Marrying My Ex's Powerful Billionaire Uncle

Chapter 8

Word Count: 726 | Released on: 20/04/2026

ner as she climbed the stairs. She headed stra

rs, her face twisted in rage. Lorraine lunged forward and grabbed A

heaving. "A man like Harding Snow doesn't marry girl

a's face. "Once the news cycle dies, he w

ed crescent marks Lorraine's nails had left on her skin. The last

es dead. "Is that wha

"If you weren't so miserable and boring, Connor wouldn't hav

laps echoed in the hallway. "Your gaslighting really is a maste

all. "When I was ten, I had a 104-degree fever. You left me with the

e Ivy League. No one came to dinner. Because Ash

ry word was a knife slicing thr

n. Panic flashed in her eyes because she couldn't d

onsense!" Lorraine screamed. "

e grabbed the brass handle of her

room was complete

vet clothing rack stuffed with Ashlee's overflow designer dresses.

he slowly turned her head to lo

sively. "Ashlee has too many clothes. You were mov

erased her existence from this house b

er left me?" Anissa demanded, her voice dropping

. "The necklace... Ashlee is borrowing

ook brave. "I transferred it to Ashlee this morning. A

Anissa's chest. She pulled her phon

ered on the first ring.

r. "I have reason to believe someone has tampered with my personal trust fund. Have the lawyers investigate every transaction. I want

isp voice replied. "A helicopter will l

against the doorframe to keep from collapsing

he finally realized Anissa wasn't throwing a tan

ance. She turned and marched down the ha

icked Ashlee's door open

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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."”