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Married To My Ex's Ruthless Uncle

Married To My Ex's Ruthless Uncle

My father was dying in the ICU, and our family company, the Martin Group, was on the verge of total collapse. While I was desperately trying to sign the consent form for his life-saving surgery, my fiancé, Eston, sent me a text. "I told you not to be stubborn. The company is mine by Friday. Beg me, and I might pay for the funeral." He had been secretly looting my family's assets from the inside, waiting for me to break so he could steal everything. He thought I would crawl back to him in absolute despair, surrendering my father's legacy just to survive. The sheer weight of my helplessness crushed my chest as the heart monitor next to my father's bed let out a frantic, high-pitched scream. The betrayal tore through me, but the despair quickly hardened into a cold, sharp stone. Why should I let the man who ruined me dance on my family's grave? Why should I let him walk away with everything while I lost the only family I had left? I wiped away my tears and blocked his number permanently. Then, I stepped out into the freezing Manhattan rain and went straight to the top floor of the Maxwell building. I threw my remaining shares onto the desk of Ellwood Maxwell—the apex predator of Wall Street, and Eston's untouchable, ruthless uncle. "I want you to marry me," Ellwood said, pushing a marriage contract toward me. "That is the only way your company survives." I picked up the pen. If Eston wanted to destroy my life, I would become his aunt and make him bow.
Wedding Day Betrayal

Wedding Day Betrayal

Eight years. That's how long I' d waited to marry Sarah. Our wedding day was absolute perfection, every detail meticulously planned, a dream finally realized. My mother, Maria, my biggest supporter, beamed as she watched us from the front row, a picture of warmth and boundless kindness. It was everything I' d ever wanted. But as Sarah raised her glass for the toast, a strange, strained sound, her voice wasn' t sweet. It was laced with an unimaginable ice. "To Maria," she declared, her gaze fixed with a chilling intensity on my beloved mother, "for murdering my partner, Officer Alex Chen." The lavish ballroom went utterly silent. My mother, Maria, gasped, collapsing onto the floor. Sarah stood there, no longer in her pristine white wedding dress, but starkly in her NYPD uniform, her voice flat, devoid of emotion: "Our eight years, Ethan? All a lie. A calculated lie to bring her to justice." Then, pure chaos erupted. Men in dark suits, clearly her accomplices, stormed in. They shattered our wedding, smashing every delicate dream, beating me back as I desperately tried to reach my fallen mother. My entire world, this beautiful wedding, had instantly transformed into a public nightmare. My kind, gentle mother, branded a cold-blooded murderer. How could the woman I loved, the woman I had trusted implicitly for eight years, do something so monstrous? Lies? A devastating setup? It felt like an impossible, cruel joke playing out before my eyes. Who was this terrifying stranger wearing Sarah' s familiar face? Days later, physically bruised and emotionally broken, the only beacon of hope in my despair was my childhood friend, Dr. Chloe Davis. She not only saved my mother but then handed me a cryptic USB drive. A ghost from the past, containing what she believed was the truth from Alex Chen himself. I knew then, with a resolve I hadn't realized I possessed: I would uncover every dark layer of this calculated deception, no matter the agonizing cost. My mother' s innocence, and the very foundation of my life, depended on me unraveling this devastating lie.
To betray the Mafia King

To betray the Mafia King

"Don't you dare touch me with your disgusting hands again bit**!" Her breathing stopped and her mouth went dry. The anger in his eyes was something she never saw before. Vincenzo was famous for his calmness and temper. Then who was this deadly disaster standing in front of her? The same hands that had caressed her body with a gentleness that no man has ever shown her before were hurting her. They were treating her like trash when earlier they treated her like a piece of delicate glass. "But it's true Vince...I...lov-" "How does it matter puttana...you will be dead in few minutes anyways. So tell me a reason to not kill you for your treason?" She was willing to accept death. Her body ready to fall down any second without the support of his arms. One last time she looked up at him. His eyelashes looking longer than usual and those black orbs sucking her in their darkness. "My answer will not change...I have and will always love you" Her voice came out stronger than before. With determination and truthful shining in her teary eyes, she laid her heart open to the man she dared to love and betray . His eyes held surprise for few seconds to be followed by indifference. With no emotion on his face and eyes narrowed, he pulled down the barrel, ready to shoot her. "Tst tsk wrong answer mio amore" The coldness of the muzzle made her close her eyes again. Ready to accept death from the hands of her lover for her crimes. His breath on her face, the only thing she could feel as she takes her last breath borrowing it from him. "Rule 2: to kill who betrays and you puttana...." His cold finger trailed the path of her tears and she twitched under his touch. "You betrayed me of everything" *bang* ...................................................
Goodbye, Jess, Hello, Genius

Goodbye, Jess, Hello, Genius

My apartment filled with the scent of roasted garlic, ready for a special night-wedding plans with my fiancée, Jess, and celebrating my big new research grant. But Jess was late. Really late. Her text claimed a "client emergency," yet when I called, a young intern named Ethan answered, a little too smooth, a little too casual, saying Jess was helping him set up his "new downtown loft." My stomach tightened. Then, his Instagram story blew my world apart: Jess, laughing freely, his arm draped around her, captioned, "Best mentor ever! #NewBeginnings." The next morning, Ethan showed up at our apartment, Jess absolutely beaming at his attention, oblivious to my stony silence. He brazenly flirted, and Jess, incredibly, defended him when I called him out. Then, in a cruel twist, Jess led him to my secure university lab where he "accidentally" fried my custom-built AI server-years of my critical research. Jess glanced at the smoking wreckage, then at me, dismissing it casually: "It' s just a server, Mike. Can' t you get a new one? Don' t be so dramatic." Seven years of my life, shattered by her lies, her cold indifference, and her shocking defense of the very person who destroyed my career. How could the woman I was about to marry be so utterly lacking in empathy, so blind to my worth, yet so willing to protect a scheming intern? It wasn't just betrayal; it was a complete erasure of everything we had built. That same day, I accepted a post-doc in Zurich, left our custom engagement ring on the coffee table, and emailed Jess: "I'm leaving. The engagement is off." My new life, finally free of the past, was about to begin.