Marrying My Cheating Fiance's Ruthless Uncle

Chapter 8 8

Word Count: 702 | Released on: 03/04/2026

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ting range into a miserable pit of wet earth. My resolve f

had ordered fifty standard push-ups in the muck. Any failure was met with immedia

e out completely at fifteen. I collapsed face-first into the cold mud,

infuriating ease, sauntered over. The tip of her

carried over the heavy breathing of the other girls. "Not even fit to be a So

g it with venomous implication. A choru

e. "The ground is too soft here!" I snapped, t

entina knew it. She threw her head back

e cut through the damp air. He hadn't moved from his p

commanded, his tone a

the ground. Through the haze of my exhaustion, I caught sight of Kianna Falcone standing a few feet away. She wasn't laughing. Her da

of Damon's punishment lingered. I needed an outlet. I neede

idea he had nearly died from anaphylactic shock-I only knew he was suffering, and I wanted to w

oors of Grayson's wing with my maid, Gina. The air in the corridor smelled sharply of

epped into the doorway, blocki

fessional indifference. "The young master says he do

," I whispered, my voice trembling perfectly. I pressed the tray into Leo's hands, looking up

defeat. But the moment my back was to Leo, the tea

of my room, Gina brus

shock. "I lingered in the hall. I heard him screaming and thro

rfect. Grayson's hatred and fear were exactly what

more he hates me, the faster he'll break the engagement himself. We just

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“In my past life, my fiancé Grayson Falcone locked me in an abandoned warehouse to die of a fever while he paraded his mistress around the city. I opened my eyes and was reborn right on the night of the Plaza Hotel gala. Just like before, Grayson swam right past me in the freezing fountain, pulling his dripping mistress into his arms in front of New York's elite mafia families. He publicly shattered our honor, leaving me to face absolute social death. But this time, Damon Falcone-Grayson's uncle and the most feared Don in the city-stepped out of the shadows, wrapped me in his coat, and carried me away. To safely destroy the betrothal, I decided to become Grayson's worst nightmare. I played the suffocatingly devoted fiancée, even "accidentally" feeding him his lethal allergen. But my plan completely backfired. Instead of breaking the engagement, Grayson developed a sick, morbid fascination with my lethal intentions. Even worse, Damon cornered me in his private shooting range, his eyes burning with a terrifying, dark obsession as he pinned me against his chest. I didn't understand why my calculated revenge was spiraling so dangerously out of control. Thanks to the vicious rumors about Damon carrying me away, the furious family matriarch slammed her hand on the table to protect the family's honor. "The rumors end now. Grayson and Isabella will marry next month."”