Marrying My Ex's Powerful Billionaire Uncle

Chapter 3

Word Count: 702 | Released on: 20/04/2026

hall was dark and narrow. Harding

ingers brushed against the bespoke fabric of his suit. The su

l blow. Her brain misfired. A vio

wisted, morphing into the freezing, snow-co

amed her. The Roy family had thrown her out with

fingers. She remembered hearing Seraphina's sweet, gig

he voicemail. Die in the street, Ani

chest tightened. She couldn't breathe. He

ound her waist, gripping her tight. He pulled her

umbled right against her ear,

the sharp, perfect lines of his

loating above he

, standing in a sterile morgue. He had taken off hi

curity storming the Roy esta

cemetery in Long Island, hosting a funer

was she back? How was she back? The universe had given her a second chance, a miraculous reversal of fate that defied all logic. And in this new life, the only man she knew she could trust was the one

ngers dug into his arm. Her

lnerability deep into her stomach and shook

she whispered, her voice hardening into s

he faint redness at the corners of her eyes. A vi

e radio. "Sir. The main hall screens a

e of her lace veil. The softness of his touch compl

a low gravel, "you are the hostess of Manhattan.

ond later, the grand, imposing chords o

pulled open by two ushers. Blinding white light from hu

chin, her eyes turning into chips of ice. She

iness with you, Unc

jaw twitched. A dark, posses

ing drafted right now," Harding corr

thousand eyes and camera lens

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“On my wedding day, my fiancé Connor received an urgent phone call. He told me a D-list actress had broken her leg on set, then abandoned me right at the altar. In my past life, I cried until my throat bled, begging him not to leave. But my tears only brought endless humiliation. My mother and adopted sister mocked me, framed me, and forged my signature to steal my multi-million dollar trust fund. They kicked me out of the family estate without a single dime. I ended up freezing to death in the minus-twenty-degree New York blizzard, listening to my mother's voicemail telling me to die in the street as long as I didn't bleed on her carpets. Until my last breath, I couldn't understand why my own blood relatives hated me so much, yet treated an adopted daughter like a precious princess. The only person who showed me any mercy-draping his wool coat over my frozen corpse and giving me a proper burial-was Connor's ruthless, untouchable uncle, Harding Snow. Opening my eyes again, I was back in the bridal suite, right as Connor was rushing out the door. This time, I didn't shed a single tear. I let him run to his actress, then walked straight into the VIP room to face the most feared billionaire on Wall Street. "The wedding proceeds as planned, but the groom's name changes to yours."”