Oops, Wrong Uncle! I Married The Real Zillionaire Instead!
The best way to get back at a cheating bastard? Make him sick to his stomach for the rest of his life!
Days before her wedding, Corinne caught her fiancé cheating with his coworker in what she thought was their future home.
Furious, she tore everything apart, ended the engagement, and decided on a bold revenge plan.
To make him regret it for life, she set her sights on marrying his powerful uncle. Confident in her scheme, she tried to win over the cold, untouchable man, only to realize too late that she had mistaken his identity.
The man she married was far more dangerous than she imagined!
Corinne decided to make a quick escape. "Let's get a divorce. We're clearly not right for each other... "
He cornered her with a knowing smile, "Not right for each other? Funny, that's not what you said last night in bed. Want me to remind you how wrong you are?"
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Chapter 3
Inside the car, Andrew Olson sank into his seat while one hand covered his forehead. He tried to push down the heat still spreading through him, but the discomfort wouldn't fade.
When the window was fully lowered, he lifted his gaze at a slow, measured pace.
As soon as he saw who stood outside, his expression hardened again.
It was her?
The second their eyes locked, a cold shiver crept up Corinne's back.
Then, without warning, a much bolder thought took hold of her.
So this was Jonny's uncle.
Everything about him stood out. His face, the way he carried himself, and that quiet pressure he gave off made Jonny seem insignificant.
He looked sharp, his build solid, and he carried himself with a kind of authority that didn't match his age. In that instant, she saw exactly what she needed. This was the man she would use.
She made up her mind right there. She would marry him. Once that happened, she would stand above Jonny as his aunt-in-law, and she wasn't about to let that chance slip through her fingers.
Without another glance, Andrew shifted his attention away and reached for the window control.
Before it could close, Corinne rushed forward and pressed both hands against the frame to hold it in place.
"Hold on... just give me a moment."
Seeing how close the glass was to catching her, Andrew stopped his hand and released the control. His expression tightened as he looked at her. "Say what you need to say."
Nothing she had planned came to mind. Corinne hesitated for a split second, then decided to act on instinct.
Without asking, she reached through the opening, unlocked the door, and slipped inside. In the next instant, she settled right onto his lap.
"Relax," she replied, a soft smile forming as a small dimple showed. "I'm only here to give your tie back."
A brief flash of surprise crossed his face before it disappeared. "This is your idea of returning something? Move."
Ignoring the edge in his voice, Corinne pulled the tie from her bag and leaned closer to him.
"I was the one who took it off earlier. So I should be the one to put it back."
Before she could continue, Andrew grabbed her wrist to stop her. "There's no need for—"
The movement threw her forward, and she ended up pressed against him. Her breath brushed near his ear as she spoke.
"You act so distant," she whispered. "But that's not what I remember."
In the confined space, their breaths overlapped, and the air inside the car grew noticeably warmer.
Corinne's gaze dropped to Andrew's lips. They were close enough to reach without effort, and once she decided, she didn't hesitate. She leaned in and kissed him again.
For a brief moment, Andrew went completely still.
This time, she wasn't hiding behind alcohol. The kiss carried more control, yet the instant their lips touched, a sudden jolt ran through both of them. It threw their breathing and heartbeats into disarray.
A soft breeze slipped in, bringing the faint trace of her floral scent with it.
That alone was enough to set something off in Andrew. The heat he had been holding back surged again, and the tension building in his body became difficult to ignore.
When a few seconds passed and he still hadn't shoved her away or said a word in protest, Corinne took that as her cue.
She pulled away, even though part of her didn't want to stop.
She parted her lips, ready to tease him, but the look in his eyes stopped her cold. Something dark lingered there, unreadable and heavy, and it unsettled her in a way she couldn't explain.
From the front seat, the driver noticed the shift and quietly raised the partition, cutting them off from view.
Left alone with Andrew in that enclosed space, Corinne felt her pulse race out of control, and her palms grew damp with sweat.
Not a single word came from Andrew. He kept his eyes on her, silent, while his throat shifted once. Each breath he took came heavier than before, uneven and controlled with effort.
Trying to steady herself, Corinne forced a smile and pulled her shoulders back, though the motion lacked ease.
"You're seriously too good-looking," she said. "I didn't even think twice before doing."
A small pause slipped in before she spoke again, her tone turning lighter in an attempt to ease the tension. "I didn't get the chance to ask earlier. Are you single? Do you want a wife?"
Seeing no response, she pushed forward anyway, sticking to the words she had already planned. "If you do, then maybe you could consider me," she said, her voice quickening. "I won't claim I'm perfect, but I've got my looks, and I take care of myself. I treat my family well, and I don't play around when I'm with someone. I know how to handle things in public, and I can manage a home without trouble. I can deal with most situations just fine."
After a brief pause, she added with a faint shrug, "If I had to point out anything bad, I guess I'm a bit too driven. I make money well enough, and I tend to put my family first."
Even as the words left her mouth, she knew how they sounded. The whole thing felt awkward, almost laughable, but she refused to back down now.
"Just believe me," she responded, steadying herself as she reached up and adjusted his tie. "You won't regret it if you choose me."
Her fingers grazed the heat along his neck, and as she shifted closer, her body brushed against the part of him he had been trying to ignore.
That small contact set everything off at once.
Whatever control Andrew had been holding onto broke apart in an instant.
Without warning, his hand seized her, and he pulled her in. The kiss that followed came down hard, filled with force and possession, as if he meant to silence her completely.
He didn't hold back. His lips pressed into hers, and the kiss deepened until it left her breathless.
The drug had already stripped away what little restraint he had left. Now that he had found an outlet, he didn't hesitate. He pushed her down against the seat and followed after her.
"I gave you the chance to stop. You chose not to. So whatever happens now, that's on you."
Before she could react, his lips claimed hers again. One of his hands forced both her wrists above her head, holding them in place. The other moved from her waist and slipped beneath the hem of her skirt, his touch slow and deliberate along her thigh.
Corinne's body stiffened at once. She tried to close her legs, but his knee slid between them and held her still without effort.
"Wait... hold on..." she muttered, her voice shaking as unease crept into her eyes. "You still haven't—mm—answered what I asked—"
Andrew paused. Lifting himself slightly, he looked down at her, his gaze dark and unreadable.
"Answer you?" he asked, his tone low and edged. "This is your answer."
Before she could respond, his hand gripped the front of her blouse and pulled.
The sharp sound of fabric tearing cut through the confined space.
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Right in the middle of the crucial tie-breaker game, our mid-laner deliberately walked into the enemy team and died without casting a single defensive spell.
He was match-fixing for offshore betting sites, throwing away our entire season for a massive payout.
Because of his betrayal, we had to sub in two terrified rookies, and we were absolutely slaughtered. The stadium crowd booed us out of the arena. The internet exploded with pure vitriol, trending hashtags calling me a washed-up fraud who hid on the bench to save my own stats. The media demanded I retire immediately. My physical therapist gave me a grim ultimatum: my shredded nerves only allow me four hours of playtime a day before my right hand completely locks up.
I destroyed my own body for this team, only to be sold out by a coward and crucified by the very fans I bled for. Why should my legacy end in total disgrace because of someone else's greed?
I refuse to step down. I forced the traitor out, ignored management's safe roster choices, and locked my eyes on the most toxic, universally hated streamer on the platform.
"He's a walking PR nightmare," my coach warned.
I don't care. He is an arrogant, unhinged killer in the game, and I am going to make him mine.
7.2
Elara Vex had everything-a flawless ice core, the title of prodigy, and a place at the pinnacle of the High Tower. But in one brutal night, it was all ripped away. Her mentor tore the core from her chest. Her fiancé drove a sword through her back. Her own sister smiled as she bled out on the cold marble floor.
When Elara wakes, she's years in the past, mere hours before her core is scheduled to be stolen. This time, she won't be anyone's sacrificial lamb. She shatters her own core with forbidden blood magic and forges something far more terrifying in its place-a bottomless, ravenous Chaos Core that devours magic itself.
Now, branded a worthless cripple and cast into the deadly Abyss, Elara is pulled from the darkness by the outcasts of Elysium Academy-a school for heretics, psychopaths, and everything the Tower despises. Under the tutelage of a reclusive principal who knew her murdered mother, Elara will master her forbidden power and uncover the Tower's darkest secrets.
When the Five Academies Ranking Tournament arrives, Seraphina Vex stands in the arena, draped in white saintess robes, ready to claim ultimate glory. She doesn't know that a ghost from her past has clawed her way back from hell. She doesn't know that Elara is coming-and this time, the prodigal sister isn't asking for mercy. She's bringing chaos.
9.7
Agent Alivia Sanford opened her eyes to the suffocating stench of wild animal musk and raw sex.
She hadn't just transmigrated into a savage beastman world; she had woken up in the body of a 300-pound, diseased, and universally despised woman. Worse, the original owner had just drugged the tribe's strongest warrior, trying to force a mating.
Now, the warrior pinned her to the cave floor with murderous fury.
"You think you can trap me, you disgusting pig?" he snarled, ready to rip her throat out.
After kneeing him and escaping, a "Super Charm AI" bound to her mind demanded she conquer her five designated mates to survive. But these men treated her like a walking plague. They mocked her bloated face, threw bloody raw meat into the mud for her to eat, and publicly announced they would starve her to death. Even her own family looked at her with utter disgust.
In her past life, she was a legendary survivor who could have crushed these arrogant men with her bare hands. Now, she was trapped in a weak shell, threatened with soul erasure by a system if she didn't grovel for their affection. Why should she beg for love from beasts who wanted her dead?
Looking at the five "-100" hostility scores on her system panel, Alivia coldly drew a mental cross over each of their faces. Enduring agonizing pain, she forced her bio-manipulation ability to violently purge the toxins from her fat body. She wasn't going to play their twisted game; she was going to find her own resources and make them pay.
9.0
Carli followed an anonymous text to a dark garage, only to find her fiancé of seven years tangled with another woman in his Porsche.
She smashed his window, threw her engagement ring at his face, and walked away.
But the betrayal didn't stop there. Her own family sided with the cheater. Her father slapped her across the face so hard she bled, demanding she hand over her late aunt's trust fund.
"If you don't do exactly as you're told tonight, I will freeze every credit card in your name," her father roared.
Forced to attend the exclusive Gutierrez family gala, Carli watched her ex-fiancé parade his cheap mistress to humiliate her, while her stepsister tried to publicly ruin her.
Suddenly, a violent screech echoed as the massive crystal chandelier above them snapped from the ceiling.
In a split second of pure instinct, Vaughn shoved his mistress to safety and threw himself to the ground, completely abandoning Carli to be crushed.
Staring up at the plummeting glass, Carli felt the crushing reality that her entire life had been surrounded by monsters.
But the fatal impact never came.
A massive force yanked her into a hard chest, shielding her body entirely from the explosive shrapnel.
Carli opened her eyes to find Fletcher Gutierrez—the ruthless billionaire king of Wall Street and the masked stranger from her reckless one-night stand—bleeding heavily over her.
Feeling his warm blood on her hands, Carli knew the game had just changed.
9.4
My Alpha mate abandoned me three years ago, leaving me as a disgraced Omega to raise our two children in a freezing, ruined hovel.
To keep them from starving, I was forced into a humiliating deal with a rogue wolf named Jax, who stole our pack rations and demanded my young son as payment.
The entire pack shunned me, my mother-in-law treated me like dirt, and my children lived in constant fear.
When I finally awakened my ancient Luna bloodline to fight off Jax and feed my kids, Ryker suddenly returned.
But he didn't come to save us. He blasted our door off its hinges, his eyes burning with a murderous rage.
He ignored our starving reality and accused me of selling our bloodline to the rogue.
"Where is the rogue? Who did you trade my bloodline to?!"
I had endured beatings, starvation, and utter humiliation just to keep his children breathing.
I had bled to protect our family. Yet, the moment he returned, he believed the lies of our tormentor and looked at me with the intent to kill.
Why was I the villain in the story of my own survival?
As his powerful inner wolf suddenly whined in submission for the magical food I had cooked, his Alpha command faltered into deep confusion.
He ordered me not to leave his sight until I explained everything.
But looking at the mate who had abandoned us, my mind was crystal clear.
The real question wasn't whether I would leave, but whether he was still worthy of letting me stay.
8.2
For five years, I poured my soul into ruling the Black Moon Pack alongside my fated mate, Alpha Ryker.
But at our most sacred gathering, he publicly pulled his rogue ex-girlfriend, Faye, into his arms.
"Faye is under my protection," he declared to the entire pack, using his crushing Alpha Command to force me, his Luna, to my knees.
He didn't care that I had taken a silver blade for him, or that Faye was a traitor whose past defection had permanently crippled three of our warriors.
He stripped me of my dignity, ordered me to accept his new partner, and left me alone in our marital suite.
That night, my Mating Mark erupted into a searing, white-hot agony that made me vomit blood and pass out.
I thought I was simply dying of a broken heart, until I remembered the forbidden lore of the "Fidelity Curse."
The curse ensured that if one mate was unfaithful, every moment of their physical pleasure would be transmitted through the bond as pure, agonizing torture to the betrayed mate.
I wasn't just heartbroken. My body was being forced to physiologically experience my husband's affair.
The final, near-fatal wave of pain at dawn wasn't random—it was the exact moment they conceived a child.
When Ryker walked in the next morning, smelling of her perfume, and proudly announced Faye was pregnant, he expected me to finally break and submit.
Instead, I looked at the father of another woman's child and gave him a chilling smile.
"I, Selene Thorne of the Winter Pack, have heard your declaration. Now get out of my sight. The war has begun."