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Marrying My Ex's Powerful Billionaire Uncle

Chapter 9 

Word Count: 696    |    Released on: 20/04/2026

suite slammed against the wall, the

g her phone to her mouth, recording a voice note. "...s

hlee scream. She dropped her phon

ed in terror as she saw Anissa standing in the

r own. Her gaze locked onto the vanity table. Sitting right nex

r grandmo

ee jumped up, holding her hands out.

ul of Ashlee's expensive cashmere sweate

d to the floor. Her perfectly styled hair f

priceless Cartier sapphire necklace rested on the v

ransfer agreement. At the bottom, on the signature l

and. She held the forged document in her

n, Brendan, and Dylan rushed in, having heard t

. He lunged forward, reaching out

ottle of Chanel perfume from the vanity and smashed

wering stench of alcohol and floral perfume exploded

her brothers. She held

gh the fumes. "Tell me. What is the mandatory federal sentence f

n her hand. His eyes locked onto the fake signature. All the

meant. It meant disbarment. It meant pr

upid, but they weren't blind. They lo

aking finger at the door where Lorraine had just appeare

st as her precious adopted daughte

e windows. The heavy curtains whipped wildly as the

am and a squad of corporate lawy

wo massive men in tactical suits. He completely ignored

held up a manila folder. "By order of the court, all assets belonging to t

rolled back, and he collapsed again

fastened it around her own neck. The col

of black-suited guards, she walked out of the suffocating

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Marrying My Ex's Powerful Billionaire Uncle
Marrying My Ex's Powerful Billionaire Uncle
“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."”