
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 6
As the voice behind them came closer and footsteps followed with it, panic rose fast inside her chest. For more than twenty years, she had lived with a clean conscience. Now, for the first time, she knew what it felt like to panic because she was hiding something.
Her thoughts spun wildly. She was just about to pull away from Andrew and run when he moved before she could.
In one swift motion, he caught her slender wrist and pulled her tightly into his arms.
Then he turned and placed himself between her and the man behind them. His broad shoulders hid her completely from view, and in that instant, he gave her the perfect chance to slip away.
Corinne caught on at once. She gave him a light push to break the kiss, then touched her earlobe and quickly put on a flustered expression. "My earring. I think it fell off. It must've dropped in the car..."
Before Andrew could respond, she slipped into the car as fast as she could. His throat shifted once. His lips flattened into a hard line, and the look he threw after her carried clear frustration. He was far from pleased that she had stopped things there.
After taking a slow breath, he adjusted the collar she had left rumpled, then finally turned around and forced down the irritation still running through him.
The first thing he saw was the man standing behind him with bruises still on his face.
"Mr. Olson?" The excitement in Jonny's face showed the second he recognized him.
He quickly walked over with a flattering smile and held out his hand. "I never thought I'd run into you here, Mr. Olson. I've heard so much about you. It's an honor to finally meet you."
Andrew didn't so much as glance at the offered hand. Instead, he slid one hand into his pocket, and his face turned cold enough to freeze the air around them. He said nothing. He only looked Jonny over from head to toe with plain contempt, his brow tightening a little, as though even laying eyes on him was unpleasant.
Jonny's hand remained hanging there in midair.
He held on for two more seconds, still refusing to give up. But once it became humiliatingly obvious that Andrew had no intention of taking his hand, he could only withdraw it and wipe his palm against his trousers.
This was too rare an opportunity to waste. No matter what happened, he needed Andrew to remember him somehow.
With that in mind, Jonny made another attempt.
"Mr. Olson, my name is Jonny Palmer. I'm the deputy general manager of Horizon Technologies. Our company worked with Zenith International on a project not too long ago. Do you not remember me?"
He had assumed that mentioning their business connection would at least earn him a few moments of Andrew's attention.
Instead, the answer he got was cold enough to wipe the smile right off his face.
"Zenith deals with hundreds of partners every single year. What makes you think I'd remember someone like you?"
Jonny's smile locked in place.
Hidden behind the driver's seat, Corinne stole a glance outside as she tried to make sense of the situation.
She couldn't catch anything they were saying, but Jonny's body language already gave it away. That flattering smile and that anxious need to win favor were enough to put her in a wonderful mood.
So this was the man who used to carry himself with such arrogance and pride. Now he stood in front of Andrew like he was nothing.
A laugh nearly slipped out of Corinne. It pleased her even more when she imagined the day Jonny would have to accept that his former fiancée had become his uncle's wife.
While she was enjoying the thought to herself, the car door swung open without warning.
At the sudden movement, Corinne shot upright, and her startled eyes met Andrew's.
"Is this how people usually look for an earring, all folded up like that?"
What showed on his face was something she couldn't quite make out. It felt strange, though one thing was clear. He wasn't angry.
"I..."
After watching his expression and listening to the way he spoke, Corinne came to a daring conclusion. Whatever he had said to Jonny, it probably had nothing to do with her.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be standing there this composed.
A wave of relief passed through her, and she quietly let out the breath she had been holding. Then she looked at him and gave a relaxed smile.
"My foot's numb," she said. "I'm waiting for it to feel normal again."
While saying that, she lifted a hand toward him, clearly asking him to help her out.
Andrew obviously knew what she meant. He started to reach for her, but then he stopped and pulled his hand back.
"I understand," he said. "Then you can stay there a while longer."
The door closed with a sharp slam.
Shock washed over Corinne as she stared at it.
"What? Hey, you..."
She almost called after him, but then she remembered he still had a meeting, and the words never made it out.
He had already been delayed because of her once. If he really showed up late and it interfered with his work, he'd probably think she was nothing but trouble.
Since this was the first day of their marriage, she had to hold herself back at least a little.
They had plenty of time in front of them. There was no need to push everything forward today.
Using the seat for support, she got up by herself, and her good mood made her hum softly under her breath.
Nothing needed to happen so fast. As far as she was concerned, Andrew's cold attitude would change sooner or later.
Because she was afraid Jonny and Andrew might still be nearby, she remained by the window for a long while and kept sneaking glances outside until she felt sure enough to step out.
Back when the car came in, she hadn't really looked around.
Not until she walked out of the garage did she finally notice the name on the building.
Glory Group?
At once, a thought struck her, and she quickly pulled out her phone to check the old messages in her work group.
"Oh my God... this can't be real."
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8.8
I am the best esports jungler in the league, but I've been hiding a severe wrist injury just to keep my team alive in the semifinals.
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."