Claimed By My Ex-Fiancé's Ruthless Uncle

I was the "perfect" fiancée for Harrison Vincent—regal, silent, and low-maintenance. For two years, I suppressed my career as a forensic accountant to be the "safe" choice that polled well with his family’s shareholders. But at a high-society gala, I found him in a VIP lounge with a socialite wrapped around him. He told her I was just a "boring art piece display stand" he had to drag around until his trust fund was unlocked. I didn't scream or make a scene. I mentally filed a "bad debt" report, tossed my emerald engagement ring into a glass of stale champagne, and walked out of his life. That same night, I found myself in a dark jazz club bathroom, using a strip of my velvet dress to stop the bleeding of a mysterious man with a gunshot wound and eyes like grey flint. The fallout was immediate. Harrison blocked my credit cards, assuming I’d crawl back once I couldn't afford rent. His mother called me a "nobody" while simultaneously begging me to handle the family's medical emergencies because they were too panicked to function. They treated me like a tool they could discard and pick up at will, never realizing I had already moved my things into a cramped Brooklyn apartment. I couldn't understand why they thought I was still their puppet, or why a black Maybach began following me through the city streets. I had saved a stranger's life and ended a toxic engagement, yet the air around me felt heavier and more dangerous than ever. The truth came out at the hospital when the most feared man in the city stepped out of the shadows. It was the man from the bathroom—Collis Vincent, the ruthless head of the family. He didn't just humiliate Harrison; he took my hand in front of everyone and made a chilling declaration. "Harrison is a fool to have let you go, Helena. Your arrangement with him is terminated. From now on, you'll be working with me."

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Chapter 8

Three days later.

The Vincent estate in the Hamptons was a mausoleum of old money-dark wood, heavy drapes, and silence.

Helena was not there. Harrison had called her a dozen times, but she had blocked his number. Evelyn had sent the car anyway. It returned empty.

Now, the empty chair next to Harrison screamed louder than any argument.

Dinner was a disaster.

Sienna was wearing a dress that showed entirely too much cleavage. She was trying to charm Victoria Vincent, the matriarch of the family.

"So, Grandma," Sienna chirped. "I was thinking we could redecorate the sunroom."

Victoria, a woman of eighty with eyes like flint, stared at the empty chair next to Harrison.

"Where is Helena?" she asked.

"She's... under the weather," Harrison lied.

"She probably just didn't want to come," Sienna added, taking a sip of wine.

Victoria's face went grey. Her hand flew to her chest.

The crystal wine glass slipped from her fingers and shattered on the floor.

"Mother!" Evelyn screamed.

Victoria slumped forward, her face hitting the linen tablecloth.

"Call 911!" Harrison yelled, fumbling for his phone.

Chaos erupted. Maids were running. Evelyn was sobbing.

"Call Helena!" Evelyn grabbed Harrison's arm, her nails digging into his suit. "She's the only one who stays calm! She knows people, she'll know who the best doctor is! Get her here!"

"But..."

"Do it!" Evelyn shrieked. "If she dies, the trust freezes! We lose everything!"

Helena was just stepping out of the shower when her phone rang. She saw Harrison's name. She reached to decline it.

Then she saw the voicemail transcription. Grandma collapsed. Ambulance. Please.

Helena cursed. She hated Harrison, but she respected Victoria. The old woman had been the only one to treat her with dignity.

She threw on jeans and a sweater, grabbed her keys, and ran.

St. Jude's Emergency Room was a war zone.

Helena met the ambulance at the bay.

She pushed through the chaos, her voice cutting through the noise as she spoke to the attending physician. "Status?" she barked.

"Acute MI. V-fib en route. Shocked twice."

"Get her to Trauma One," the doctor ordered the paramedics. "I need a 12-lead EKG. Prep the cath lab."

Harrison and Evelyn burst through the doors a moment later. When they saw Helena standing there, getting a direct report from the lead doctor, relief washed over their faces.

The surgeon came out ten minutes later. He held a clipboard.

"It's massive," he said, his voice professional. "She needs a triple bypass. Immediately. Or she won't make it through the night."

He held out the consent form. "I need a signature."

Evelyn grabbed the pen.

"Stop," the hospital legal counsel stepped in. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Vincent. You are not the medical proxy."

"I'm her daughter!" Evelyn screamed.

The lawyer checked his tablet. "The Vincent Family Trust covers this level of experimental, high-risk procedure, but the bylaws are explicit. All major medical decisions must be authorized by the primary trustee, Mr. Collis Vincent. Otherwise, you'll be paying out of pocket."

The room went silent.

Harrison went pale. "Uncle Collis? He... he never answers his phone."

Helena froze. That name again.

The monitor inside the trauma room started beeping rapidly. A high-pitched alarm.

"She's crashing again!" a nurse yelled.

The surgeon spun around. "I don't care who the trustee is! Find him! Or she dies right now!"

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8.8

Blood Moon Mating Ceremony

8.8

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Action Mafia Werewolf

9.4

Broken Doll No More: Her Ruthless Revenge

9.4

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Action Romance Young Adult

7.2

Chamber: An Esports Romance

7.2

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Action LGBT+Modern Romance

9.0

His Bet, Her Unforgivable Revenge

9.0

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Action Modern Romance

8.5

Mated To My Ex's Ruthless Brother

8.5

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Claimed By My Ex-Fiancé's Ruthless Uncle

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