Claimed By My Ex-Fiancé's Ruthless Uncle

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 777 | Released on: 30/01/2026

is skin. She took a breat

the pressure of his own hand, and he inhaled sharply through his

titch pulled through the torn flesh, and she fought the urge to gag.

bandage over the fresh sutures, wrapping it tightly around his torso. I

ehead with the back of her hand. The smell o

, her voice low. "You need a hospital. You need a

pushed himself up, his movements

en in his weakened state. He fumbled with his left cuf

and. His palm was calloused, hot. He

ugh, scraping against the air like sand

her hand away. "I d

the stall door open. He moved with a terrifying determination, disapp

was heavy, solid platinum. Engraved on the face was a crest she didn'

from her hands, scrubbing until her skin was raw.

felt differen

She gave the taxi driver the a

n't come home. He was likely still at the club, or perha

feel angry.

ently. Her art history textbooks. Her encrypted hard drive. Her comfortable s

e diamond tennis bracelet. She left t

nate mirror, she took a tube of red lipstick

on the console table next

to help her with the bags. "M

ly," she corrected him, her

yn. The skyline of Manhattan receded, a glitt

toop of the brownstone, wrap

it?" Whitney ask

s. Whitney's apartment was small, cluttered, and sm

ofa. Whitney poured two

aid, raising her glass.

ine. "I feel like I

platinum cufflink. She held it up to the ligh

"That looks expensive. Did

id. "A payment

with old batteries and takeout menus. She didn't

dows rolled slowly past the building. It paused for a momen

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Claimed By My Ex-Fiancé's Ruthless Uncle

Haley Billionaires

“I was the "perfect" fiancée for Harrison Vincent-regal, silent, and low-maintenance. For two years, I suppressed my career as a forensic accountant to be the "safe" choice that polled well with his family's shareholders. But at a high-society gala, I found him in a VIP lounge with a socialite wrapped around him. He told her I was just a "boring art piece display stand" he had to drag around until his trust fund was unlocked. I didn't scream or make a scene. I mentally filed a "bad debt" report, tossed my emerald engagement ring into a glass of stale champagne, and walked out of his life. That same night, I found myself in a dark jazz club bathroom, using a strip of my velvet dress to stop the bleeding of a mysterious man with a gunshot wound and eyes like grey flint. The fallout was immediate. Harrison blocked my credit cards, assuming I'd crawl back once I couldn't afford rent. His mother called me a "nobody" while simultaneously begging me to handle the family's medical emergencies because they were too panicked to function. They treated me like a tool they could discard and pick up at will, never realizing I had already moved my things into a cramped Brooklyn apartment. I couldn't understand why they thought I was still their puppet, or why a black Maybach began following me through the city streets. I had saved a stranger's life and ended a toxic engagement, yet the air around me felt heavier and more dangerous than ever. The truth came out at the hospital when the most feared man in the city stepped out of the shadows. It was the man from the bathroom-Collis Vincent, the ruthless head of the family. He didn't just humiliate Harrison; he took my hand in front of everyone and made a chilling declaration. "Harrison is a fool to have let you go, Helena. Your arrangement with him is terminated. From now on, you'll be working with me."”