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.
Chapters
Share
Chapter 6
The heater in the SUV hummed, blasting warm air, but Adeline couldn't stop shaking. Her teeth chattered, a rhythmic, humiliating sound in the quiet cabin.
King pressed a button on the armrest. A privacy partition slid up, sealing them off from Silas in the front seat.
He reached into a compartment and pulled out a cashmere throw blanket. He tossed it at her.
"Dry off," he said. "I don't like the smell of wet dog in my car."
Adeline wrapped the blanket around herself, burying her face in the soft fabric. It smelled like him. "Thank you," she mumbled.
King opened a small refrigerator and handed her a bottle of Evian. "Preston just froze your credit cards. And the joint account."
Adeline took the water, her fingers stiff. "How do you know?"
King tapped the lid of his laptop. "My algorithms monitor all Wagner capital flows. Three minutes ago, your supplementary card was flagged as 'lost/stolen'."
Adeline closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the seat. "So I have nothing. No money. No home."
"No," King corrected her. "You are now a 'Distressed Asset'."
She opened one eye. "Is that supposed to make me feel better?"
"In private equity," King said, "distressed assets often yield the highest returns. Provided the restructuring is... aggressive."
He opened another compartment and tossed a sleek, black object onto her lap. It was a new phone, heavy and featureless. "This is yours now. Fully encrypted. Silas has already migrated what was recoverable from your old device's cloud backup. Don't lose this one."
"How do you plan to restructure me?"
King's gaze traveled over her, lingering on the mud staining her knees. "First, we hide you. Preston thinks you'll come crawling back to the estate, begging. He's wrong."
"Where are we going?"
"The Hamptons," King said. "You have 48 hours until the markets open on Monday. By then, I'm going to turn you into a knife that can cut the throat of Golden Media."
Adeline looked out the window. The city was fading behind them, replaced by the dark outlines of trees. "Is Carmella in the Hamptons?"
"Everyone is," King said. "The Summer Charity Gala. That's your stage."
His phone buzzed. He answered it on speaker. "Go."
"Sir, McKinnon stock is dropping," a trader's voice crackled.
"Buy," King said. "All of it. Then short the competitors." He hung up.
Adeline watched him. The power he wielded was effortless. It was sexy, in a terrifying way.
King reached out suddenly. His fingers caught her chin, tilting her face toward the light. He inspected a small cut on her cheekbone where the phone had hit her.
His touch was warm. Adeline flinched.
King frowned. "Don't let him touch you again. Not even a finger."
"It was part of the act..."
"I can hire actresses," King cut her off. His thumb brushed the skin under her eye. "My things don't get damaged by other people."
Adeline's heart skipped a beat. It wasn't affection. It was possessiveness.
The SUV slowed, passing through a series of massive iron gates. They drove up a long, winding driveway.
King's estate wasn't a traditional shingle-style Hamptons cottage. It was a fortress of concrete and glass, stark and imposing against the night sky. It looked like a bunker designed by an architect who hated soft edges.
The car stopped. Silas opened the door.
King got out first. He turned and extended a hand to her.
Adeline looked at his palm. It was her only lifeline.
She placed her hand in his. His fingers closed around hers, tight, crushing.
He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. "Welcome to hell, Adeline. Or heaven. Depends on how well you follow orders."
You may also like
8.4
One secret. One scandal. One love that refused to stay hidden.
Lina's rise was unstoppable-until the wrong love was exposed. In a world ruled by power, envy, and silent rules, her heart becomes her greatest weakness and her greatest weapon.
Betrayal strikes from those she trusted most. Rumors spread faster than truth. And every choice Lina makes threatens to cost her everything-her career, her reputation, and the man she loves.
When the lines between survival and desire blur, Lina must decide: bury her heart to save her future... or risk total destruction for a love too loud to hide.
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.