Trading My Ex For His Billionaire Uncle

Chapter 4

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y into the brightly lit underg

yn wrapped the cashmere towel tightly around her shoulders

d ascent made Jocelyn's stomach drop. She shivered,

loor apartment. Lightning flashed outside the massi

the butler. "Take her to the guest room. Make sure she

he stood under the scalding hot water, scrubbing the m

o women's clothes. The only thing resting on th

rely covered her upper thighs. She rolled up the slee

glass of whiskey over ice in one hand. A tablet r

dragged down her bare legs, lingering on the curves

a opposite him. She kept her posture s

his whiskey down on the glass table. "You ha

rd, resting her elbows on her knees. "Check the M&A departme

t. His gaze sharpened into blades. He sta

at's just the tip of the iceberg. I've been backing up his files for three years. I have a complete log of his illegal insider tr

sure radiating from Hayes was suffocatin

es. "I want him destroyed. And you

ashing against the glass could be heard. Hayes studied

nd shot out and gripped her chin. H

a price," he warned, his voice a low sc

ht into his dark eyes. "I don't care ab

ess crossed Hayes's face. He let go of her chin.

d coldly. "I will give you the p

elyn's tense muscles relaxed

nd yanked her forward. Jocelyn tumbled onto his lap, straddli

He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of t

ed her arms around his broad shoulders, pla

e kiss was frantic, demanding, and completely

t hit the thick rug with a dull thud,

nating their tangled bodies on the sofa. The

e thing for sure: she had just secured

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“I spent three years working as my fiancé Cam's shadow analyst, writing his reports and securing his corporate bonuses. But at a company banquet, I opened a lounge door and found him pinning my stepsister Kiley against a sofa. "I'll cancel the engagement," Cam murmured against her neck. "She's just a boring machine." Instead of crying, I dug into his accounts and found he had embezzled five million dollars to buy Kiley a luxury penthouse. When I presented the irrefutable photos and bank statements to my adoptive family, my mother slapped me across the face. She accused me of fabricating the evidence out of jealousy, fiercely protecting her biological daughter while throwing me out into the cold. Cam even tracked me down on the street, raising his fist to beat me just for making his mistress cry. Three years of my devotion were treated like absolute garbage, discarded for a fragile hypocrite. They all thought I was an orphaned nobody who would swallow the humiliation and walk away empty-handed. They didn't know that right after catching them, I had crashed into the chest of the most dangerous man in the room. Hayes Cooper, the King of Wall Street, and Cam's ruthless uncle. Sitting in the back of an Uber, I emailed Hayes a hidden file containing all of Cam's federal crimes. I didn't just want the penthouse back. I wanted my ex in prison, and his Director's chair for myself.”