you'd be mine. And this... is just the beginning."
"The beginning of what?" Lena hissed, shoving his chest before storming off toward her room. Niel followed at an easy pace, looking every bit the victor.
Inside the bedroom, Lena grabbed a pillow and tossed it to the floor.
"You sleep there," she said coldly.
Niel chuckled lowly. "What if I say no?"
"Then I'll scream."
"And then your grandmother will come in, see us sleeping apart, and my 'perfect husband' image will crumble."
Lena snorted. "You really are manipulative, aren't you?"
"Of course." Niel shrugged off his jacket and placed it neatly on the chair. "I'm just taking advantage of the opportunity you handed me."
Lena dragged her hands down her face in frustration. This night was going to be the longest of her life.
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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?