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 9
The Aston Martin tore down the Long Island Expressway, the engine roaring as Dolph pushed the car well past the speed limit.
The atmosphere inside the leather-lined cabin was suffocating. The air pressure felt heavy enough to crush bone.
Dolph grips the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were completely white. His jaw was clenched tight. He was using the extreme speed to burn off the terrifying realization that he had lost control and kissed her back.
Jaelynn cradled her throbbing right wrist with her left hand. The silence was unbearable.
"Where are we going?" she asked, her voice quiet.
Dolph didn't turn his head. A cruel, vicious smirk twisted his lips.
"Do you really think one kiss is going to buy you the protection of the Valentine family?" he mocked, his voice dripping with venom.
He didn't stop there. He took a knife to her deepest insecurities. "You chased Gordon around like a pathetic lapdog for years. Everyone on the Upper East Side knows you're just the bankrupt, broken toy Gordon threw away."
The words hit Jaelynn directly in the chest.
All the blood drained from her face. Her lips trembled. The insult was so precise, so cruel, it felt like he had physically gutted her.
She bit down on the inside of her cheek until she tasted copper, forcing the tears back down her throat.
"I don't care about feelings anymore," Jaelynn fired back, her voice turning to ice. "I only care about money and power."
That sentence seemed to trigger something violent in Dolph.
He slammed his foot on the brake pedal.
The Aston Martin's tires shrieked against the asphalt, leaving thick black marks as the car violently jerked to a halt on the shoulder of the highway.
Dolph unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned across the console. He grabbed her chin, his fingers digging into her jaw.
His eyes were pitch black, filled with a terrifying rage. "If you're selling yourself, don't act like you have any pride left," he snarled.
"You are nothing but a toy to me," Dolph said, his words designed to destroy her. "Something to use to piss Gordon off. When I'm bored of you, I'll throw you in the trash where you belong."
Jaelynn stared straight into his furious eyes. She forced her mouth into a broken, ugly smile.
"As long as the price is right, I'll gladly be your trash," she whispered.
Dolph let go of her face like she burned him. He looked disgusted.
He threw the car back into drive. He didn't speak another word for the rest of the trip. He drove straight into Manhattan and slammed on the brakes outside a random, dirty subway station.
He didn't look at her as she unbuckled her seatbelt and got out.
The moment she closed the door, the Aston Martin sped off, disappearing into the city traffic.
Jaelynn stood alone on the dirty sidewalk. Her legs gave out. She crouched down next to a trash can, buried her face in her good hand, and sobbed silently, her shoulders shaking with the weight of her humiliation.
When the tears stopped, she wiped her face. Her eyes were hard and empty. She knew this was the price of the transaction.
She walked down into the subway and took the train straight to Brooklyn.
She knocked on Adrianne's door. When Adrianne opened it and saw Jaelynn's swollen wrist and exhausted face, she started crying.
Adrianne rushed to the freezer, grabbed a bag of frozen peas, and wrapped it around Jaelynn's wrist.
Sitting on the lumpy, cheap sofa, Jaelynn calmly told Adrianne everything. The kiss, the rejection, the cruel words.
"He's a monster, Jae. You have to stay away from him. We'll find another way. You can get a job," Adrianne pleaded, wiping her eyes.
Jaelynn shook her head. She pulled out her phone and opened the photo of the ICU bill Artie had sent her. "I don't have time to work for a paycheck, Adri."
Jaelynn opened her banking app. She took the last few hundred dollars she had hidden away and transferred it to a cheap moving company. She hired them to go to the Upper East Side penthouse and pack up her room.
"I'm never going back to that house," Jaelynn stated. "I'm done being Artie's victim."
Miles away, in a luxury high-rise in Manhattan, Dolph sat in a dark room.
He stared out the floor-to-ceiling windows, a glass of amber whiskey in his hand. The floor around his chair was littered with cigarette butts.
Boone pushed the door open. He looked at the mess and frowned. "Are you out of your mind, Dolph? Actually messing with Gordon's ex?"
Dolph downed the whiskey in one swallow. The alcohol burned his throat. "I'm just teaching a gold-digger a lesson," he said coldly.
Boone raised an eyebrow. "You almost broke Gordon's arm on the court today. That didn't look like you were just 'teaching her a lesson'."
Dolph slammed the heavy crystal glass down on the table. The sharp crack echoed in the room. "Mind your own business, Boone."
Back in Brooklyn, the movers dumped three cheap cardboard boxes in the middle of Adrianne's living room.
Jaelynn used her left hand to rip the tape open. Inside were a few old books and framed photos of her mother from when she was younger.
Jaelynn picked up the photos. Without a second thought, she threw them directly into the trash can. She was cutting all ties. She was ready for war tomorrow.
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9.2
Clara was drowning in student debt and barely making rent when she downloaded a fantasy mobile game to escape reality.
Inside the game, an exiled prince named Alex was freezing to death. Pitying him, she spent her last few dollars on microtransactions to fix his shelter and cure his poison.
But the game was far too real.
Every time she paid, the prince reacted. When she complained aloud about going broke, the in-game army suddenly halted, as if the prince had heard her voice.
Then, the terrifying real-world consequences hit.
Clara woke up to find her water glass and a box of Kleenex had vanished from her locked bedroom overnight.
She frantically searched the tiny apartment, her heart pounding in her chest.
She thought she was losing her mind. Had she thrown them out in her sleep? Was there a stalker hiding in her home?
How could physical objects just disappear into thin air behind a deadbolted door?
Until she looked at her nightstand.
Sitting exactly where her missing items used to be was a glowing, weightless crystal cup that defied all logic.
And on her laptop screen, the exiled prince was carefully holding her Kleenex box, offering a mountain of real gold on an altar.
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7.5
I was Nyx, a top-tier covert operative. But when I opened my eyes, I was trapped in the unfamiliar, overweight body of a bullied girl named Eliza.
Before I could even process the body swap, the bedroom door splintered open. I was in bed with Julian Malone, a wealthy military heir, both of us heavily drugged. Cameras flashed wildly. It was a vicious setup to ruin his career, and I was the bait.
To save his family's reputation, Julian was forced to marry me. But the moment the wedding was over, he abandoned me. His elite family treated me like a disease. His mother froze my only bank account, trying to starve me into submission.
I even intercepted a private conversation between his parents.
"Once she's in a private facility, she loses all legal standing. We can sign anything we want on her behalf."
They planned to lock me up in a mental asylum and erase my existence entirely to get rid of the "trailer park trash."
To them, I was just a weak, pathetic pawn they could crush without a second thought. They thought they had backed a helpless girl into a corner.
They had no idea they had just declared war on a lethal weapon.
I didn't cry or beg. Instead, I bypassed their state-of-the-art security, cracked their safe, and stole the financial secrets that could destroy their entire empire.
"I want five hundred thousand dollars, or these files go to the IRS."
This time, I was playing by my own rules.
9.1
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?"
8.7
I was dying in a cold hospital bed, listening to the monitor count down my final seconds.
As a ghost, I watched my own funeral. My popular friends and wealthy family soon moved on, but one person stayed.
Cas Riley. The invisible outcast from the back of my history class.
He brought a white rose to my grave every single day, withering away until he collapsed on the frozen ground, dying of a broken heart for a girl who barely knew his name.
Opening my eyes again, the hospital smell was gone. I was reborn back in my high school classroom.
I immediately tracked him down, only to witness the brutal hell he was trapped in.
He was humiliated by a cruel foreman for pennies, violently slapped by his uncle over his sick mother's medical money, and forced into bloody street fights.
He was starving, covered in bruises, and completely alone.
When I tried to buy him medicine and step into his life to protect him, he violently pushed me away in the pouring rain.
"Stay out of my life! To protect you, I have to fight, and when I fight, I lose everything!"
He wasn't rejecting me out of hate. He was terrified that his dark, violent reality would drag me down with him.
Standing soaked in the rain, my resolve hardened like steel.
Gentle kindness wasn't going to save him from this hell.
To protect the boy who died for me, I had to become ruthless enough to tear down his entire rotten world and build him a new one.
7.5
After spending five grueling years securing the Madden Pack's empire, I thought my Alpha mate and I were finally building a perfect family.
But on my birthday, I returned home to find a thick, impenetrable wall of ice in our Mate bond.
Caden had completely shut me out to throw a lavish party for my half-sister, Adalynn.
He let Adalynn pollute our penthouse with her cheap perfume and brainwash my five-year-old daughter, Elara.
"Auntie Adalynn is a million times better than Mommy!"
Elara chirped happily to a camera, while Caden watched with a doting smile.
He publicly humiliated me, commanded the servants to ignore me, and deliberately fed Elara severe allergens just to spite my maternal rules.
When my pup ended up in the pack hospital gasping for air, Caden confiscated her tablet and roared at her to stop crying for the mother who "abandoned" her.
My heart shattered into a million irreparable pieces.
I couldn't understand how the man destined to protect my soul could twist my love into cruelty and use our helpless cub as a punching bag for his ego.
But the weeping, pathetic Luna died right there.
I calmly signed the divorce papers, surrendered all my assets, and walked out into the cold night.
Opening my encrypted laptop, I reclaimed my hidden identity as the global elite hacker "Ghost" and initiated a lethal protocol.
It was time to burn his entire world to the ground.