Marrying My Ex's Powerful Billionaire Uncle
On my wedding day, my fiancé Connor received an urgent phone call.
He told me a D-list actress had broken her leg on set, then abandoned me right at the altar.
In my past life, I cried until my throat bled, begging him not to leave.
But my tears only brought endless humiliation. My mother and adopted sister mocked me, framed me, and forged my signature to steal my multi-million dollar trust fund.
They kicked me out of the family estate without a single dime.
I ended up freezing to death in the minus-twenty-degree New York blizzard, listening to my mother's voicemail telling me to die in the street as long as I didn't bleed on her carpets.
Until my last breath, I couldn't understand why my own blood relatives hated me so much, yet treated an adopted daughter like a precious princess.
The only person who showed me any mercy—draping his wool coat over my frozen corpse and giving me a proper burial—was Connor's ruthless, untouchable uncle, Harding Snow.
Opening my eyes again, I was back in the bridal suite, right as Connor was rushing out the door.
This time, I didn't shed a single tear.
I let him run to his actress, then walked straight into the VIP room to face the most feared billionaire on Wall Street.
"The wedding proceeds as planned, but the groom's name changes to yours."
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Chapter 9
The heavy French doors of Ashlee's suite slammed against the wall, the wood splintering around the hinges.
Inside, Ashlee was sitting at her vanity mirror, holding her phone to her mouth, recording a voice note. "...she's just a pathetic dumped bride, I'm sure Connor will-"
The explosion of the door made Ashlee scream. She dropped her phone. It bounced off the velvet rug.
Ashlee spun around in her chair. Her eyes widened in terror as she saw Anissa standing in the doorway, radiating the energy of a grim reaper.
Anissa's eyes swept the room. It was three times the size of her own. Her gaze locked onto the vanity table. Sitting right next to Ashlee's makeup brushes was a carved rosewood jewelry box.
It was her grandmother's box.
Anissa marched across the room. Ashlee jumped up, holding her hands out. "Anissa, what are you doing in here-"
Anissa didn't speak. She grabbed a fistful of Ashlee's expensive cashmere sweater and violently shoved her out of the way.
Ashlee tripped over her own feet and crashed to the floor. Her perfectly styled hair fell into her face as she shrieked in shock.
Anissa flipped the lid of the rosewood box open. The priceless Cartier sapphire necklace rested on the velvet. Right beneath it was a folded legal document.
Anissa pulled the paper out. It was the trust fund transfer agreement. At the bottom, on the signature line, was her name. It was a sloppy, blatant forgery.
Anissa gripped the necklace in her left hand. She held the forged document in her right. A murderous calm settled over her.
Heavy footsteps thundered into the room. Cameron, Brendan, and Dylan rushed in, having heard the crash. They saw Ashlee sobbing on the floor.
"Are you insane?!" Cameron roared. He lunged forward, reaching out to grab Anissa by the shoulders.
Anissa didn't flinch. She grabbed a heavy, crystal bottle of Chanel perfume from the vanity and smashed it directly onto the hardwood floor at Cameron's feet.
The glass shattered into a hundred pieces. The overpowering stench of alcohol and floral perfume exploded into the air, forcing Cameron to jump back, coughing.
Anissa turned to face her brothers. She held up the forged document.
"You're a lawyer, Cameron," Anissa said, her voice cutting through the fumes. "Tell me. What is the mandatory federal sentence for forging a signature to embezzle a multi-million dollar trust?"
Cameron's angry expression vanished. He stared at the paper in her hand. His eyes locked onto the fake signature. All the blood drained from his face, leaving him looking like a corpse.
He knew exactly what that piece of paper meant. It meant disbarment. It meant prison. It meant the end of the Roy family.
Brendan and Dylan froze. They were stupid, but they weren't blind. They looked at the paper, then down at Ashlee.
Ashlee scrambled backward on the floor. She pointed a shaking finger at the door where Lorraine had just appeared. "I didn't do it! Mom did it! Mom said she signed it!"
Lorraine gasped, clutching her chest as her precious adopted daughter threw her straight under the bus.
Before anyone could speak, a deafening roar shook the windows. The heavy curtains whipped wildly as the downdraft from a helicopter rotor battered the glass.
Harding's Blackwater security team and a squad of corporate lawyers had touched down on the lawn.
The lead attorney walked into the bedroom, flanked by two massive men in tactical suits. He completely ignored the Roy family. He walked straight to Anissa and bowed.
He turned to Harold, who had just dragged himself up the stairs. The lawyer held up a manila folder. "By order of the court, all assets belonging to the Roy family are officially frozen pending a federal fraud investigation."
Harold grabbed his chest. His eyes rolled back, and he collapsed against the hallway wall, gasping for air.
Anissa unclasped the Cartier necklace and fastened it around her own neck. The cold sapphire rested against her collarbone.
She picked up her small leather bag. Surrounded by a wall of black-suited guards, she walked out of the suffocating house, leaving her family drowning in the ruins they built.
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One hidden identity of the young miss came to light after another.Shocked and dumbfounded, the crowd fell to their knees to beg for forgiveness.
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9.2
Averie spent hours preparing a perfect third-anniversary dinner for her billionaire husband, Jarett Sharp.
Instead of celebrating, she received an anonymous photo of him intimately holding another woman.
When Jarett finally arrived, he didn't even look guilty.
"Candida. It's okay. Don't be scared. I'm on my way."
He simply took a call from his mistress, shoved Averie aside, and walked right back out the door.
That same night, Averie's father suffered a massive heart attack.
The hospital demanded a half-million-dollar deposit before they would operate.
But when Averie frantically tried to use the emergency medical trust card Jarett had given her, it was declined.
Jarett had deliberately frozen her access to the funds just hours earlier.
While she begged his assistant on the phone, Jarett refused to be disturbed, busy wrapping his expensive coat around his mistress in the hospital garden.
Averie collapsed in the hallway, realizing the man she loved was deliberately letting her father die.
In the end, a childhood friend stepped in to pay the bill and save her father's life, while her billionaire husband later pinned her to their bed, throwing a check at her and reminding her he had bought her for three million dollars.
Averie didn't shed a single tear.
She slowly ripped his check into pieces, left her massive diamond ring on the dresser, and walked out into the cold New York night with nothing but her old suitcase.
She pulled out her phone and dialed her old ballet professor.
She wasn't just going to leave Jarett Sharp. She was going to destroy him.
8.5
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It still feels so unreal being dumped by my boyfriend at the courtyard on the day of our wedding.
David didn't show up and when I called him to know the reason why.
He told me right to my face that he had found love with another woman who happened to be my best friend.
My heart was shattered into a million tiny pieces.
I was wallowing in self-pity when I overheard Lucas talking on the phone about needing a replacement for the woman who has collected a part-payment to be his wife.
I agreed to be his wife without thinking twice wanting to get back at my Ex.
What would happen when two strangers' hearts intertwined?
And what started as an arrangement became a bedrock for something real?
Read to find out.
9.3
He was supposed to be my brother. The cold CEO everyone feared. The man who controlled the entire country's business world.
But one night, he looked at me and calmly destroyed everything I thought I knew.
"We're getting married."
I laughed, but he didn't.
Now every door in my life is closing, every choice is disappearing, and the one man I'm not supposed to love refuses to let me go.
Because to Lucien Hale, this was never forbidden. It was inevitable.
And the most terrifying part? The closer I get to him, the harder it becomes to run.
7.1
I worked eighty-hour weeks on Wall Street just to keep my sick brother alive, enduring endless humiliation from the wealthy family that adopted us.
But when I went to surprise my boyfriend of three years, I found him kissing my spoiled adoptive sister, Tatum.
They were celebrating their engagement to merge their powerful families.
To keep me quiet, my adoptive mother, Eleanor, threatened to freeze my brother's medical trust fund unless I attended the party to play the supportive sister.
Instead, I discovered Eleanor had been embezzling from my brother's life-saving fund to cover her own bad investments.
The nightmare worsened when a drunken Ryder cornered me in my apartment stairwell.
"Once I marry Tatum, Eleanor is giving me control of Liam's trust fund to buy out my father's board members."
He planned to drain my brother's medical money, dump Tatum, and keep me as his mistress.
For a decade, I suffered their abuse hoping for a shred of decency, only to realize they were plotting to leave my brother to die on the streets for corporate greed.
Calling the police wouldn't stop these billionaires. I needed absolute power.
Remembering the dark, predatory gaze of Jaren Jarvis—the ruthless billionaire who had watched me fight back at the party—I canceled my call to 911.
If they wanted to destroy my only family, I was going to use the devil himself to crush theirs.
8.1
Chantal Lewis's family legacy was twenty-four hours away from a fifty-million-dollar foreclosure.
Desperate to save her parents, she sold her soul, offering herself as a paper wife to Dell Valdez, a ruthless Wall Street billionaire needing a quick PR fix.
But Dell didn't just buy her; he trapped her in a living nightmare.
He forced her into a brutal three-year repayment plan she could never afford, treated her like a disposable prop, and deliberately leaked a scandalous paparazzi photo to destroy her hard-earned professional credibility.
Worst of all, the first time his calloused hand touched hers, a violent, terrifying flashback assaulted her brain.
The scorching heat of his palms and the distinct, dark scent of his cedarwood cologne perfectly matched the repressed memory of a pitch-black room where she was pinned to a mattress against her will.
Chantal didn't understand why her cold-blooded fake husband felt exactly like the monster from her unspoken trauma.
She understood even less why, after months of ignoring her, he was suddenly acting violently jealous and possessive when she merely smiled at another man!
Why did his scent match her attacker, and what was he truly planning?
Furious, she called him to threaten a divorce, only for his voice to drop into a lethal whisper.
"Try it. See what happens."
Before she could process his deadly threat, her office phone rang.
"Ms. Lewis," her receptionist trembled. "Your brother is in the lobby. He owes money to some very bad people, and they are coming here right now."