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 5
Ava snapped her head to the door with a sad look on her face. She touched her neck and shook her head slowly which had Ryan freezing the room with his cold glare.
Ryan closed the gap between them and scooped Ava into his arms. His eyes fell on the two who were stricken with fear and confusion in their eyes.
"What did they do to you? Tell me!" He snapped. A million and one thoughts running through his mind on what to do to them if they really did say or do something to Ava.
Ava lifted her head, her eyes red and teary. "No Ryan, I don't want you to get in trouble for hurting them."
Ryan's jaw clenched, the more her eyes watered, the worse his anger rose. He brought his finger under her chin and raised her head up to stare into her eyes.
"Mia, tell me.." He urged through clenched teeth.
Ava sniffed bringing her finger under her eyelids to wipe her fake tears.
"Uh..He said that I'm a bitch who is set out to destroy you and he won't mind slitting my throat if he gets the chance. And She supported his words before trying to choke me to death.. luckily you arrived just on time or i'd have been dead by now"
Agnes and Matt's jaw dropped in shock. They exchanged brief glances before snapping their heads to Ryan who was now glaring lasers at them.
"W-hat?" Matt stuttered. "No uncle, that's not true! This bitch is a liar!"
Ryan stepped away from Ava and approached the two. "The only way you'd ever learn to have respect for your aunt is only if you're punished greatly.."
Matt wasn't done processing his uncle's words before he dropped to the ground after a hit at the back of his head.
"Matt!" Agnes screamed out in shock as she reached down to Matt laying flat on his belly on the floor. When he didn't budge, she slowly raised her head up.
She caught the smirk on Ava's lips which had her boiling in anger. Her jaw tightened.
"Ryan," Ava called softly, she held his arm and pushed him away from Matt and Agnes slightly. "This is what I was scared of. I was scared that you'd lost your temper this way and now look.." she pointed to Matt on the floor. "You killed him.."
"He is not dead, unfortunately." Ryan gritted. He pulled out his phone from his pocket and raised it to his ear.
A few minutes later, some men burst in through the door and at Ryan's gesture, they grabbed Agnes and Matt.
"W-here are you taking me to? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have spoken that way to Aunt.."
Agnes pleas fell on deaf ears, she was dragged out of the room like a bag of nothing. Silence returned to the room once more.
"Are they going to be okay?" Ava inquired.
"Not exactly.." He smirked. "You've had a long day, have a rest. I have some work to do.."
"What? You're leaving?" Ava asked, her eyes clouded in worry.
Ryan heaved a deep breath, he pulled off his suit jacket and loosened his tie. "If you want me to stay behind, just give the word.."
"I want you to stay.." She replied almost immediately.
The truth was that she was scared of staying alone with these people who wanted her dead. Whatever she was doing to them right now, they deserved a hundred folds of it.
"As you wish.."
****
As promised, Ryan stayed behind for Ava's sake. He watched her closely as she took a nap on the bed. His eyes trailed her luscious hair sprawled on the pillow to her face which was relaxed.
He picked his glass of whiskey and brought it to his lips. A sip in, he was able to digest his long look at her.
It still felt surreal to him, the woman whom he had stalked and loved for years was right before him, napping under his sheets.
His phone rang on the table before, afraid that he was going to disrupt her sleep, he answered the call right away and excused himself to the balcony.
"I thought we both agreed not to contact each other anymore, what do you want now?" he took a glance back to the room. "I'm busy right now.."
Yes! Busy staring at his woman's sleeping face.
A low hiss left his lips, he was forced to disconnect the call. By the time he returned back to the room, he was surprised to see Ava up, she was curled up with both knees to her chest.
Her face was sweaty and her breathing was uneven. She looked scared, almost like she had a bad dream.
Ryan understood what was wrong with her at once, he tossed his phone to the couch and rushed to the bed.
"Ava.. are you alright?"
He scooped her into his arms and made her place her head on his shoulder. Her hands went around him instantly and her sobs gradually died down.
"I don't wanna die. They are going to push me down from the terrace.. I'm scared"
Ryan's grip on her tightened, he pulled her closer to himself and planted a kiss on her forehead.
"Shh..I'm right here with you, no one is going to harm you.." He cooed, he stroked her back tenderly until she relaxed in his arms. "Just take a deep breath.."
Ryan lost count of how many hours he spent with her cuddled up in his arms. He wasn't comfortable with his posture but he didn't want to disturb her sleep so he endured the pain in his lower back and neck for her sake.
After Ava woke up from her coma, she wakes up at odd hours screaming. Her nightmares were as a result of her fall. That scene where Matt released his grip on her and left her to fall always gets to her.
The doctor handling her case said it was nothing to worry about, with time she'll recover from the trauma.
But that doesn't seem like it, it pains him to know that the people who tried to kill her were walking around freely like nothing happened. While she's the one suffering from the fall.
"I'm going to make them suffer for what they did to you. And when I'm done with them, I'll make them choose a worse fate than death itself.." he whispered to himself.
He slowly reached for the pillow behind her and gently, he guided her back to the bed. He sighed in relief as he massaged his nape that hurt from sitting in a wrong posture for too long.
Ryan pulled the sheets over her and left for the bathroom.
Not too long after he left, the door opened again and a figure crept in. Anna's eyes scanned the room, she noticed Ryan wasn't in sight. Her eyes fell on Ava's sleeping figure on the bed.
She wanted to confirm her suspicion, the real Ava should have a scar on her belly as a result of the stab wound which took the life of her unborn baby.
If this lady doesn't have the scar, then she'd believe that this was Mia and not Ava.
She tiptoed to the bed and surprisingly, she heard the door to the bathroom open. Turning on her heels, she came face to face with her brother.
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I discovered I was pregnant with twins from my marriage to Ell Steele, the ruthless CEO of the Steele Group. But he saw me as a gold-digging nobody, unworthy of his heir.
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
Alex never expected his anonymous online connection to be Damien Cross, the intimidating billionaire CEO he works for. Three months of late-night confessions. One shocking revelation.
What started as fantasy becomes dangerously real when they can't deny their chemistry. But hidden enemies and buried secrets threaten to destroy them both. When Alex discovers a devastating truth linking their pasts, he's forced into an impossible choice that could cost him everything,including Damien's heart.
In a world of power and deception, can two men build something real, or will their secrets tear them apart?
9.5
Jennifer, a fiercely independent entrepreneur, never imagined that running her company would put her in the orbit of Joseph, a reclusive billionaire with a dangerous agenda. Their professional clashes ignite a forbidden attraction, drawing them into a passionate affair that threatens to unravel everything Jennifer has built. As corporate sabotage, hidden heirs, and dark secrets from Joseph's past begin to surface, Jennifer's world spirals into a web of betrayal, desire, and moral peril. In a story where power and love collide, nothing is as it seems and every choice could be lethal.
7.4
For five years, Jodi was the perfect, compliant secret lover to billionaire CEO Armand Taylor.
Then, she woke up to a cold email and a seven-figure wire transfer. Armand was marrying European royalty. The money was a severance package to quietly warehouse her out of sight.
Refusing to be his dirty secret, Jodi invoked her contract's termination clause to leave for good. But Armand wouldn't let her go easily. He forced her to personally train her vicious new replacement, Selah.
Selah immediately tampered with a crucial financial file, framing Jodi for sabotaging Taylor Corp's multi-billion-dollar tech acquisition.
Without a second thought, Armand took the new girl's side. He cornered Jodi in the boardroom, his eyes dead and cold.
"You have three days to fix this. If you fail, I will personally see to it that you go to prison for corporate fraud."
He froze her bank accounts and stripped away her dignity, ready to destroy her life over a blatant lie.
He thought she was just a weak, discarded toy who would break under his threats.
What Armand didn't know was the terrifying secret Jodi had just discovered hidden at the bottom of her bathroom trash can.
Three positive pregnancy tests.
If the ruthless billionaire found out she was carrying his heir, he would never let her escape.
Wiping her tears, Jodi slipped into a severe black silk gown and crashed an exclusive Hamptons gala to intercept the tech CEO herself.
This time, she wasn't playing the obedient lover. She was going to clear her name and burn Armand's empire to the ground.
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.