MARRIED TO MY EX'S RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE UNCLE
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.
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Chapter 2
Nica slowly opened her eyes, only to realize she was lying in a strange hospital room. The bright lights above her made her blink repeatedly as memories of the previous night came rushing back.
The party.
Chris.
Ella.
The betrayal.
A sharp pain shot through her chest.
She tried to sit up and remove the IV drip attached to her hand, but a warm unfamiliar hand gently stopped her.
"You need to rest," a deep masculine voice said calmly. "You haven't fully recovered yet."
Something about the touch felt strangely comforting.
Before Nica could respond, the door suddenly opened.
Chris and Ella walked in together, acting as though nothing had happened. Their expressions were full of fake concern, as if they had not been caught kissing the night before.
They did not notice the man standing beside Nica's bed.
Chris rushed forward dramatically.
"Nica! What happened to you?" he asked. "When I got home last night, I couldn't find you anywhere. I was so worried."
Nica stared at him in disbelief.
Worried?
The same man who lied to her, humiliated her, and betrayed her now stood there pretending to care.
Her stomach turned with disgust.
The stranger beside her noticed how uneasy she looked. He cleared his throat loudly.
Chris and Ella immediately turned toward the sound.
The moment Chris saw the man, all the color drained from his face.
"U... Uncle?" Chris stammered so loudly he nearly choked on his own breath. "What are you doing here?"
Before the man could answer, Nica spoke first.
"He brought me to the hospital."
Ella's eyes widened.
For the first time, she truly looked at the stranger.
He was tall, broad-shouldered, handsome, and carried himself with effortless authority. His expensive suit fit perfectly, and his cold expression made him even more attractive.
Ella swallowed hard.
In her mind, greed rose instantly.
I must have this man for myself.
Nica noticed the look in Ella's eyes and felt sick again.
How could Chris, a worthless cheat, be related to someone like this?
Lost in thought, she barely heard the doctor enter the room.
"You're stable now, Miss Matthew," the doctor said with a smile. "You may be discharged today."
Nica nodded quietly.
She got out of bed and packed her few belongings, eager to leave as quickly as possible.
The stranger stepped forward.
"I'll take you home."
Nica looked at him, surprised by the offer.
"No, thank you," she said politely. "You've already done more than enough for me. I can manage on my own."
Chris immediately laughed.
"Uncle, Nica is a strong girl. She can take care of herself, right Nica?"
Before Nica could answer, Ella quickly linked arms with Chris and added sweetly,
"I've known Nica for years. She's very tough. If she says she can do it, then she can."
Nica clenched her fists.
The shamelessness of the two people standing before her was unbearable.
"I'll be leaving now," she said coldly.
Without waiting for a reply, she walked out of the room.
She kept walking until she reached the hospital entrance, finally breathing in fresh air.
Then suddenly, two voices spoke at the same time behind her.
"Nica, I just...."
"You looked......"
She turned around.
It was Chris's uncle.
The two of them paused, then looked at each other before speaking again.
"You first," they both said together.
For the first time that day, Nica almost smiled.
A small laugh escaped them both.
Nica lowered her gaze.
"I just wanted to thank you... for everything."
"It was nothing," he replied smoothly.
Then his eyes moved over her hospital gown.
"Although... you still looked beautiful in that hospital gown."
Nica blinked in surprise.
"Really?"
He smirked slightly.
"I was joking."
For the first time in days, Nica laughed genuinely.
"My name is Nica Matthew," she said.
He gave a small nod.
"Jordan Avila."
The name sounded powerful.
Jordan stepped closer.
"Now let me drive you home."
Nica shook her head again.
"I don't want to bother you."
"You're not a bother."
He paused, as if wanting to say something else.
"Actually... I have an offer to....."
Before he could finish, Nica suddenly remembered something she had left behind in the room.
"Oh no!"
Without another word, she rushed back upstairs.
But the moment she reached the half-open door, her steps froze.
Inside the room, she saw and heard something she was never meant to witness.
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7.9
One night of deception.
A lifetime of consequences.
A bond that cannot be broken.
Nadia Williams is an Omega living in the shadows of the pack she once called home.
Since her father's death, she and her mother, Estelle, have been treated as outcasts by her ruthless uncle, Alpha Edwards. When her mother is framed for theft, Nadia is forced into a deal with the devil.
To save her mother's life, she must become a virgin substitute for her cousin, Danielle.
Her aunt, Katerina, offers a devil's bargain to set her mother free: Nadia must spend one night in the bed of the most powerful man in the country, the billionaire; Alpha Conrad Bradley.
The catch?
She must swap places with her spiteful cousin.
Conrad demands a virgin bride to secure his royal bloodline, and Danielle, Nadia's cruel cousin, has already forfeited her purity.
What begins as a desperate night of passion in the dark spirals into a web of hidden identities and betrayal.
Nadia survives the night and disappears, hoping to bury the shame of the encounter forever.
But fate has a different plan.
Desperate for a fresh start away from her uncle's shadow, Nadia secures a high-level position at Bradley Group of Industries.
As Alpha Conrad unknowingly hires Nadia at his company, an undeniable connection sparks between them.
Conrad is haunted by the scent of the woman from that night-a scent that doesn't match his fiancée, Danielle, but seems to cling to his new, brilliant employee.
As they work side-by-side, Nadia finds an unexpected and beautiful second chance at a life she thought was lost.
Yet, buried secrets threaten to destroy everything.
When the Alpha discovers the woman he truly bonded with, the fallout will be legendary.
8.9
I was tossed into a dark alley like rotting garbage, bleeding and grieving the child I had just lost.
When I was finally brought back to my fiancé Angelo's penthouse, instead of comfort, I was met with absolute disgust.
His family declared me "unclean" after the kidnapping. Angelo coldly announced he was burying the scandal by marrying my sweet, innocent cousin, Carissa.
When we were alone, Carissa stood over my bed, her voice dripping with venomous delight.
"My father arranged the kidnapping. And now, Angelo and I can finally be together."
Before I could react, she forced a silver letter opener into my hand, deliberately stabbed her own shoulder, and let out a bloodcurdling scream.
Angelo stormed in, struck me across the face, and gathered a sobbing Carissa into his arms, looking at me with absolute revulsion.
The family matriarch appeared at the door, her cold eyes sweeping over the scene before she gave a chilling order to the maids.
"Clean this up."
They pinned me down and brutally drove the blade directly into my chest.
I choked on my own blood, staring at the man who had promised me the world as he turned his back, calling my murder a "mercy."
As my heart beat its final agonizing rhythm, I made a silent vow to the shadows that if there was a next life, I would have my vendetta.
When I opened my eyes again, there was no blood, only the soft silk of my nightgown.
I had returned to the day before my eighteenth birthday.
This time, I wouldn't play the desperate victim. I was going to ally with the Devil of Chicago and burn them all to the ground.
9.2
Jacqueline Blackburn, a desperate Ivy League tutor, walked into the sleazy Veridian VIP club just to save her job.
But her billionaire client, the ruthless Christian Montgomery, mistook her for a cheap escort, blowing cigar smoke in her face and treating her like trash.
When she furiously turned to leave, a drunk former client attacked her in the hallway, tearing her white dress open and pinning her by the throat.
She fought back, stabbing the man's hand with a pen, only for Christian to emerge from the shadows and brutally crush the attacker's bleeding hand under his heel.
Instead of letting her go, Christian draped his heavy suit jacket over her exposed skin, trapped her in his dark suite, and forced her to sign a suffocating contract.
"You have exactly ninety days, or I will personally ensure you cease to exist in my city."
She thought she could just keep her head down, teach his nephew, and survive.
But she didn't understand why this terrifying underground tyrant was suddenly so fixated on her.
Why did he use his immense power to isolate her, publicly claim her at a billionaire gala, and track her every move?
When she received a chilling midnight text demanding she pack her bags and move into his sprawling estate by 8:00 AM, the terrifying reality set in.
She hadn't escaped the wolf. She had just walked directly into his cage.
9.0
My fiancé, Connor, and I had a one-year pact. I'd work undercover as a junior developer in the company we co-founded, while he, the CEO, built our empire.
The pact ended the day he ordered me to apologize to the woman who was systematically destroying my life.
It happened during his most important investor pitch. He was on video call when he demanded I publicly humiliate myself for his "special guest," Jaden. This was after she'd already scalded my hand with hot coffee and faced zero consequences.
He chose her. In front of everyone, he chose a manipulative bully over our company's integrity, our employees' dignity, and me, his fiancée.
His eyes on the screen demanded my submission.
"Apologize to Jaden. Now."
I took a step forward, held up my burned hand for the camera, and made a call of my own.
"Dad," I said, my voice dangerously quiet. "It's time to dissolve the partnership."
7.6
To pay for her father's life support, Haleigh sold herself into a marriage with Fabian Blackburn, a ruthless billionaire in a deep coma.
But on her wedding day, she caught her boyfriend cheating with her stepsister, laughing about how they would steal the inheritance the second Fabian stopped breathing. Cornered and desperate, Haleigh secretly underwent IVF using her comatose husband's frozen sperm to secure the family trust.
Weeks later, a miracle happened. Fabian woke up.
But instead of gratitude, he treated her like trash. He threw annulment papers at her face, completely disgusted by the arranged marriage.
"If you try any dirty tricks to get pregnant, I will personally drag you to a clinic and have that bastard scraped out of you."
Terrified, Haleigh hid her positive pregnancy test and desperately tried to hack her way to enough cash to escape. But while using his computer, she accidentally opened a highly classified folder.
Inside was a medical file and a photo of a severely disabled girl who looked exactly like Fabian.
Before she could process it, Fabian walked in. Seeing the screen, his cold mask shattered into pure, unhinged madness. He lunged across the room, lifting her off the floor by her throat, completely ignoring her desperate gasps for air.
"Lock her in the basement," he roared to his guards. "No food. No water."
Curled on the freezing concrete, clutching her newly pregnant belly, Haleigh didn't understand what she had just seen that turned him into a murderous monster.
But she knew one thing: if she didn't escape this terrifying estate, both she and his unborn heir would die in the dark.
8.8
On the eve of my glamorous Waldorf Astoria wedding, I went to the penthouse to surprise my fiancé, Hugh, wearing my late mother's heirloom pearls.
Instead, I heard my stepsister's familiar laugh and caught them tangled together on the sofa.
Through the cracked door, I heard Hugh slur that he was only marrying me for my family's financial backing.
"As soon as I secure my inheritance, she's the first thing I'm getting rid of," he promised her.
Floy giggled and asked for my mother's pearl necklace, my only legacy. Hugh agreed without hesitation, mocking my dead mother's naivety and my desperate dreams of building a family.
Every sweet word he had ever said was a lie, a knife he had been patiently sliding between my ribs for years. They planned to strip me of everything the moment I signed the prenup.
I didn't cry or scream. The crushing weight of their betrayal hollowed me out, leaving behind a terrifying, absolute calm.
Why should I be the one to lose everything while they stole my future and insulted my mother's memory?
I calmly walked down the hall, set the prenuptial agreement on fire, and vanished into the rainy night.
If Hugh wanted to play dirty for the Maxwell empire, I would play for keeps.
Using a forgotten, century-old family covenant, I was going to marry Hugh's uncle-the comatose, paralyzed war hero, Fleet Maxwell.
I would return not as a naive bride, but as their worst nightmare: his aunt, and the new lady of the house.