Claimed By The Husband's Ruthless Uncle

Audrey Fletcher was forced to marry the notorious playboy Julian Sterling to save her family's sinking company after her sister ran away. On their wedding night, her new husband threw a $100,000 check at her face, told her they would be strangers in private, and abandoned her in the bridal suite. She thought being trapped in a loveless, transactional marriage was the worst fate possible. She was wrong. To protect herself, Audrey hung a pair of men's boxer shorts on her balcony to fake a lover's presence. Instead of deterring her husband, the ridiculous ruse brought Alistair Sterling—Julian's terrifying, powerful uncle and the true puppet master of the family. He stormed into her apartment with a legal team to catch her cheating, and later even offered her ten million dollars to divorce his nephew. When she refused out of fear of her own family's ruin, the situation escalated. Forced to attend a charity gala, Audrey was tricked by staff into wearing a scandalous, backless gown and sent to a dark penthouse suite to beg her husband for peace. But the man waiting in the shadows wasn't Julian. It was Alistair. "Does the thought of seducing your husband's uncle give you a special kind of thrill?" He didn't listen to her desperate explanations. Instead, he pinned her arms behind her back and crushed his mouth against hers in a brutal, punishing kiss. Trembling with terror and revulsion, Audrey bit his lip until she tasted blood, shoved the billionaire away, and ran for her life. She couldn't understand why this powerful man was so dangerously obsessed with destroying her sham marriage. But as she fled into the cold city night, she realized the terrifying truth: the real game was just beginning.

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Chapter 8

Theodore Sr. was losing patience. When Conway reported that the divorce bribe had failed, the old man decided to force the issue himself.

Diana was sitting in her living room when her phone rang. It was Mrs. Holloway. The housekeeper's voice was clipped and carried the weight of a direct order.

"Madam, Mr. Theodore requires you to attend the Maxwell Foundation's annual charity gala tonight with Mr. Julian."

Diana's stomach clenched. "I don't think Julian wants me there..."

"This is your duty as Mrs. Maxwell," Mrs. Holloway interrupted sharply. "It is also a requirement under your prenuptial agreement. Mr. Julian is currently at the Elysian Club downtown. You are to meet him there immediately."

The line went dead. Diana dropped the phone onto the couch. A wave of exhaustion washed over her. She had to put on the mask and play the loving wife.

She walked to her closet and pulled out a modest, knee-length black dress. It was simple and safe. She ordered a car and headed to the Elysian Club.

The club was a towering monument to extreme wealth. The lobby was lined with marble and gold. Diana walked up to the front desk. The receptionist, Brandy McCoy, looked Diana up and down. Brandy's eyes lingered on the plain black dress, her lips curling into a subtle sneer.

"I am here to see Julian Maxwell," Diana said, ignoring the look.

Brandy picked up the phone and dialed an extension. She listened for a moment, rolled her eyes, and hung up. "Mr. Maxwell is currently entertaining guests. He does not wish to be disturbed. Please wait in the lounge."

Her tone was incredibly dismissive. Diana walked to the lounge area and sat on a velvet sofa. Thirty minutes passed. Julian did not appear.

Diana's anxiety spiked. If she missed the gala, Theodore would punish her. She stood up and approached a waiter passing by. His nametag read 'Will Shepherd'.

"Excuse me," Diana said, her voice tight. "I really need to see Mr. Maxwell. We have a family gala to attend."

Will stopped and looked at her. He saw the cheap dress and the desperate look in her eyes. He immediately categorized her as another gold digger trying to force her way into a billionaire's life.

A cruel, mocking smile touched Will's lips. He despised women who tried to climb the social ladder with nothing but a cheap dress and desperate eyes. This pathetic woman deserved to be taught a harsh lesson by the real, terrifying boss upstairs.

"Ma'am, I am afraid that outfit won't get you past the VIP doors. But I know a place that can help you," Will said, his voice slick.

He led Diana down a quiet hallway and opened the door to the club's private styling room. Racks of designer gowns lined the walls.

Will pulled a hanger off the rack. "Try this. I guarantee Mr. Maxwell won't be able to look away."

Diana stared at the dress. It was a custom silver Versace gown made of liquid silk. It had barely any fabric. The back was completely exposed down to the waist, and a massive slit ran up the side, stopping dangerously close to the hip bone.

"This... this is too revealing," Diana stammered, her face flushing hot.

"Trust me," Will pushed the hanger into her hands. "The rules are different up there. If you want to catch a Maxwell's attention, you have to play the game."

He heavily implied that the dress was standard attire for the private parties upstairs.

Diana hesitated. Her fingers gripped the silk. She remembered Julian's mocking face. She remembered her father's threats. Maybe she did need to play the part to survive the night.

Driven by panic and Will's manipulation, she stepped behind the screen and put the dress on.

The cold silk clung to her skin like a second layer. She felt completely exposed. A deep sense of shame settled in her chest, but she forced herself to walk out.

Will whistled. "Perfect. I will take you to the most important Mr. Maxwell right now."

Diana assumed he meant Julian.

Will led her past the main lounge and swiped a card at a private elevator. He pressed the button for the top floor-the penthouse suite.

Will knew Theodore's order was to take her to "Mr. Maxwell." But everyone working at the Elysian Club knew there was only one true master of the building. The man who permanently rented the penthouse. Conway.

The elevator doors opened to a dimly lit, silent hallway. Will gestured toward the heavy double doors at the end. "Right through there."

He quickly stepped back into the elevator, the doors sliding shut, leaving Diana completely alone. Her heart hammered wildly against her ribs.

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Action Horror Romance

9.1

Bound By The CEO's Cruel Contract

9.1

I was the orphaned "parasite" of the Tyler family, taken in only to be abused for fifteen years after my parents died in a tragic car crash. To finally escape their control, I sold my first time to my ruthless billionaire boss, Ellsworth Mosley, for one million dollars. I thought it was a clean transaction. But the next morning, covered in severe bruises he left on me, I was handed a brutal contract with a fifty-million-dollar penalty. He didn't just buy my silence; he bought me. My nightmare only worsened when my adoptive family found out about my connection to the billionaire. Instead of disgust, they invited me to a hypocritical family dinner. "Talk to Mosley, convince him to invest in our failing business," my adoptive father demanded shamelessly. His son, who had tormented me for years, even grabbed my hand. "Do this, and we can be officially engaged. You'll finally be a real Tyler." They wanted me to whore myself out to save the family that had treated me like a stray dog. I shattered my wine glass, cursed them to go bankrupt, and walked out into the rain. As I reached the door, my phone vibrated with a terrifying summons from Ellsworth. But it was the panicked whisper behind me that froze my blood. "She knows about the brakes on her parents' car. If anyone finds out what we did, we'll go to prison." They murdered my parents. I gripped my phone, accepting the devil's call. Since I was already bound to a monster, I would use his power to drag them all to hell.

Billionaire Horror Modern

9.2

Claimed By The Cursed Black Snake Alpha

9.2

At the absolute summit of her pop-star career, the stage collapsed beneath Catherine's feet, plunging her into a mechanical black hole. When she opened her eyes, she wasn't in a hospital, but a savage, primitive forest. Before a fire-breathing beast could tear her apart, a massive black snake crushed it with a single strike. The terrifying serpent then transformed into Amon, a towering, heavily scarred man with golden slitted eyes, who swore his life to protect her. He brought her to his tribe, but instead of safety, they were met with ravenous hunger and disgust. The tribe's males stared at Catherine's fragile human body like a rare breeding prize, while treating Amon like garbage. "He's a cursed, cold-blooded freak! His rut will tear you to pieces!" The Chief sneered, pointing a thick, accusing finger at Amon. "By tribal law, you must mate with our strongest tiger and bear shifters to give us powerful cubs!" Humiliated, Amon's broad shoulders slumped, his fists trembling in suffocating shame as he prepared to back away. Catherine's heart pounded with fierce, burning anger. When she was about to be eaten, Amon was the only one who bled for her. Where were these arrogant bullies then? Why should she let them treat her savior like a monster? As the tribe's strongest warriors swarmed forward to claim her, Catherine stepped directly in front of Amon's lethal claws. "I don't need any of you," she declared, her voice cutting through the chaos. "I will mate with Amon and take his beast mark today!"

Fantasy Horror Werewolf

7.7

Haunting The Husband Who Ignored My Pleas

7.7

The bomb strapped to my chest had less than a minute on the timer. I called my husband, begging him to save me. "Kevin, please. This is real. I'm going to die." But Kevin just sighed, his voice dripping with annoyance. "Stop the drama, Michelle. Violet is having a panic attack because her cat is stuck in a tree. I don't have time for your jealousy games." He hung up. Moments later, the warehouse exploded, and I was gone. But I didn't cross over. My spirit was tethered to Kevin, an invisible spectator to his life. I watched him roll his eyes at my mother’s frantic calls. I watched him perform the autopsy on my charred body, convinced I was actually hiding in a hotel to punish him. It wasn't until he returned to the blast site and found my wedding ring in the ash that he finally broke. He fell to his knees, screaming my name. I thought his remorse would free me. But then he discovered the truth: Violet had orchestrated my murder. He cornered her, his grief mutating into a violent, obsidian hatred. I tried to drift away, but the invisible chain binding me to him suddenly tightened, crushing my soul. I realized with absolute horror that the truth hadn't set me free. His hatred was an anchor, heavier than his love ever was. I wasn't just a ghost anymore. I was his haunting, and I was never leaving.

Horror Modern Romance

7.6

He Broke My Spirit, I Soared

7.6

I was the fiancée of the Chicago Outfit’s heir, a bond sealed by blood and eighteen years of history. But when his mistress pushed me into the freezing pool at our engagement gala, Jax didn’t swim toward me. He swam past me. He scooped up the girl who pushed me, cradling her like fragile glass, while I struggled against the weight of my gown in the murky water. When I finally dragged myself out, shivering and humiliated before the entire underworld, Jax didn’t offer a hand. He offered a scowl. "You’re making a scene, Eliana. Go home." Later, when that same mistress shoved me down the stairs, shattering my knee and my dance career, Jax stepped over my broken body to comfort her. I overheard him telling his friends, "I’m just breaking her spirit. She needs to learn she’s property, not a partner. Once she’s desperate enough, she’ll be the perfect obedient wife." He thought I was a dog that would always return to its master. He thought he could starve me of affection until I begged for scraps. He was wrong. While he was busy playing protector to his mistress, I wasn't crying in my room. I was packing his ring into a cardboard box. I cancelled my transfer to UCLA and enrolled at NYU instead. By the time Jax realized his "property" was missing, I was already in New York, standing next to a man who looked at me like a queen, not a possession.

Horror Modern Romance

7.3

His Forbidden Possession

7.3

Seraphina Serenity Miller has spent her entire life putting her parents' happiness above her own. When they arranged for her to marry Hans Continental in the name of a business merger, she didn't protest. She followed the rules-just as she always had. Everything was fine until River Sage Palmer entered her life. He's stubborn, vile, and a rule breaker-Serenity's complete opposite. Where she clings to order, he thrives in chaos. And where she draws lines, he's determined to cross them-all for her. Bound by blood as they were cousins, Serenity knows they can't be together. But River has never been the kind to take no for an answer. He's always gotten everything he wanted. Serenity will not be an exemption.

Horror Modern Romance

Claimed By The Husband's Ruthless Uncle

Chapter 8

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