Seducing My Ex's Ruthless Billionaire Uncle
My family's company went bankrupt, and my biological father was lying in the ICU, kept alive by machines that cost tens of thousands a day.
I thought it was just a tragic business failure, until I caught my mother in bed with my stepfather.
They had secretly transferred all our assets months ago, deliberately bankrupting the company and leaving my father to die.
To pay the hospital bills, my stepfather forced me to a private club, trying to sell me to a sleazy investor.
When I refused, he slapped me across the face, and my mother just looked at me with cold, dead eyes.
"Be realistic, Jaelynn. A woman's body is a tool. Use it to get what you need."
Later, right before my father's emergency surgery, my stepfather signed a Do Not Resuscitate order and froze the medical accounts.
"If you don't get on your knees and spread your legs for him, I will tell the hospital to pull your father's plug."
Standing in the freezing rain, covered in mud and blood, I stared at the astronomical hospital bill in my hand.
My own family had plotted to murder my father and sell me to the highest bidder. The betrayal shattered every ounce of sanity I had left.
I didn't cry or beg them anymore.
Instead, I pulled out a water-stained, gold-embossed business card.
It belonged to Dolph Valentine, the most ruthless billionaire in New York and my ex-fiancé's uncle.
If they wanted to destroy my life, I was going to sell my soul to the biggest monster of them all and drag them straight to hell.
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Chapter 2
The brass knob turned with a heavy, metallic click.
Dolph pulled the heavy wooden door open, but only a few inches. His massive frame completely blocked the gap, cutting off any view into the dark locker room.
He looked down, his eyes cold and flat, staring at Gordon, who was panting and red-faced in the hallway.
Gordon's angry expression vanished the second he saw who opened the door. He took in Dolph's messy hair, the unbuttoned collar of his shirt, and the dark stain on his jacket.
Gordon's shoulders dropped. "Uncle Dolph," he stammered, taking a step back.
Inside the room, Jaelynn held her breath. Her lungs burned. She pressed her spine so hard against the wall she felt the plaster digging through her skin. Her hands gripped the torn edges of her red silk dress, her knuckles white.
Her heart was beating so fast she thought it might crack her ribs.
"Are you incapable of keeping your voice down in a private club, Gordon?" Dolph's voice was low, but it carried a lethal authority. "You are embarrassing the Valentine family."
Gordon swallowed hard. "I'm sorry. I was just... I'm looking for a woman. She doesn't know her place."
Gordon's eyes darted nervously, trying to peek through the narrow crack between Dolph's arm and the doorframe.
Dolph shifted his weight, turning his body slightly to block Gordon completely.
As he moved, he reached his hand behind his back, finding the bare skin of Jaelynn's waist. He pinched the soft flesh there, hard.
A violent shiver ripped through Jaelynn's body.
As he pinched her, a gasp clawed at her throat. Desperate to stay silent, she twisted and bit down hard on the hand that was holding her waist, her teeth sinking into his skin. Her eyes watered from the sheer effort of staying silent.
"Get out of my sight, Gordon," Dolph ordered, his tone devoid of any warmth. "Do not interrupt my private time again."
Before Gordon could say another word, Dolph slammed the door shut in his face.
The lock clicked into place.
Out in the hallway, Gordon's frantic footsteps quickly faded away.
Jaelynn's knees gave out. She slid down the wall, her body hitting the carpeted floor as all the strength drained from her muscles.
Dolph turned around. He looked down at her sitting on the floor. The heat from the kiss was completely gone from his eyes. There was only cold, calculating judgment left.
Jaelynn forced herself to swallow her pride. She pushed herself up from the floor, her legs shaking.
She pulled the torn fabric of her dress across her chest, trying to cover her exposed skin. She forced a stiff, unnatural smile onto her face.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice hoarse.
Dolph reached into the pocket of his trousers. He pulled out a silver money clip, extracted a few crisp hundred-dollar bills, and tossed them onto the wooden bench next to her. As he pulled his hand from his pocket, a thick, gold-embossed business card slipped out and fluttered to the floor unnoticed by him.
"Don't have any unrealistic fantasies," Dolph said coldly. He didn't look at her again as he pushed the door open and walked out.
Jaelynn stared at the empty room. A massive wave of humiliation crashed over her, making her chest ache.
But she walked over to the bench. Her trembling fingers picked up the fallen card. She gripped it so tightly the sharp edges dug into her palm.
She walked over to the mirror above the sinks. She spent five minutes fixing her messy hair. She found a safety pin in her Chanel bag and pinned the torn zipper of her dress together.
She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and pushed the door open, stepping back into the hallway.
The moment she turned the corner, Artie stepped out of the shadows, blocking her path. His face was dark with rage.
"Where the hell have you been?" Artie hissed, grabbing her arm. "The investors are getting impatient."
"I was in the bathroom. I threw up," Jaelynn lied, her voice flat. She yanked her arm out of his grip.
Artie didn't care. He grabbed her wrist again, dragging her down the hallway toward a different VIP suite.
As they walked past the semi-open booths of the cigar lounge, Jaelynn's feet suddenly stopped moving.
She heard a low, distinct laugh. It was Dolph.
She turned her head. Through the gaps in the carved glass partition, she saw Dolph sitting on a dark leather sofa. He was surrounded by a group of Wall Street heirs, including Benji Mclean, Gordon's best friend. They were all smoking thick cigars.
Benji leaned forward, his eyes catching something on Dolph's hand.
Benji whistled loudly. "Damn, Dolph. Look at that bite mark on your hand. Looks like you had a wild time in the back rooms tonight."
Jaelynn's entire body went stiff. Her fingernails dug into her palms. She knew exactly where that bite mark came from. She had bitten his hand in the locker room when he pinched her.
Dolph exhaled a thick cloud of gray smoke. He glanced down at the red teeth marks on his skin.
His face was completely bored. "Just got bit by a blind wildcat," he said, his tone dripping with casual disrespect.
The entire booth erupted into loud, obnoxious laughter.
Benji grinned. "How was the wildcat?"
Dolph took another drag of his cigar. "Tasteless. Boring."
Those two words hit Jaelynn like a physical slap to the face. The tiny bit of confidence she had built up about using him shattered into a million pieces.
Artie shoved her hard from behind. "Move!" he barked.
Jaelynn stumbled forward, her vision blurring. She pulled her eyes away from the glass and let Artie drag her away.
Artie shoved her through the doors of the VIP suite. The room was thick with cigar smoke and the smell of old men.
The investors looked up, their eyes crawling over her pinned dress like she was a piece of meat on display. The air in the room felt suffocating.
She was forced to sit on the edge of the leather sofa. She picked up a glass of water mechanically.
Dolph's voice echoed in her head. Tasteless. Boring.
Ortega, the balding investor, slid closer to her. He reached out his sweaty hand and placed it heavily on her bare thigh.
Jaelynn's body reacted before her brain did.
She grabbed the glass of ice water from the table and threw the freezing liquid directly into Ortega's face.
Ortega screamed, jumping up as the ice hit his eyes. The room descended into chaos.
Artie's face turned purple with fury. He raised his hand and swung.
Smack.
His heavy palm struck Jaelynn's cheek with brutal force. The impact threw her backward, her body crashing into the armrest of the sofa.
A sharp, burning pain exploded across her face. She tasted the warm, metallic flavor of blood pooling in her mouth.
She didn't cry. She slowly pushed herself up.
She turned her head and stared at Artie. Her eyes were dead, filled with a cold, terrifying hatred.
While the men yelled and cursed at her, Jaelynn grabbed her Chanel bag.
She shoved past Artie, ignoring his shouts, and ran out of the suite, never looking back.
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9.1
I stood alone at the marble altar, the silence of the temple pressing against my eardrums.
It was my Mating Ceremony, but the groom was missing.
My phone buzzed with a notification: a livestream of my mate, Alpha Cain, skipping our union to welcome my sister, Eris, home.
In the video, he held her like she was fragile glass, captioning it: "True power recognizes true power."
When I returned to the Pack House, humiliated, I wasn't met with an apology.
I was met with a slap from my mother.
Eris, feigning a powerful "Alpha Aura," claimed my mere scent was poisoning her.
To "save" her, my family locked me in my room.
But the true betrayal came when I overheard their hushed whispers through the door.
"Use Vera," my mother said, her voice chillingly practical.
"She recovers fast. We can drain her blood weekly for Eris. She can stay as a servant to raise Cain and Eris's pups."
My blood ran cold.
They didn't just neglect me; they planned to harvest me like livestock.
They thought I was the weak Omega they exiled to the North years ago to peel potatoes.
They had no idea that in the North, I wasn't a servant.
I was Commander V, a warrior forged in ice and blood.
I reached under my bed and pulled out my black tactical duffel.
"Screw the meatloaf," I whispered.
I wasn't just leaving. I was going to war.
7.4
Four years ago, to protect the man I loved from losing his billionaire empire, I drugged his drink, told him I only used him for his money, and vanished.
Now, at a high-society gala, Callum Wyatt is back. He isn't just a CEO anymore; he's a ruthless predator, and the second his eyes lock onto me, I know I am his prey.
When my wealthy half-sister publicly humiliated me, calling me the cheap bastard child of a homewrecker, Callum stepped out of the shadows. He nearly snapped her wrist in half and declared to New York's elite that anyone who touched me would be dismantled.
In the back of his Maybach, he pinned my arms above my head, his eyes burning with psychotic obsession.
"If you run again, Aubrey, I will burn your entire world to the ground just to keep you."
My heart bled. I had spent four grueling years tearing myself apart to keep him out of my messy, blood-soaked revenge against the family that watched my mother die.
But his terrifying protection only made my biological father's family target me harder, using their massive capital to buy out my movie set and crush my acting career.
They thought I would cower.
But as I walked onto the soundstage, facing the heiress trying to steal my role, I took off my sunglasses. I wasn't running anymore; it was time to make them pay.
7.9
Hannah came home under a false identity, ready to keep her head down and avoid trouble. Then a near-drowning opened her eyes, and the family she had wanted gave her nothing but disappointment.
She severed every tie, shed the disguise, and rose in revenge as a miracle doctor, brilliant hacker, and feared underworld ruler. Shock followed her family at every turn.
Her parents regretted everything. Her eldest brother clung desperately to the bond of their shared blood, while her second brother gave up his entire fortune just to earn her forgiveness. Her third brother offered up his own body for a surgery-all to save her.
But Hannah stayed cold and built her empire alone. Only one deadly rival refused to be ignored.
"I was hired to kill you, mister."
"Then take my heart, too."
7.4
"You can't escape me, Aurora. You are mine!"
The Alpha King's roar echoed through the palace walls.
But Aurora just tightened her grip on the blade hidden beneath her cloak.
She would never-never-give herself to the monster who murdered her father.
Even if the Moon Goddess cursed her to be his mate.
***
Aurora Regalia once had everything-a loving father, a prosperous pack, and a future that glittered with promise. Her father, the king, even chose her a mate: Logan Charming. Powerful. Charismatic. Cursed.
She thought he was her destiny.
Then she watched him tear her father's head from his shoulders.
One night. One betrayal. Her entire family, slaughtered. Her pack, reduced to ashes.
Aurora jumped off a cliff that night-not to die, but to survive. To become something her enemies would never see coming.
An assassin. A ghost. A blade wrapped in silk.
For years, she trained in the shadows, fueled by one single purpose: revenge. Blood for blood. She would make Logan Charming suffer the way she had suffered. She would carve his heart out and feel nothing.
But fate had a cruel sense of humor.
The Moon Goddess looked down at her shattered daughter and laughed.
Because the man who destroyed her life?
The monster who wore her father's blood on his hands?
He was her fated mate.
Now Aurora stands at a crossroads she never asked for. Every instinct screams for vengeance. Every fiber of her being recoils at the bond pulling her toward him.
But Logan? He doesn't care about her hatred. He doesn't care about her blade.
"You can run, little mate," he whispers, crimson eyes gleaming in the dark. "But I will always find you."
And when he does?
He won't just cage her body.
He'll claim her soul.
9.5
He was born from the void between stars - a being of immense power, forged from cosmic origins.
For thousands of years, he walked among humanity, protecting them and keeping his true strength hidden. After losing the only family he had, grief led him to seek his own end... only to wake up in a world entirely unlike his own.
Here, cultivation is the main path to power. Those who master spirit qi gain superhuman strength, speed, and abilities that place them far above ordinary people. Four great sects rule the land, competing for resources, secrets, and dominance over each other.
Icaros joined the Li Sect, where he found companions he came to trust and care for: the capable and easygoing Li Han, the sharp and composed Su Yan, and the spirited Nelly. For a time, he felt he had found a place to belong, even as he kept his true nature hidden and wondered whether he could ever learn to cultivate like those around him.
Everything changed when their voyage was suddenly attacked. A powerful figure floating in the sky cut their ship apart with sharp, devastating energy strikes, leaving only destruction in his wake. Believing his friends had been lost in the disaster, Icaros chose to stop holding back any longer.
> "I am done hiding!"
He unleashed his full power: golden light blazed from his eyes, he flew at incredible speed, and he broke through every barrier and enemy in his way. On the shores ahead, he tore through hordes of powerful jade monsters, destroying them completely before flying deep into the interior of the island.
Meanwhile, survivors washed up scattered and alone. One young cultivator found himself on the shores of Jade Island - a place most cultivators avoid, as it holds no treasures or useful materials, only danger and endless deposits of ordinary jade. Yet despite the risks, ordinary people have built settlements here, finding safety from the conflicts and power struggles of the outside world.
This island works by different rules. Spirit qi is scarce and unstable, making cultivation far less effective than elsewhere. Instead, the people here rely on advanced technology - weapons and explosives that can injure or even defeat those with great physical strength. Here, skill and preparation can be just as powerful as raw strength, and even the strongest cultivators must move with caution.
Now, Icaros has vanished deep into the island. His companions are lost somewhere across this dangerous land. And the mysterious swordsman who destroyed their ship has already arrived here, searching for an ancient map said to lead to the legacy of a being from another world.
Will they find each other again? And can anyone survive in a place where the usual rules of power no longer hold true?
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8.9
The mangled car teetered on the cliff's edge, my leg crushed, gasoline fumes thick in the air. My husband, Holden, stood safe on the highway, directing the rescue – but not for me. He was saving her, the woman in the passenger seat, leaving me and our unborn child to the ocean below.
I woke trapped in the crushed Maybach, leg pinned. The cliff loomed; the driver's seat was empty.
Holden, safe outside, directed paramedics past me to Giana, his "most valuable asset," ordering her rescue first.
I watched him comfort Giana, oblivious, as the car slid. My baby barely viable. Holden offered a black card for silence; Giana gloated.
Ten years of devotion, a cruel lie. Rage fueled me: how could he abandon his wife and child?
I swore a venomous oath: never again an accessory. I flicked his card away, shielded my pregnancy, and promised my baby escape.