MARRIED TO MY EX'S RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE UNCLE
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Nica caught her boyfriend, Chris, and her best friend, Ella, in a shocking betrayal. Chris was kissing Ella while caressing her close, and Ella only smirked at Nica as if she had won. Nica got pissed off and swore she would not let their betrayal go unpunished. What happens next? Read the story and find out for yourself.
MARRIED TO MY EX'S RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE UNCLE Chapter 1
Nica Matthew was a young woman from a poor home. Despite her struggles, she was kind, hardworking, and hopeful about love. She had been dating Chris Elio, a handsome young man from an average family, and believed he truly cared for her.
But the person who was supposed to protect and stand by her no matter what, her best friend, Ella Mark, had secretly betrayed her. Unknown to Nica, Ella was involved with Chris behind her back.
As the days passed, Nica began to notice Chris acting strangely. He was distant, full of excuses, and constantly avoiding her. Whenever she wanted to spend time with him, he always had a reason to leave. Yet somehow, he always seemed available whenever Ella called.
One afternoon, Chris received an invitation to an engagement party. As he read the letter, Ella sat beside him, smiling mischievously.
"I'll go with you," Ella said confidently. "And trust me, I'll be the most beautiful, hottest, and sexiest woman at that party."
Chris laughed and pulled her closer.
"That's why I love you," he said. "You're bold and confident."
The two of them agreed to attend together, leaving Nica behind.
What they did not know was that Nica had also been invited by someone else.
The day of the party finally arrived.
Chris adjusted his watch and grabbed his car keys.
"I have somewhere important to be," he told Nica casually. "Don't wait up for me. I may not come back tonight."
Nica frowned slightly but nodded.
"Okay."
She stepped closer, trying to hug him goodbye, but Chris pushed her away coldly and walked out without another word.
Left alone in the quiet house, Nica sat on the couch feeling lonely and restless. Then suddenly, she glanced at her phone and remembered the engagement party.
"Oh no!"
She rushed to her room and dressed as quickly as she could. She chose a simple long backless dress, slipped into small heels, loosely curled her hair, added a touch of makeup, and wore her nerd glasses. In her hurry, she forgot to carry her bag.
Meanwhile, Chris and Ella had already arrived at the party.
Ella wore a short sleeveless black dress that clung to her curves, paired with high heels and expensive jewelry that sparkled under the lights. Her hair was perfectly styled, and her makeup was flawless.
Chris looked equally sharp in a fitted suit, polished black shoes, and a neat tie.
Guests admired them openly.
"They look perfect together."
"What a beautiful couple."
"They belong with each other."
Ella smiled proudly as she held Chris's arm.
At the entrance, Nica rushed inside and accidentally bumped into a tall man.
She froze.
It was the same man who had paid for her bus fare earlier after she realized she had forgotten her bag at home.
"I'm so sorry!" she blurted out quickly.
Without waiting for his response, she hurried away.
The man stood still, watching her disappear into the crowd with an unreadable expression.
Inside the hall, Nica walked around quietly, sipping from a glass of juice. The glamorous atmosphere made her feel out of place.
After a while, she headed to the restroom.
While inside, she overheard two women talking excitedly.
"Did you see that couple in black? They look stunning together."
"Yes! They fit each other perfectly."
Nica smiled faintly. Though jealousy pricked her heart, she was also happy for whoever they were. She had always longed for a love like that.
When she stepped out of the restroom, her smile faded.
Across the hallway, she saw Chris.
Her breath caught.
No... that can't be possible.
Wasn't he supposed to be at an important meeting?
She rubbed her eyes and pinched herself.
This was no dream.
A small smile formed on her lips as she prepared to walk toward him.
Maybe he had come after all.
But before she could take another step, she froze.
Chris was pressed against the wall... kissing Ella passionately.
His hands were around her waist, while Ella's fingers tangled in his hair.
The world around Nica shattered.
Ella noticed her first.
Instead of shame, Ella smirked and boldly raised her hand, giving Nica an insulting gesture.
Nica's body trembled.
Her best friend.
Her boyfriend.
The two people she trusted most had betrayed her.
Tears burned her eyes as she turned and ran.
She could not breathe.
She could not think.
She only wanted to escape.
But in her haste, her heel caught the edge of the carpet.
She tripped.
Everything around her went dark.
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MARRIED TO MY EX'S RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE UNCLE of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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Alayna was working a grueling catering shift in worn-out heels to support her broke college boyfriend, Caiden, who claimed to be studying at the library.
But through the crack of a VIP suite door, she saw him wearing a bespoke suit and a Patek Philippe watch, sipping expensive liquor.
"It's a little poverty role-play. Keeps things interesting."
He was laughing with his rich friends, mocking her as his clueless "charity case."
To make matters worse, she was forced into a humiliating mascot costume just in time to watch him passionately kiss his wealthy ex-girlfriend.
That same night, Alayna's mother collapsed with gastric cancer, requiring a half-million-dollar surgery.
When a desperate Alayna begged Caiden for help, he refused.
"Why don't you just apply for Medicaid? That's the path for people like you."
For two years, she had starved herself to buy his textbooks, his tickets, and his shoes.
He had stolen her sweat and her sacrifices, all for a cruel game.
The sheer audacity of his betrayal made her blood run cold.
When a billionaire stranger stepped in to pay her mother's medical bills in exchange for a one-year fake marriage, Alayna didn't hesitate to sign the contract.
She slipped the flawless diamond ring onto her finger, opened a spreadsheet, and sent Caiden an invoice for every single cent.
This time, she was going to dismantle his entire life.
9.4
I thought the Burch family gave me a loving home when they took me out of the orphanage.
But when the global deep freeze apocalypse hit, my adoptive parents mercilessly kicked me out of the bunker to freeze to death.
As I lay dying in the snow, covered in horrific purple frostbite, my adoptive sister Kendal walked past me in a pristine designer jacket.
Around her neck was my only childhood possession—an antique gold necklace my adoptive mother had ripped off my neck to give to her.
Kendal gloated, bragging that my pendant held a magical space with infinite supplies and fresh food while the rest of the world starved.
I realized I had spent years emptying my life savings to fund their luxury cars and fake medical emergencies.
They had drained my bank accounts, stolen my bloodline's heirloom, and used my magical lifeline to live like royalty while leaving me to die.
I took my last ragged breath in that blinding blizzard, consumed by a toxic hatred.
Why was I so hopelessly weak? Why did I let them take everything from me?
Opening my eyes again, the painful frostbite scars were gone. My skin was warm.
I grabbed my phone. The screen lit up: November 12.
It was exactly three days before the world ended.
When my adoptive mother called, faking a tearful emergency to demand another thirty thousand dollars, I smiled coldly.
"Just tell me where to send the money, Mom."
This time, I'm taking my space back, and I'm going to drain them dry.
8.4
I worked three double shifts at the garage just to buy a velvet-boxed cake for my wealthy girlfriend, Arleen.
But when I pushed open the VIP room door, I saw her lover kissing her bare leg.
She didn't push him away. Instead, she laughed and swirled her martini.
"I only forgot Finn because I knew he would stay. He is a poor boy from Queens who follows me around like a loyal dog."
Later that night, her lover intentionally crashed a Porsche to scare me, sending a piece of jagged metal into my skull.
Lying in a growing pool of my own blood, I watched Arleen crawl out of the wreckage.
She didn't even look at me. She threw herself at her uninjured lover, screaming for a medic.
"He just got scraped by a piece of plastic. He is faking it. Deal with Jaquez first!"
When I woke up, I wasn't free. Arleen had locked me in a private hospital wing with 24-hour security, planning to isolate me and keep me as her broken, captive toy forever.
My blind, pathetic devotion finally froze into absolute disgust.
I looked at the heart monitor next to my bed and grabbed an IV needle.
I severed the sensor wire to trigger a flatline, slipped out the fire stairs while the nurses panicked, and burned my identity to ashes.
This time, I was going to disappear to London, build my own empire, and watch hers burn.
9.0
Allegra woke up in a sterile alien hospital with no memory, no ID chip, and a terrifying snow leopard General claiming responsibility for her crash.
But a routine ID scan at a local boutique shattered her fragile cover.
The machine shrieked, flashing a fatal red warning: NO NEURAL LINK DETECTED.
She was a "Ghost"—an illegal, unregistered biological entity in a ruthless Hybrid Empire.
The boutique locked down instantly. Heavily armed police swarmed the plaza, laser sights painting her chest red.
She was dragged into a subterranean military black site, where a manic geneticist tested her blood and discovered the impossible truth.
She wasn't a Hybrid. She was a pure Homo Sapiens—an extinct race whose mere presence could cure the Hybrids' fatal Psyche collapse.
To keep her all to himself, the scientist lied to the General, branding her a toxic, mutating bio-weapon.
Forced by Imperial law, the General abandoned her to the scientist's cruel custody.
Allegra was locked inside a reinforced glass cage in the deepest isolation ward, waiting to be dissected.
She huddled on the floor, trembling in absolute despair.
She didn't belong in this nightmare world. Why was she being treated like a monster? Why did this madman look at her like a prize to be torn apart?
Watching the scientist's fox ears twitch in manic stress outside the glass, her human empathy momentarily overrode her terror.
She stood up and pressed her palm against the glass, perfectly aligning it with his.
"Don't be so nervous, Mr. Fox."
Instantly, an invisible wave of human resonance flooded his core, shattering his genetic madness.
The terrifying predator was reduced to a whimpering, devoted puppy, pressing himself against the window in absolute submission.
Allegra slowly pulled her hand back, her heart skipping a beat.
Well, she thought, that changes things.
8.3
On the night of my career-defining art exhibition, I stood completely alone. My husband, Dante Sovrano, the most feared man in Chicago, had promised he wouldn’t miss it for the world. Instead, he was on the evening news.
He was shielding another woman—his ruthless business partner—from a downpour, letting his own thousand-dollar suit get soaked just to protect her. The headline flashed below them, calling their new alliance a "power move" that would reshape the city.
The guests at my gallery immediately began to whisper. Their pitying looks turned my greatest triumph into a public spectacle of humiliation. Then his text arrived, a cold, final confirmation of my place in his life: “Something came up. Isabella needed me. You understand. Business.”
For four years, I had been his possession. A quiet, artistic wife kept in a gilded cage on the top floor of his skyscraper. I poured all my loneliness and heartbreak onto my canvases, but he never truly saw my art. He never truly saw me. He just saw another one of his assets.
My heart didn't break that night. It turned to ice. He hadn't just neglected me; he had erased me.
So the next morning, I walked into his office and handed him a stack of gallery contracts.
He barely glanced up, annoyed at the interruption to his empire-building. He snatched the pen and signed on the line I’d marked.
He didn’t know the page tucked directly underneath was our divorce decree.
He had just signed away his wife like she was nothing more than an invoice for art supplies.
8.7
Jolie transmigrated into a high-tech universe ruled by beast-shifting Primals, only to wake up in the body of a "defective" female. With a Genetic Compatibility Index of zero, she was publicly discarded by her mandated military partner.
Before she could even adapt, her stepmother drugged her with an illegal aphrodisiac and locked her in a pitch-black suite with that same ex-fiancé—now a feral, maddened beast. The family wanted her torn apart to permanently erase their embarrassment.
But instead of dying, Jolie awakened a rare plant-manipulation power. She bound the raging General, drained his energy, robbed him blind, and fled to a remote farming planet. Just as she thought she was free, the Commonwealth system flashed a new mandate. They assigned her a new husband: Keanu Robertson, a psychotic assassin who had murdered his last three wives.
The system wasn't giving her a partner; it was handing her a death warrant. Keanu despised females, especially a "useless" zero-GCI burden. He tracked her forged alias across the galaxy, descending upon her barren farm in the dead of night with pure murderous intent. How could a discarded, defective girl survive the most feared apex predator in the Shadow Sector?
But as the legendary assassin stepped onto her property to finish the job, a mutated, neurotoxic vine whipped out and completely paralyzed him. Watching the massive killer crash face-first into the dirt, Jolie lowered her rifle and smiled.
"Welcome home, husband."
