
He Cheated On Me, So I Became His Aunt!
Ava couldn't be any happier after realizing the due date for her delivery. Excited and all, she comes back home ready to deliver the good news to her husband, Matt, only to stumble upon him buried deep into the lady whom he claimed was his younger cousin sister.
The betrayal hit different after learning the whole truth from them, they intend to make her death look like an accident and take away her inheritance afterwards.
They both succeeded in making her fall off the terrace which unfortunately made her lose the pregnancy and her life.
Few months later..
The appearance of a wealthy heiress who looks exactly like the late Ava causes a storm in the city after Ryan Manchester, Matt's Uncle, introduces her as his wife. Was it really Ava? or was this all a game carefully crafted?
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Chapter 3
After a few hours of being to herself and cursing her fate, Ava was determined to punish Agnes and Matt for what they did to her and her unborn baby. She gently got out of bed but staggered a little. Her legs haven't moved for a month after she fell into a coma.
Luckily, she didn't injure her spine from that fall or break any major bones. The old maid saw her trying to move but rushed forward to stop her.
"No ma'am, tell me if you need anything and I'll get it for you.."
"I want to leave." Her eyes were red and swollen. She shrugged off the maid's hold on her and took a step forward only to stop after the door opened.
The intimidating dark and tall figure strode into the room. His grey eyes pinned on her little and slender frame, he moved his head a little gesturing for the maid to leave.
After she did, he settled his gaze back on Ava.
"Who are you? I need to leave this minute.."
"I'm Ryan, Ryan Manchester. And also your savior" He proudly declared.
Ava's lips parted. His last name was very familiar, if she wasn't mistaken, then he is Matt's uncle. The same one who she heard was the black sheep of the Manchester's family.
"And you can't leave, You're dead and you've even been buried.." He continued.
Ava was left confused at his words, she pinched herself just to confirm if she was truly dead or the man before her had hit his head somewhere before now.
"W-hat do you mean by that? I need to go see Matt!" She snapped at him, she stubbornly tried to walk past him only for him to get a hold of her arm.
"Everyone including your husband thinks you're dead and your burial was held a month ago. So what do you think is going to happen if you go back to your husband when you're meant to be dead?"
Ava was even more confused about everything, she finally relaxed and allowed Ryan guide her back to the bed. He made her seat and he took the next empty spot beside her.
"Who pushed you off that terrace? I know someone tried to kill you and not suicide like the Cops claimed it to be.." His voice low and tender. He pinned his gaze on her. "You're the only one who can get them punished.."
Ava's gaze dropped to her clasped hands, the last thing she wanted was to be around the direct family member of the man who had tried to kill her.
"W-hy do you want to know that? How am I sure that you're not going to try to kill me too?"
Ryan chuckled. "I wouldn't have sat beside your bed everyday, or hope for you to wake up if I wanted to kill you." he paused. "So, Ava. Tell me everything I need to know.."
Ava lifted her head up to face him, she could see the sincerity and honesty lurking behind those grey orbs.
"M-att and Agnes pushed me.."
She spent the next twenty minutes giving every details to him. She noticed that he was constantly staring at his phone whenever she spoke. "Are you recording our conversation?" She inquired, a string of doubt settling in her mind.
"You don't have to worry about that. Leave this all to me.."
Ava stood to her feet when he did the same, she reached her hand to his arm to stop him from leaving. "What are you going to do to them? This is my fight, I think it's right if I'm the one to carry out my revenge on them.."
There was a sudden stretch on Ryan's lips. He tilted his head to the side.
"You want revenge on my nephew and I have every resources to give you your desired revenge but it comes with a price.."
Ava gulped down, there was nothing more pricey than the child that she already lost in this battle. "Name it.." She dared.
Ryan's brows shot up, he leaned down a bit to stare at her more closely. She looked innocent yet fetish and a bit conniving. "How old are you?" he asked, although he already knew how old she was.
"It's rude to ask a lady for her age.." She snapped. "By the way, I'm 24.."
"You'll be 25 in the next two months.." Ryan pointed out. "Let's get married. You want revenge and I want a wife to escape my arranged marriage.."
Ava stared at his outstretched palm, this means that she was given only seconds to think about a decision. She doesn't have anything attached to her maiden name. She was only where she is today because she got married to a rich man, now a wealthy man was asking her to be his wife.
"You can think about my offer for the rest of today, I'll respect whatever answer you give-
"I accept your terms. Let's get married.." Ava cut in sharply.
****
Few days later..
The double doors to the large living room was pushed open by two maids. They bowed their head accordingly to acknowledge the presence of their master and his woman.
Ryan's father had proposed a lunch meeting to discuss family related matters. Ryan knew quite well that his father only called for this meeting to discuss about his arranged marriage.
"Young master, come this way. Your father and the rest have been waiting for your arrival.." The old butler ushered with a smile but as soon as he saw the lady standing next to Ryan, his face turned white instantly.
Ava noticed his reaction. "Come," She heard Ryan say before he took her by her hand. Although he had already informed her about her fake death, the butler's reaction was so hard to ignore.
They both followed behind the butler who was shaking in fright like he had seen a ghost even though he's literally seeing on right now.
"Ah, son. I thought you won't be able to make it here today."
The older man chirped. His almost grey hair was neatly kept, his eyes held the same hue as his son Ryan, he looked like the older version of his son. He opened his arm for his son and surprisingly, Ryan walked in to honor his father.
He received a gentle pat on his back and stepped back. And that was the moment Eric noticed the lady who came with his son. He was left speechless.
"I believe I haven't introduced you to Mia yet. This is Mia Manchester, my new wife.."
Ava smiled sweetly at her father-in-law. She brought her hand forward for a handshake but he didn't budge, he was still in so much shock from the look on his face.
"It's nice to meet you father-in-law, Ryan has said so much about you.."
Meanwhile..
In one of the rooms in the Manchester's ancestral home, Matt pulled away from Agnes, he pulled up his pants and buckled his belt.
Still panting slightly, his gaze settled on her body which was barely cladded.
"You are gonna be the end of me, you know that right?" He grinned as he picked up his suit jacket from the bed.
"Oh fuck, yeah!" Agnes murmured sitting up on the bed, she reached for her black gown on the bed and began putting it on. "Zip me up.." She stood before Matt and the latter fondled with her zipper until he got it right. "I wonder what your uncle looks like, do you think he'll like me well enough for you?"
Matt scoffed. "You mean Uncle Ryan? The chances of him coming over is very slim. It's almost like stealing the eiffel tower"
There was a rasp knock on the door before it was pushed open. It was Mrs Chase, Matt's mother and also Ryan's older sister.
"What are you two doing? Your uncle has arrived and I heard he came with a woman. Come on, let's go pretend to be happy downstairs.."
Matt and Agnes exchanged glances. The Eiffel tower can be stolen after all.
****
Eric finally snapped out of his daze, he shakily brought his finger to point at Ava whose smile hasn't faded yet. "H-how is it possible? S-he's dead!" He finally found the voice to speak.
"Uncle Ryan," Matt called out. A deep fake smile stretched on his lips. "It's been a while, I had no idea that you would be able to make it here today.."
Ryan didn't budge or respond to his nephew's greetings. He waited until Matt walked to stand before him. "I see you haven't progressed since the last time I saw you. I also heard about the death of your wife, it seems she couldn't keep up with your behavior so she committed suicide.." Ryan paused. "That's pretty nasty" he continued.
Matt's face fell immediately, he should have known any better. His uncle had never stopped back from saying spiteful comments about him.
"But uncle-
"Have you paid greetings to your aunt yet? Or should I spank your ass in front of everyone?"
Matt was confused at first, he knew his uncle was still single, the lunch was even set up to talk about his marriage. Just before he could retort, his eyes fell on the feminine hand outstretched to him.
"Hi, I'm Mia. Your uncle's new wife. It's a pleasure to finally meet you..Kiddo" Ava said softly with a bright smile on her lips.
Matt, Agnes and Anna were left in a state of shock for more than a minute until the two ladies screamed their lungs out.
"G-host!"
"What is going on, honey?" Ava lifted her head to Ryan with a soft and innocent look on her face. "Why do they all think that I'm a dead person? Is there something that you're not telling me?"
Ryan shook his head gently. "Don't stress yourself with minor things like this. Come, let's get your belly filled."
The four souls in the living room watched the two leave for the dining room, it was only at that moment they finally snapped out of their shock.
"M-att, I'm not the only one that saw Ava right?" Agnes stuttered, her face was all sweaty and her eyes wide open in fright.
"No, it can't be. We buried Ava a month ago, she must be rotting under the ground by now. That lady has amber eyes but Ava's eyes are brown." Anna tried to give herself some hope. "But why would Ryan get himself a wife that looks like his nephew's late wife?!" Anna snapped.
"To haunt us.." Agnes whispered, she immediately cleared her throat on seeing the old man present there. "I mean, there's a possible explanation to this, I'm sure of that." She corrected herself but deep down, her anxiety was growing.
For Ryan to appear with a woman who looks like the late Ava, it means that he knows something. Something only her, Matt and Anna should know about.
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He stormed into our penthouse with his lawyer, slamming down abortion consent forms and a divorce NDA, offering five million to terminate and vanish. "You're not fit to carry my child," he spat, gripping my jaw.
I refused the abortion, signed the zero-payout divorce to keep my company insurance for my dying mom's ICU bills, but stayed on as an admin assistant. Brittany, his mistress, spilled coffee on my reports, got me demoted to the dusty sub-basement sorting old files.
She framed me for attacking her, security dragged me out, slamming me into doorframes that cramped my belly. Trapped in a sabotaged freight elevator, I nearly miscarried in the dark, gasping for air while Ell rescued me—only to find my prenatal pills and rage.
At the gala, I warned Brittany the Angel's Tears necklace—Georgina's flawed design—was cracking. She accused me of theft; Ell ordered me stripped and searched publicly. It snapped anyway, shattering the diamond, but he blamed me, firing and blacklisting me on the spot.
Beaten down, humiliated, body aching from their cruelty—how could my husband, who I once loved, destroy me without a shred of doubt? What made him so blind to my pain?
Dragged from our home in the rain, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up. The butler bowed: "Madame Aura, your suite awaits." As Ell watched from his Maybach, I initiated the hostile takeover—time to bankrupt them all.

7.9
Meet Maya Brooks, a 22 year old who dropped out of school after her father was murdered and her family lost everything.
Determined to uncover the truth behind his death, she takes a job as a personal maid to Ryan Greenville a 25 year old, irresistible CEO known for using and dumping women.
Cold, powerful, and emotionally guarded, Ryan never planned to fall for anyone again until Maya entered his life.
As their worlds collide, dark secrets begin to surface.
Get ready for a thrilling journey of love, revenge, and hidden truths.

8.2
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9.5
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7.4
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He froze her bank accounts and stripped away her dignity, ready to destroy her life over a blatant lie.
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What Armand didn't know was the terrifying secret Jodi had just discovered hidden at the bottom of her bathroom trash can.
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Wiping her tears, Jodi slipped into a severe black silk gown and crashed an exclusive Hamptons gala to intercept the tech CEO herself.
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9.2
I woke up in a blindingly white hotel penthouse with a throbbing headache and the taste of betrayal in my mouth. The last thing I remembered was my stepsister, Cathie, handing me a flute of champagne at the charity gala with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.
Now, a tall, dangerously handsome man walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his hips. On the nightstand sat a stack of hundred-dollar bills. My stepmother had finally done it-she drugged me and staged a scandal with a hired escort to destroy my reputation and my future.
"Aisha! Is it true you spent the night with a gigolo?" The shouts of a dozen reporters echoed through the heavy oak door as camera flashes exploded through the peephole. My phone lit up with messages showing my bank accounts were already frozen. My father was invoking the 'morality clause' in my mother's trust fund, and my fiancé had already released a statement dumping me to marry my stepsister instead.
I was trapped, penniless, and being hunted by the press for a scandal I hadn't even participated in. My own family had sold me out for a payday, and the man standing in front of me was the only witness who could prove I was innocent-or finish me off for good.
I didn't have time to cry. According to the fine print of the trust, I had thirty days to prove my "rehabilitation" through a legal marriage or I would lose everything.
I tracked the man down to a coffee shop the next morning, watching him take a thick envelope of cash from a wealthy older woman. I sat across from him and slid a napkin with a $50,000 figure written on it.
"I need a husband. Legal, paper-signed, and convincing."
He looked at the number, then at me, a slow, crooked smile spreading across his face. I thought I was hiring a desperate gigolo to save my inheritance. I had no idea I was actually proposing to Dominic Fields, the reclusive billionaire shark who was currently planning a hostile takeover of my father's entire empire.