I Married My Ex's Billionaire Uncle by Mistake
The night her sister steals her fiancé, Calista makes a bold, reckless move:
seduce her ex's father, marry into the family-and make them kneel and call her "Mom."
But when she wakes up, it's not her ex's father beside her.
It's Lancelot.
A construction worker by appearance-
in truth, a powerful CEO and the shadowy head of a family no one dares to cross.
"You seduced me," he says, pinning her to the wall. "Now you're mine."
But Calista isn't just a scorned socialite with a revenge plan.
Behind her quiet retreat from high society hides:
the true heiress of the richest family,
a world-class hacker,
a legendary thief,
and a gaming champion feared across continents.
They clash. They scheme.
But the more they fight, the harder they fall.
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Chapter 4
Two hours later, Calista sat in the car, eyes gleaming as she stared at the little red booklet in her hands.
Who would've thought she'd hit jackpot just by sleeping over-boom, she's now Lucas's stepmom.
Now let's see what Felicity and her crew have to say about this.
"Where to next? Should I drop you at your place or mine?"
Lancelot threw her a teasing look, lips curved in a casual smile. His long fingers lightly tapped the steering wheel as he joked with her.
Calista finally pulled her gaze off the marriage certificate and replied, "You're my husband now, obviously I'm going home with you. Gotta start working on that couple chemistry, right?"
He'd only offered to take her to his place thinking she'd turn him down. She didn't seem like the type to move in that fast.
But she went straight for the "building chemistry" card.
Lancelot's eyes glinted with mischief.
He raised an eyebrow. "You're sure you want to come home with me? We may have the paperwork, but we haven't had the wedding yet."
Sure, the certificate made them legally married, but in the eyes of others, the wedding was what counted.
"We'll have the wedding the same day as your son's," she answered, her tone matter-of-fact. "We've got the certificate, so legally I'm your wife. Is it weird to go home with my husband? I mean, yeah, we got a little up close and personal last night, but we're still not all that familiar, don't you think?"
Her ears flushed red as she tried to sound serious, though her neck was stiff with embarrassment.
Lancelot's dark eyes shimmered with quiet amusement. He chuckled, "Alright then, as you wish."
Living together, huh? This might actually get interesting.
*****
"Holy crap, Cal, you're actually amazing! I can't believe you pulled it off-I'm so impressed!"
On the way to pick up her stuff, Calista had asked Lancelot to drive her home. She messaged Lumi, told her they'd registered the marriage, and even dropped a pic of the marriage certificate.
Lumi was beyond excited when she saw the photo, cheering Calista on like a total fangirl.
Calista raised an eyebrow, grinning. "I can practically picture Lucas and Felicity's faces right now."
Lucas had dumped her for Felicity, and that girl had no shame snatching her sister's guy. Calista had no intention of letting them off easy.
"You gonna wave that marriage certificate right in their faces?"
Lumi sounded like she could barely contain her excitement.
Calista shook her head. "We may have signed the papers, but I can't be sure Lucas's dad is on my side yet. I want him to be so into me, spoiling me like crazy. Then, making Lucas and Felicity eat dirt will be a piece of cake. I'm planning to have our wedding the same day as theirs-really blindside them. Can you imagine the look on their faces when I marry his father instead of crying in a corner?"
So what? Lucas and Felicity get to flaunt their love? She'd take it ten steps further-show them what real couple goals look like.
"Damn, that's spicy! I love it. Let 'em bask in their fake happiness for now..."
The two girls schemed away over Ins, messaging back and forth like giddy partners in crime.
Meanwhile, Lancelot was quietly listening to Calista's wild plans, his eyes gleaming like he was highly entertained.
His long fingers tapped the steering wheel again, that usually cold and sharp face softening into a knowing smirk.
This woman... she's starting to remind him of someone.