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Marrying My Ex's Powerful Billionaire Uncle

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 718    |    Released on: 20/04/2026

ve windows, hitting Anissa's face. She w

e left side were perfectly smooth and comp

. She pulled on a soft, cream-colored Loro Pia

able. He wore a crisp white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms.

r, silencing his assistant. He poi

table, but Anissa's eyes locked onto a thick

Harding gestured to him. "This is a senior Private Judge who handles confidential

tration papers across the marble. "Just your signat

his, she was no longer the punching bag of the Ro

n. Without a single tremor in

sive stroke of her pen. A flash of

vy metal seal. "By the power vested in

ed out a black Centurion Card and slid it acro

gled. In her past life, she had to beg her mother for cof

ibrated violently aga

lit up. L

ke a siren. Anissa stared at it. It rang again,

is coffee. "Do you want me to have the telecom compan

e shook her head. "Some tumor

creen and hit th

enthouse. "You shameless little bitch! How dare you cr

ieked. "You will explain this to the family, and you will sign over your

m. Her eyes were colder tha

oice dead flat. "But not to explain.

ding the call. She immedi

ound the table, and stopped right behind her chair. He

was a dark, violent whisper. "Do you want me

his tone. But a rush of absolute power flooded h

Using a sledgehammer to kill a roach is a waste

. He looked at his assist

the house down if you want. No matter

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Marrying My Ex's Powerful Billionaire Uncle
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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."”