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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Dolph's hand froze midway through grabbing a smaller towel to dry his hair.

His sharp, predatory eyes dragged down the length of Jaelynn's tight white tennis dress, his dark eyebrows pulling together in a dangerous frown.

Jaelynn didn't look away. She forced her racing heart to steady. She tilted her head, letting a perfectly calculated, seductive smile curve her lips, and took a step forward.

Dolph tossed the towel onto the marble counter.

"How much did you pay my security to get in here?" he demanded, his voice cold and hard, echoing off the tile walls.

Jaelynn let out a soft, breathy laugh. She put her hands behind her back, adopting a playful, careless posture.

"When someone wants to see Mr. Valentine, they always find a way," she said, her tone light and teasing.

She took another step, closing the distance until she was less than two feet away from him. The clean, sharp scent of his body wash wrapped completely around her.

Dolph looked down at her. A cruel, mocking light entered his eyes.

"You are like a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of my shoe," he sneered, his words designed to humiliate.

A sharp pain twisted in Jaelynn's chest, but she didn't let her smile drop. Instead, she raised her hand.

Her fingertips lightly traced the hard muscle of his wet chest.

"Since the wildcat last night was so tasteless and boring," she whispered, lowering her voice into a husky purr, "I thought you might want to try a different flavor today."

Dolph's eyes instantly darkened to pitch black.

His hand shot out like lightning. He grabbed her wrist, his fingers digging into her skin so hard she thought the bone might snap.

He shoved her backward. Her spine slammed against the hard wooden door of the lockers.

His massive body pressed into hers, trapping her completely. His chest heaved, his hot breath mixing with hers.

Jaelynn didn't fight him. She lifted her free arm and wrapped it around the back of his neck, pulling her soft body flush against his hard, wet torso.

Dolph's Adam's apple bobbed.

"Playing with fire comes with a price," he warned, his voice dropping to a rough, gravelly whisper. "I won't go easy on you just because you used to sleep with my nephew."

Jaelynn stared straight into his dark eyes.

"The only thing I'm not afraid of right now is the price," she said, enunciating every word. "As long as you give me the protection I want."

That sentence lit the fuse.

Dolph lowered his head and crushed his mouth against hers.

It was a brutal, punishing kiss. It was rougher than the night before. Jaelynn closed her eyes, opening her mouth and kissing him back with a desperate, fiery intensity.

Dolph's large hand grabbed the tie at the waist of her tennis dress, yanking it loose. His rough fingertips slid over the bare skin of her waist, sending violent shivers down her spine.

Just as the heat in the room reached a boiling point, loud voices erupted in the hallway outside.

Someone started pounding on the locker room door.

"Uncle Dolph!" Gordon's voice boomed through the heavy wood. "Open up! I have an emergency regarding the family business!"

Jaelynn's body went completely rigid.

The heat in her veins turned instantly to ice. Pure, suffocating terror gripped her throat. She stared up at Dolph, her eyes wide with panic.

Dolph stopped moving, but he didn't step back. A flash of intense annoyance crossed his face. He lifted his thumb and slowly wiped the moisture from her swollen bottom lip.

Gordon rattled the doorknob violently. Finding it locked, his voice pitched higher. "Is someone in there with you?" he yelled at the bodyguard.

Jaelynn shoved her hands against Dolph's chest, trying to scramble away to find a place to hide.

Dolph's arm clamped around her waist like an iron band, holding her firmly in place.

"Piss off, Gordon," Dolph yelled back, his voice completely calm and steady.

"I can't! We need to talk right now!" Gordon yelled stubbornly, refusing to leave.

Hearing Gordon threaten to break the door down, Dolph let out a dark chuckle. He finally let go of Jaelynn.

He didn't panic. He walked over to the bench and calmly pulled on a pair of dark, tailored suit trousers.

He didn't bother zipping up the fly. He didn't put on a shirt.

Bare-chested, with his pants unzipped, Dolph took long strides toward the door.

Jaelynn slapped her hands over her mouth. She scrambled across the floor on her hands and knees, diving behind a row of tall wooden lockers, hiding in the L-shaped blind spot. She was shaking like a leaf in a hurricane.

Dolph grabbed the handle and yanked the door open.

Gordon and Benji were standing right outside. They both took a step back, intimidated by the dark fury on Dolph's face.

Gordon opened his mouth to speak, but his eyes immediately dropped to Dolph's unzipped trousers. Then, his gaze flicked up to the faint, red scratch marks on Dolph's bare chest.

The air in the hallway died.

Gordon's face went through a rapid, ugly transformation. Shock, embarrassment, and a sick, twisted jealousy warped his features.

Dolph leaned casually against the doorframe. He looked down at his nephew with absolute, crushing arrogance.

"Do you have a fetish for your uncle's private sex life, Gordon?" Dolph asked, his voice dripping with venom.

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The first clue my life was a lie was a moan from the guest room. My husband of seven years wasn't in our bed. He was with my intern. I discovered my husband, Brendan, was having a four-year affair with Kiya-the talented girl I was mentoring and personally paying tuition for. The next morning, she sat at our breakfast table in his shirt while he made us pancakes. He lied to my face, promising he'd never love another, just before I learned she was pregnant with his child-a child he'd always refused to have with me. The two people I trusted most in the world had conspired to destroy me. The pain wasn't something I could live with; it was an annihilation of my entire world. So I made a call to a neuroscientist about his experimental, irreversible procedure. I didn't want revenge. I wanted to erase every memory of my husband and become his first test subject.

Action Modern Romance

8.1

Fake It Till You Ace It

8.1

Iverson played the role of a rebellious, useless loser to survive in his mother's new wealthy family. He deliberately tanked his grades and hid his genius so his perfect stepbrother wouldn't feel threatened. But when a violent gang extorted Brenda, the only woman who actually acted like a real mother to him, Iverson dropped the act. He brutally dismantled four armed thugs with a broken aluminum pole to save her life. At the police station, he faked being a terrified victim to avoid jail. But when his biological mother arrived, she didn't even ask if he was hurt. Instead, she glared at him with pure disgust. "How much more humiliation are you going to put me through?" She threw a tutoring folder at his chest, praising his stepbrother's Ivy League prospects while threatening to cut off Iverson's trust fund for fighting over slum trash. Iverson clenched his fists in silence. He had deliberately played the idiot and ruined his own reputation just to keep her safe in that toxic mansion. Yet, she looked at him like he was absolute garbage. She truly believed he was just a brainless thug holding her back. Back in his room, Iverson locked the heavy oak door and booted up his highly encrypted laptop. The screen loaded into the world's most elite underground academic network. "Welcome back, Rank 1." He stared at the glowing screen with a cold, dangerous smile. He was done playing the fool.

Action Billionaire Modern

7.8

From Beloved To Battered: Her Reckoning

7.8

My husband, Chase, was having an affair. But when I confronted him, he didn't just admit it-he told me he was tired of my ambition and that his new lover, a diner waitress, was everything I wasn't: simple and undemanding. Then he pushed me down the stairs. The fall cost me our unborn child. As I lay broken in the hospital, his mistress, Joy, visited. Under the guise of care, she forced a foul soup down my throat, whispering it was the "blood and flesh" of my dead baby. When I fought back, Chase walked in, saw Joy on the floor, and ordered his bodyguards to beat me for hurting her. One hundred slaps. Each one chipping away at the nine years of love I had for him. He had promised to be my anchor, but he had become the storm that wrecked me. Why did the man who once cherished my brilliance now despise it? Why did he protect the monster who tormented me while destroying me and our child? Lying on the cold hospital floor, bruised and bleeding, I finally understood. The love was dead. And with it, the woman who had ever loved him. I picked up my phone and made a call. It was time to burn it all down.

Action Modern Romance

9.7

He Broke Me, Another Man Fixed Me

9.7

My husband, the ruthless Don of the Parks family, made his choice. When his mistress burst in screaming that her son was sick, Jackson didn't hesitate. He left me—his wife who had just been poisoned—pinned against the wall to die, rushing to comfort a child who wasn't even his blood. That night, "Elena Parks" died in a fiery car crash. I spent years rebuilding myself in France, hidden by Hamilton Nixon, a man who loved me in the shadows. I finally found peace. I finally felt free. But Jackson found out the truth. He discovered the boy was another man's son and that his mistress had been drugging him. Instead of letting me go, his grief turned into a terrifying obsession. He hunted me down, kidnapped me, and dragged me back to the estate that had been my prison. I woke up tied to our marriage bed with silk ribbons. "I'm building a garden," he whispered maniacally, stroking my hair as I struggled against the bonds. "Just like you wanted. We're going to be happy." He thought kidnapping was a grand romantic gesture. He thought he could erase the abuse with a fresh coat of paint and forced proximity. But he underestimated me. And he underestimated Hamilton. After a violent rescue, I rose from the ashes not as his wife, but as a titan of industry. Six months later, Jackson stormed the stage at my global summit. He knelt before me on live television, holding a ten-carat pink diamond, thinking he could buy my forgiveness. "I'm ready to take you back," he announced to the world. I looked at the man who had destroyed me, then at Hamilton, the man who had saved me. I grabbed Hamilton's lapels and kissed him in front of millions. "There is no 'us', Jackson," I told him into the microphone, watching his world shatter. "You are just haunting a graveyard."

Action Modern Romance

7.1

Her Rebirth For Revenge

7.1

They said she killed the prince, but what if they were wrong? Selene was the pack's beloved queen until everything changed. Someone put poison in the prince's drink and he died. Everyone blamed Selene. Her own husband, the king, said she had to die. But Selene didn't do it. The night before her death, a magic lady saved her. She gave Selene special powers that let her know when people tell lies. Now Selene looks different and has a new name. She comes back to her old home as a stranger. No one knows who she really is. She can hear the truth now, and the truth is scary. The real killer is still there, hurting more people. He has big plans to destroy everyone she once loved. Her old husband still thinks about her every day. His heart is broken because he thinks he killed his wife. But the new Selene is not the same person anymore. She is stronger and has magic powers. She wants to catch the real bad guy and save her people. But doing the right thing might mean losing everything again. Will she tell everyone who she really is, or will she keep her secret forever?

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Seducing My Ex's Ruthless Billionaire Uncle

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