Claimed By The Uncle: My Sweet Revenge
I was the "crazy girl" my family sent to a survivalist commune in Utah to rot. Four years later, I returned to Manhattan with a titanium USB drive and a heart full of ice, ready to blackmail the one man who could burn my family to the ground.
But I underestimated how much they hated me. My fiancé, Preston, was already laundering money through my inheritance and sleeping with my replacement. He didn't even flinch when I showed him the evidence of his crimes.
Instead, he grabbed me by the shoulders, smashed my phone, and shoved me out of his moving Lincoln into a midnight storm. I hit the wet pavement hard, my knees scraping against the asphalt as I watched him drive away, laughing about how I was a "dirt-poor exile" that nobody wanted.
Within minutes, my credit cards were flagged as stolen and my father’s lawyers were drafting a statement calling me mentally unstable. I was left shivering in a puddle of oily sludge, wearing a ruined Chanel suit, with no money, no home, and no one to hear me scream.
I couldn't understand how they could be so cruel. I was their flesh and blood, yet they treated me like a broken toy to be discarded in the trash. I was a "distressed asset" in a city that only valued gold.
That’s when a black armored SUV pulled to the curb. King Wagner—the ruthless shark of Wall Street and Preston’s own uncle—looked at my muddy face with cold, calculating eyes. He didn't offer me pity; he offered me a leash.
"You belong to me now," he whispered, pulling me into the dry warmth of his car. By the next morning, he had announced our engagement to the world, turning me into the very weapon that would slit my family's throat.
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Chapter 3
The doorbell rang again, longer this time, insistent and angry.
Adeline spun around, her eyes darting across the sleek, minimalist apartment. There was nowhere to hide. The open-plan living room was a trap.
King moved with efficient speed. He grabbed the torn remains of her thrift-store dress from the floor and shoved them deep into the trash compactor.
He pointed a long finger toward the bathroom. "Get in. Don't make a sound, no matter what you hear."
Adeline didn't argue. She sprinted barefoot across the hardwood floor, the oversized dress shirt billowing around her thighs. She threw herself into the bathroom and locked the door, leaning her back against the cool wood, gasping for air.
Outside, she heard the heavy front door open.
"Uncle King," Preston's voice filtered through the wood, breathless and overly polite. "I'm so sorry to disturb you. I ran into Silas in the lobby. He said you needed the McKinnon papers signed immediately."
Adeline pressed her ear to the door. Preston was lying. He was checking up on King, using work as a shield.
"Leave them on the table," King's voice was bored, dismissive.
"Is that..." Preston paused. Adeline could imagine him sniffing the air like a bloodhound. "Is that perfume? It smells... expensive. Not your usual scent."
Adeline stopped breathing.
"It's a gift for a client," King lied smoothly. "Chanel. Do you have a problem with my corporate gifting choices, Preston?"
"No! No, of course not," Preston stammered. "It's just... Adeline is missing. I'm a little on edge."
Footsteps approached the bathroom. Adeline's heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird.
King knocked on the bathroom door from the outside-two sharp raps.
"Occupied?" Preston asked, his voice pitching up.
"Housekeeping," King said. "They're scrubbing the tiles. I'm about to take a shower and change. Wait here for five minutes, Preston. I have questions about the Macau account."
Before Preston could respond, the bathroom door handle turned. Adeline jumped back.
King slipped inside and locked the door behind him in one fluid motion.
Adeline stared at him, her eyes wide with panic. "Are you insane? He's right there!" she hissed.
King reached into the shower stall and turned the water on full blast. The roar of the spray filled the small, tiled room, creating a wall of white noise.
He advanced on her, backing her up against the marble vanity.
"This is a test, Adeline," he said, his voice low under the sound of the water.
"A test?"
"If you can't face him with a door between you, how are you going to help me destroy him?" King's eyes were dark, challenging.
"I don't have any clothes!" she whispered furiously, gesturing to his shirt.
King opened the cabinet under the sink. He pulled out a garment bag that Silas must have stashed there earlier. He tossed it to her.
"Chanel," he said. "Put it on. Then you're walking out there with me."
Adeline froze. "You want me to walk out there? While he's sitting on your sofa?"
"We're going to make him think you're here for business," King said. A smirk played on his lips. "My business."
He stepped closer, his hands gripping the edge of the vanity on either side of her hips, trapping her again.
"Remember," he said, staring into her eyes. "From this moment on, you belong to me. He isn't your fiancé anymore. He's prey."
He leaned down and kissed her again. This time, it wasn't a punishment. It was a transfer of power. It was aggressive, demanding, and it made her knees weak.
"Fix your hair," King commanded, pulling away. "You look like you've just been thoroughly... debriefed."
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A Love Too Loud to Hide is a gripping tale of forbidden passion, ruthless betrayal, and a woman pushed to the edge by love.
7.3
Laura Brooks thought she was just an ordinary woman working a normal job-until one reckless night with a stranger changed everything.
Damien Blackwood isn't just dangerously handsome-he's the ruthless Alpha of the most feared werewolf pack in the region. For ten years, he ruled with violence and strength, but the moment he saw Laura, a human, he knew the truth: she was his mate. His Luna. His obsession.
Terrified, Laura tried to run. But fate was cruel. Caught between two rival Alphas-Damien, who would burn the world to keep her, and Kael, who wanted her as a weapon to destroy him-Laura was dragged into a world of blood, betrayal, and war.
Laura's fate is sealed in violence. To save her life and their unborn child, Damien makes the one choice that changes everything: he turns her.
Now Laura is no longer just human. She is Alpha's mate. She is Luna. And the world will learn why no one steals from Damien Blackwood.
9.3
Alyssa Gregory slept with Benton Steele, a recently disgraced and bankrupt heir, just to humiliate him.
She threw a massive check at his bare chest, treating the former prince of Wall Street like a cheap escort.
But Benton didn't take the charity.
Instead, he manipulated her anger, tricking her into signing an ironclad contract that surrendered absolute control of her entire trust fund to him.
When her abusive mother found out she had funded a penniless outcast, she slapped Alyssa across the face.
Her mother froze all her bank accounts, locked her inside her bedroom, and arranged to sell her off to a degenerate politician.
Desperate to escape, Alyssa climbed down her balcony, falling fifteen feet and shattering her ankle on the stones below.
Stripped of her money and freedom, she dragged her broken body to a VIP club just to publicly declare that Benton belonged to her.
She thought she was the boss, playing a rebellious game with a broken man.
But when Benton effortlessly carried her away from the club and locked her inside his rundown apartment, the terrifying calculation in his dark eyes shattered her illusion.
How could a man stripped of his entire empire still radiate such suffocating, violent power?
"You bought me," Benton whispered, his massive frame trapping her against the sofa. "That means I have to take care of you."
Physically trapped and completely broke, Alyssa stared into his consuming eyes, her mind racing to find a way to turn the tables.
7.7
The Cameron family clinic smelled like lemon polish and impending death. For three years, I'd been a vessel in a cold, forced marriage to Underboss Kade Cameron. But today, the doctor's words would shatter everything.
"No heartbeat," Dr. Finch declared, then, "Stage IV gastric cancer. Terminal." A double death sentence. As the world tilted, a news alert flashed: Kade, my husband, parading his mistress, Carla Shaw, across Europe-"a love that defies family lines."
Dying and carrying his dead child, I overheard nurses gossip Kade wanted me gone for his "true love." I chose to feel the D&C agony, cleansing him from my soul. Stumbling out, Kade accused me of killing his child, then rushed Carla, feigning illness, to OB/GYN, ignoring my bleeding and dying state.
Back at the mansion, I vomited blood, my body failing. Kade watched with disgust, dismissing my terminal diagnosis as a "performance." He called me "collateral," a "debt payment," then left me for his mistress. The last shred of loyalty shattered, replaced by chilling clarity.
I signed the divorce papers he dismissed as a "tantrum," leaving his ring. No longer a Cameron, no longer his possession. With Fluffy, I made one call, choosing to die on my own terms, finally free.
7.4
I sacrificed the wolf core to save my beloved.
To avoid being overwhelmed by guilt, I chose to leave and silently wait for death in a corner of the human world.
But even after he became the alpha of the wolf pack, he still went to great lengths to marry me. After we got married, he flaunted his mistress in front of me every day, trying to provoke me and get revenge.
But he didn't know that I was about to die.
Darling, I'm dying.
8.2
For five years, I was the invisible glue holding Damien Crawford together. I was the one who pulled him from a burning car until the skin melted off my back, and I was the one who donated bone marrow when he was on death's door. I even gave up a full-ride scholarship to MIT just to be his nurse.
Yet, he believed his mistress, Hadley, was his savior. To him, I was just the maid's daughter who changed his bedpans—a piece of furniture he could abuse while he planned his wedding to another woman.
But his cruelty didn't stop at verbal abuse. When my father suffered a massive heart attack, Damien refused to let me use the car, choosing to comfort Hadley over a fake panic attack instead.
His mother even slashed the tires to ensure I couldn't leave.
While my father died cold and alone, Damien stabbed a needle into my hand just to teach me a lesson about "respect," oblivious to the fact that the scars on my skin were the receipt for his life.
He didn't know he was torturing the only person who had ever truly loved him. But the girl who begged for crumbs of affection died along with her father that day.
I picked up my phone and dialed the number saved simply as a dot.
"He's dead," I whispered to the man on the other end—Anderson Morrison, the city's most feared Don and my sworn protector.
"I'm coming," he replied, his voice lethal. "And I'm bringing the army."
It was time to show Damien that he hadn't just mistreated a maid; he had declared war on a Queen.