Wrong Room: Sleeping With My Fiancé's Uncle

To revenge herself on her unfaithful fiancé Kevin, Isidora hides her striking beauty behind a plain disguise, and targets his uncle - the most formidable man Kevin fears. After one reckless night, Isidora leaves cash as payment and says lightly, "You were good last night." She tries to leave quietly, but is pulled into his arms. "You think you can walk away after this?" he says, his tone low and possessive. Cedrick is a feared, untouchable titan on Wall Street - elegant, aloof, and completely uninterested in women. Not even the most beautiful socialites in the city can catch his eye. When gossip spreads that he was seen pressing a woman against a wall and kissing her fiercely, no one believes it. When the rumors name Isidora, the crowd scoffs. He rejects even the most beautiful women, so why would he notice a plain girl like her? All doubt disappears when they see the dignified Cedrick drop to one knee to help Isidora with her shoe, pleading softly for just one kiss. When Kevin finally sees Isidora's true beauty and begs for forgiveness. But Cedrick kicks him out at once, slams a marriage certificate on the table, and says sharply. "Call her Aunt."

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Kevin kicked the heavy walnut door. The wood groaned under his expensive leather shoe.

"Useless freak," Kevin muttered loudly outside. His footsteps finally echoed down the hallway as he walked away to answer his ringing phone.

Inside the dark cloakroom, Isidora shoved Cedrick's chest with all her strength.

This time, he let her push him.

Her fingers shook violently as she fumbled to button the collar of her dress that had twisted in his grip.

"Psychopath," Isidora hissed under her breath.

She didn't wait for his reaction. She grabbed the door handle, unlocked it, and practically ran out into the brightly lit corridor.

Cedrick remained standing in the dark. He slowly raised his hand, his thumb rubbing the lingering scent of iris off his skin. His eyes were pitch black, calculating and lethal. He adjusted his cuffs and stepped out of the room.

Isidora power-walked toward the side lounge, trying to calm her racing pulse.

As she turned the corner, she froze.

Chantelle, wearing a scandalous red silk dress, was standing in the middle of the lounge. Two security guards were trying to block her from entering the main ballroom.

A crowd of socialites had already gathered, their eyes wide with gossip.

Kevin pushed through the crowd. He shoved one of the guards hard in the chest and wrapped his arms protectively around Chantelle.

Chantelle buried her face in Kevin's chest. She pointed a manicured finger directly at Isidora, who had just walked in.

"Kevin, she threatened me!" Chantelle sobbed loudly. "She sent me a text saying if I didn't leave you, she would hire someone to throw acid on my face!"

It was a blatant, ridiculous lie. But the crowd gasped. Whispers of "vicious" and "psycho" rippled through the socialites.

Kevin's face twisted into pure rage. He let go of Chantelle and marched straight toward Isidora.

He raised his hand high, fully intending to slap her across the face in front of everyone.

Isidora didn't flinch. She didn't blink. She stared directly into Kevin's eyes with a look so cold and dead that Kevin's hand froze mid-air.

"You disgusting, ugly bitch," Kevin spat, lowering his hand but raising his voice. "You think your cheap threats will make Chantelle leave? Look at yourself! You look like a rotting corpse. If it wasn't for the trust fund, the thought of touching you would make me vomit!"

The socialites laughed out loud. The humiliation was absolute.

Isidora looked past Kevin. Her father, Arsenio, was standing at the back of the crowd. He didn't step forward to defend his daughter. He just looked at her with deep disgust, his eyes filled with absolute fury. He was violently embarrassed that her inability to control the situation was publicly jeopardizing the Wyatt-Garrison merger and threatening millions in corporate assets.

Isidora stood alone under the chandelier. Her spine was perfectly straight. Behind her thick glasses, there were no tears.

She slowly slipped her hand into her clutch purse. Her thumb found the home button of her phone. She unlocked it blindly.

Just as she was about to press the screen, a cold, mocking laugh echoed from the marble pillars.

Cedrick stepped out of the shadows. He had one hand in his pocket. The sheer weight of his presence instantly silenced the laughing crowd.

He walked slowly toward Kevin. His eyes flicked to Chantelle, stripping her down to nothing with a single look.

"Since when do the men of the Garrison family behave like dogs in heat in public?" Cedrick's voice was quiet, but it carried a lethal threat.

Kevin swallowed hard, his face turning pale. "Uncle Cedrick, this woman, she-"

"Shut your mouth," Cedrick cut him off. "You turn a private family engagement into a public circus over a woman you can buy for ten dollars on Hollywood Boulevard?" Cedrick's gaze didn't even flicker toward Isidora. His wrath was entirely focused on his nephew's incompetence. "You are bleeding the Garrison name dry in front of Wall Street."

Chantelle gasped, her face turning bright red. She opened her mouth to scream, but one look at Cedrick's dead eyes made her snap her mouth shut.

Isidora looked at Cedrick in shock. Why was the man who had just assaulted her in a closet stepping in now?

Cedrick caught her looking. He tilted his head slightly. A dark, amused glint flashed in his eyes.

He wasn't helping her. He was enjoying the show. He wanted to see what the "ugly, scheming woman" would do next.

Cedrick turned to Hyman, who had just arrived, sweating profusely.

"End this circus," Cedrick ordered. "I want the official toast to begin in the main ballroom in exactly ten minutes. Do not make me wait."

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On the night of their third wedding anniversary, Ashley was ready to reveal a secret to her husband- She was pregnant. But moments after their passionate intimacy, her Alpha coldly delivered the blow-he wanted a divorce. His fated mate had returned. Stripped of her wolf spirit, abandoned by the pack, and carrying his child, Ashley was cast aside like a disposable Omega. Just as she prepared to leave alone- The boy she had once rejected had now risen as the most formidable Alpha King. The possessive hunger in his gaze sent shivers through her-did she dare face him? Was this vengeance, or something more? But did she even have a choice?

Action Romance Werewolf

8.2

Betrayed By Love: The Genius's Revenge

8.2

For three years, nineteen-year-old Ella Campbell rotted in a freezing psychiatric isolation room. Her billionaire family didn't visit her once, only pulling her out today to force her to publicly apologize to Ashlyn, the perfect sister who had framed her. At Ashlyn's glamorous engagement gala, Ella was treated worse than a stray dog and forced to watch her childhood sweetheart propose to her sister. When Ella showed no jealousy, her brother Ivan dragged her onto a dark balcony and nearly choked her to death. Her mother didn't even check if Ella was breathing, merely ordering a makeup artist to paint thick concealer over the dark purple handprints on Ella's neck so the family's stock price wouldn't drop. Standing under the blinding stage lights in a shapeless gray dress, facing three hundred mocking Wall Street executives, Ella was supposed to be the broken, obedient psycho the Campbells needed. "I am deeply sorry for the pain I caused." She was supposed to end the apology there and bow to her abusers, but Ella didn't shed a single tear. "My only regret is that I didn't insist on waiting for the police to arrive that night. I deeply regret that I didn't demand a full, legal toxicology report to prove to everyone exactly what happened." As the ballroom erupted into suspicious whispers and her paralyzed twin brother finally saw the violent bruises hidden beneath her makeup, Ella's counterattack against the Campbell family officially began.

Action Modern Romance

9.3

Flash Marriage To My Disabled Commander

9.3

Six years ago, my adoptive family framed me for commercial espionage, stripped me of my identity, and threw me out. Now, I finally returned to the Solis estate as a commercial pilot to take back what was mine. But the first thing my adoptive mother did was threaten me with that forged evidence again. She demanded I take my sister Kiana's place in a marriage contract with a disabled man, simply because Kiana refused to marry him. When I refused, Kiana ambushed me at the airport with a mob of reporters. She cried for the cameras, publicly accusing me of causing our father's and brother's deaths. She painted me as a ruthless monster who bankrupted the company and ruined the family. The crowd instantly turned on me, screaming that I was a murderer and a gold-digger. Kiana wanted to completely destroy my reputation so I would have no choice but to submit to her arrangement. I looked at her fake tears, feeling a cold, absolute fury. How dare she use the tragic deaths of the only family members who actually loved me as a prop for her sick show? They had ruined my life once, and now they wanted to bury me alive. I didn't hesitate. I slapped her hard across the face right in front of the flashing cameras. "That was for my father and brother." Then, my real fiancé, a decorated Delta Force commander, rolled through the crowd in his wheelchair. He tossed a classified Pentagon file to the reporters, completely clearing my name and exposing Kiana's lies. I married him to start my revenge, but as I stepped into his heavily secured penthouse that night, I realized my powerful new husband had been preparing for me for a very long time.

Action Modern Romance

9.1

Fury of Betrayal

9.1

She had loved him. Truly. Foolishly. And he had used her. For her blood. For her silence. For her sacrifice. She didn’t cry. Not even when the fire died and the cold crept in. Instead, she whispered to the night: > “I will not die here. I will not be forgotten.” The rogue wolves found her on the third day. There were five of them—scarred, savage, and hungry. They circled her like vultures, sniffing her fear. “You smell like pack,” one growled. “I was,” she replied. “Then you’re meat.” She didn’t run. She didn’t beg. She stood. And something inside her snapped. Not like a bone. Like a chain. Her blood surged. Her eyes burned. Her skin shimmered with heat. The wolves lunged. She screamed. But it wasn’t a scream. It was a howl. A howl that split the sky. The wolves froze. One whimpered. Another backed away. Zariah didn’t shift. She transformed. Her body glowed with crimson light. Her voice echoed with ancient power. The wolves bowed. She didn’t understand it. Not yet. But she felt it. She was no longer prey. She was something else. Something forgotten. Something feared. She spent the next weeks learning. Hunting. Listening. The rogue wolves taught her how to survive. But they also feared her. They called her “Crimson.” They whispered that she was cursed. That her blood was not of this age. She didn’t care. She trained. She healed. She grew. And one night, under a blood moon, she stood atop the ridge and made a vow: > “I will return. Not for love. Not for forgiveness. But for reckoning.” Her. “You should’ve stayed dead,” he said, voice low. She turned to him, lips curling into a smile. “I came back to bury the living.” His jaw tightened. “You don’t know what you’re walking into.” “I know exactly what I’m walking into,” she said. “And I’m not walking. I’m hunting.” --- The Trials began at dawn. The first challenge was physical—an obstacle course designed to test speed, strength, and endurance. Wolves shifted mid-run, leaping over fire pits, scaling stone walls, diving through enchanted fog. Zariah didn’t shift. She ran in human form, her cloak billowing behind her like wings. She didn’t win. But she didn’t lose. She finished in the top five. Kael noticed her then. His eyes narrowed. His nostrils flared. He didn’t recognize her. Not yet. But he felt something. Liora whispered in his ear. He nodded. Zariah kept walking.

Action Fantasy Werewolf

7.5

Heiress Betrayed: My Sweet Revenge Wedding

7.5

For seven years, I hid my identity as a wealthy heiress to be with my boyfriend, Ewing. I followed him across the country and made myself small so he could feel big. On Thanksgiving, he ditched our celebration for his first love, Bree, who supposedly had a "burst pipe." Later, she posted an intimate selfie with him, calling him her "hero." Then she sent me a video of him at a bar, laughing with his friends. "She's just being dramatic," he slurred, smirking at the camera. "A new necklace and she'll forget all about it. She's easy." Easy. Seven years of my life, my love, my sacrifice-all reduced to that one word. I realized I was never his partner. I was just a placeholder. I didn't cry. I packed my bags, booked a one-way flight to New York, and sent him one final text before blocking his number. "Don't bother coming home. I'm getting married."

Action Billionaire Romance

9.5

Love has its end, and there is no return date

9.5

The Serene Chants Temple hummed with sutras and clamored with a crowd. Kneeling on a prayer mat before the Buddha, Madison prayed with profound depth. *I, Madison, vow to journey to the sacred land, to guard the holy mountain, and never again to set foot beyond the Tibetan Plateau.* Walter observed her humble attire. *The Sacred Peak of Zagrama is humanity’s last pure land. To set foot there requires abandoning all attachments—renouncing every earthly passion and tie.* Though her eyelids fluttered, her gaze held a serenity born of utter detachment. *In this life, I will not marry, I will not bear children. I am willing to lay down my attachments and take monastic vows!* Pity filled his eyes. *The air on the holy mountain is thin, the cold perpetual, the conditions harsh beyond measure. Once you enter, you must guard the sacred land until your life’s end.* *Madison, are you certain?* She nodded solemnly. *I am willing to guard the sacred land for a lifetime. Until my very last breath!* Seeing her resolve was firm, Walter did not dissuade her further. *Fast and purify for three days; bathe and burn incense. Then, I will have the local Tibetans escort you into the holy mountain.* The Sacred Peak of Zagrama was a Buddhist sanctuary, forbidden to outsiders. To go and guard it meant complete isolation from the world. She and Louis would never see each other again. … Madison had lost both parents in her youth, growing up instead within the walls of Serene Chants Temple. When she was five, her parents had taken her up the mountain to pay respects to the Buddha—only to encounter enemies bent on revenge. Murdered by the villains, they left her hiding beneath a statue, where she narrowly escaped. Walter, seeing her alone and helpless, had taken her in. The year she turned eighteen, Madison met Louis and fell for him at first sight. He had fled to the Tibetan Plateau to escape an arranged business marriage, entering religious life as his refuge. One night, Madison pushed open the door to the meditation chamber. Louis sat on a prayer cushion, his fingers turning a sandalwood rosary, sacred verses whispering from his lips. His glacial detachment, the rigid control in his posture—it all kindled a reckless hunger in her. Summoning her courage, she settled herself astride his lap, her pale, jade-like fingers gripping his chin. Her red dress, thin as cicada wings, hinted at the alluring curves beneath. After a lifetime of obedience, she suddenly wanted to break the rules, just this once. "Mr. Louis, your worldly ties are not yet severed. Reciting sutras won’t bring you peace!" His expression remained cold and remote as a mountain glacier, a silent warning. His gaze darkened. "This is a sacred place. You’re defiling it. Have you no shame?" Madison leaned forward, her graceful curves on display as she wrapped herself around his waist with a reckless new allure. "People have emotions and desires, joy and sorrow. Why should that be shameful?" She was eighteen, every fantasy amplified by a lifetime behind temple walls. Having grown up there, she had always yearned for the world outside. Not a ripple of emotion crossed Louis’s face; his eyes stayed utterly still. Madison pressed on, her voice a low murmur. "You don’t want to be a sacrifice to a business marriage. You don’t want to strain family ties, so you choose to run away." "Only a coward runs. The strong face adversity—they hold their own fate." He had fled to this pure sanctuary, thinking he could escape the mundane world. Then his lips found her ear, his warm breath on her skin, and everything spiraled out of control. Candlelight shuddered against the walls. The very room seemed to tremble with the heat they generated.

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Wrong Room: Sleeping With My Fiancé's Uncle

Chapter 4

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