Marrying My Cheating Fiance's Ruthless Uncle
In my past life, my fiancé Grayson Falcone locked me in an abandoned warehouse to die of a fever while he paraded his mistress around the city.
I opened my eyes and was reborn right on the night of the Plaza Hotel gala.
Just like before, Grayson swam right past me in the freezing fountain, pulling his dripping mistress into his arms in front of New York's elite mafia families.
He publicly shattered our honor, leaving me to face absolute social death.
But this time, Damon Falcone—Grayson's uncle and the most feared Don in the city—stepped out of the shadows, wrapped me in his coat, and carried me away.
To safely destroy the betrothal, I decided to become Grayson's worst nightmare. I played the suffocatingly devoted fiancée, even "accidentally" feeding him his lethal allergen.
But my plan completely backfired.
Instead of breaking the engagement, Grayson developed a sick, morbid fascination with my lethal intentions.
Even worse, Damon cornered me in his private shooting range, his eyes burning with a terrifying, dark obsession as he pinned me against his chest.
I didn't understand why my calculated revenge was spiraling so dangerously out of control.
Thanks to the vicious rumors about Damon carrying me away, the furious family matriarch slammed her hand on the table to protect the family's honor.
"The rumors end now. Grayson and Isabella will marry next month."
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Chapter 5
Isabella POV
The common room at Trinity College for Young Ladies was exactly as I expected: a gilded cage smelling of expensive rosewater, Earl Grey tea, and thinly veiled venom. I sat on a velvet sofa, my bruised wrist carefully hidden beneath the lace cuff of my blouse.
"I heard the new shooting club is fully funded by the Falcone family," Alice O'Donnell whispered excitedly, leaning in. "There's even a rumor that Don Falcone himself might oversee the first session!"
My blood ran cold at the mention of Damon. The memory of his paralyzing stare in the garden yesterday still made my pulse erratic.
Before I could process the threat of his proximity, a sickly sweet voice cut through the chatter.
"Don't be ridiculous, Alice," Valentina Mendoza sneered, stepping into our circle. Her dark eyes locked onto me with undisguised malice. She had always harbored a sick obsession with Damon, and my betrothal to his nephew made me her favorite target. "Some people are like cheap glass in a storefront window. Even with a Falcone label slapped on, they’ll never be diamonds. A collateral bride is still just collateral."
The room fell dead silent. A few girls exchanged mocking glances.
Yesterday, I might have lowered my head. Today, I remembered my vow in the Cadillac.
I met Valentina’s glare, keeping my voice perfectly even. "Miss Mendoza, I don't quite understand your meaning. Are you implying that the betrothal used to maintain Falcone honor is worthless to you? Because that sounds dangerously like you are questioning Don Falcone's personal judgment."
Valentina’s smug smile faltered. "I—that's not what I—"
"Watch your mouth, Valentina," a sharp voice snapped.
Kianna Falcone stepped out from the shadows of the bookshelves. She had always ignored me, but right now, her eyes were blazing with familial pride. "You do not insult my family's honor. If you have a problem with my uncle's decisions, perhaps you should tell him yourself."
Valentina paled, her bravado crumbling. She spun on her heel and fled the room without another word.
Kianna turned to me. For the first time, there was a flicker of calculating respect in her gaze, rather than pity. I offered her a slight, polite nod. I was no longer just a canary in a cage.
*
Damon POV
The Mayor’s Office at City Hall reeked of stale leather, old books, and political desperation. I sat across from Mayor James 'Jimmy' Walker, the tip of my Cuban cigar glowing in the dim light.
"A girls' shooting club, Damon?" Jimmy asked, wiping sweat from his brow despite the cool room. "Why are you personally overseeing this? A Capo could handle it. It’s not your style to play babysitter."
I took a slow drag of my cigar, letting the smoke veil my expression. Jimmy didn't need to know the truth. He didn't need to know that the image of Grayson's hands on Isabella's fragile wrist was burning a hole through my sanity. I needed a legitimate, public reason to step into her world, to watch her, to ensure she belonged to no one else.
"Mayor," I said, my voice devoid of any inflection. "The fathers and future husbands of those girls control Wall Street, the courts, and Fifth Avenue."
I leaned forward, resting my forearms on his mahogany desk. "Having them learn to pull a trigger—and making sure they are aiming at the targets I designate—is a far more valuable investment than building a new railroad."
Jimmy blinked, the confusion in his eyes slowly morphing into deep admiration. "Brilliant," he muttered, leaning back in his chair. "Absolutely brilliant, Damon. You'll have all the official permits and facilities by tomorrow."
"Make sure of it," I replied coldly.
I stood up, buttoning my tailored suit jacket. The board was set. Isabella thought she could navigate the treacherous waters of my family on her own, but she was about to learn that every path she took would inevitably lead straight back to me.
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Lurking in the background is Angella Browns, Benson's childhood friend and the campus self proclaimed queen bee. Obsessed and possessive Angella would do whatever it takes to keep Benson all to herself even if it meant destroying Bella's life to pieces.
When tragedy strikes and secrets begins to unfold, Bella and Bensons relationship are bounded together by a dangerous DEAL - one that could either save or destroy them both.
As danger draws closer Bella must not only fight for justice but also uncover the truth behind her sisters death and choose Whether love was meant to survive in a world filled with Wealth, Power, and betrayal.
It was never meant to be love until fate made them collide.
7.2
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They said loving him would ruin her, and they were right.
Adrianna never meant to fall for Xavier Palmer, the cold, untouchable billionaire whose name alone could silence a room. He was dangerous, controlling, and completely out of her world.
But the moment he claimed her as his, there was no escape.
What started as a forced bond quickly turned into something far more dangerous. Obsession and possession, a love so intense it blurred the line between protection and destruction.
Then everything shattered.
A brutal accident leaves Adrianna fighting for her life... and Xavier drowning in guilt, rage, and a darkness no one has ever seen before. While she lies unconscious, he hunts for the truth behind the attack, unaware that betrayal is closer than he thinks.
When Adrianna finally wakes up, nothing is the same.
Secrets have been buried, a child has been lost, and enemies are closing in.
But Xavier has made one thing clear.
He will destroy anyone who dares touch what belongs to him, even if it means becoming the monster she fears.
Even if it means losing her forever.
8.3
Half a month into our cold war, I, Claire Parker, found an abortion procedure slip tucked inside Daniel Carter's suit pocket.
The patient's name belonged to the fragile little childhood sweetheart he had always protected so fiercely-Sophie Bennett.
I folded the paper calmly and slipped it back where I had found it.
Daniel noticed the movement immediately. His eyes flicked toward me through the rearview mirror, resignation coloring his voice.
"What are you overthinking now? Sophie was just keeping a friend company at the hospital. She accidentally left it there."
I turned toward the window and said nothing.
This was Sophie declaring war on me, yet the man who could crush competitors without mercy in the business world believed her completely.
The silence inside the car grew suffocating until Daniel finally stopped outside an upscale jewelry boutique.
He reached over and ruffled my hair with easy familiarity, his tone indulgent and affectionate.
"Come on. Pick out a ring. Your birthday's next month anyway, so we might as well register our marriage too."
I bit down hard on my lip as tears fell soundlessly onto the back of my hand.
What he still didn't know was that I wouldn't live long enough to see next month.
9.5
Carin survived a horrific escape pod crash only to wake up in the mud of an uncharted, barbaric alien planet.
Before she could even process the pain of her fractured ribs, she was captured by towering, wolf-headed warriors who stripped her of her protective gear and threw her into a filthy slave pen.
Because she lacked animal ears and a tail, the clan's arrogant elites mocked her as a repulsive deformity, beating her with spears and forcing her to shovel toxic dung in the deadly Blade Beast pens.
The other female laborers violently bullied her and stole her only scraps of food, leaving her starving and defenseless in a brutal society where the strong preyed on the weak.
"If you're unclaimed at the mating ceremony, they force you into the breeding program, and you'll be nothing but a vessel until you die."
She was terrified, exhausted, and completely unequipped to survive this nightmare, but after a miraculous farming system suddenly awakened in her mind, she knew she desperately needed a powerful shield to protect her secret from the greedy tribe.
During the chaotic mating ceremony, amidst the cruel laughter of the entire clan, she stepped directly in front of Brannon—a terrifying, sterile, mutant outcast despised by everyone—and boldly claimed the deadly warrior as her mate.
7.6
AKARI TANAKA didn't know she was a werewolf until she inherited a murder.
Summoned to a remote Carpathian town, she learns she's the last heir of an ancient alpha line-and her great-uncle's suspicious death has thrown the local packs into a war for succession. As her own latent power violently awakens, Akari is caught between a ruthless rival alpha who wants to control her and a fanatical uncle whose faked death masks a plan to sacrifice her in a ritual that will rewrite reality.
To prevent a genocide of her own kind, Akari must forge an alliance with her enemy, master the wolf within, and confront the monstrous truth of her bloodline.
The price of leadership is sacrifice. The cost of failure is annihilation. But in Lupinara, the greatest predator isn't the wolf... it's the past.
7.2
I stared at the ceiling tiles of the sterile clinic, counting water stains to keep from screaming. The IVF transfer was complete, but the nurse didn’t call me a mother—she called the life inside me an "asset" for Caldwell Holdings.
When I walked into my husband Alexander’s office to demand a divorce, he didn't even look up from his desk. He just laughed, shredded my legal papers, and told me I was nothing more than a high-end broodmare for his inheritance.
The nightmare only deepened from there. To keep me in line, Alexander fabricated evidence of an affair to destroy my reputation. When I tried to run, he revealed he controlled the facility where my sister was on life support, threatening to pull the plug if I didn't submit.
"One phone call, and her ventilator stops," he whispered.
Even my own parents turned against me, demanding I apologize to Alexander’s mistress just to secure their next business merger. I was a prisoner in my own life, trapped between a husband who wanted to own me and a family that had already sold me. I couldn't understand why everyone was so obsessed with this pregnancy until I saw the fear in Alexander's eyes when his uncle, the powerful Harrison Sterling, started showing up at my door.
I finally hacked into the clinic’s high-security database and found the truth. There had been a catastrophic lab breach the day of my procedure. The donor wasn't some anonymous third party.
I wasn't carrying my husband's child. I was carrying his uncle's heir.
As Alexander sent a hitman to stage a fatal "accident" on the Manhattan Bridge, I realized the war had just begun. This time, I wasn't just fighting for my life—I was holding the nuclear leverage that would burn the Caldwell empire to the ground.