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Married To My Ex's Ruthless Uncle

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 859    |    Released on: Today at 18:29

els hit the cold, wet stone of the f

ered, her voice trembling despite

waist, yanking her off balance. As she stumbled toward him, his free hand shot out and grabbed her bare shoulder, hi

y violently, bringing her right hand up and smashin

and and flung it sideways. The heel skipped across the stone and plopped into th

riana snapped her head to the side. His wet lips dragged

knee up, driving it h

rward, his palms barely catching the edge of the fountain to keep his face from smashing

ned her mout

hand shot out from the darkness. Long, thick f

He was ripped off his feet. His braced leg twisted at an unnatural angle

e was a mask of pure, murderous fury. The a

slid down the side of the fo

tightly against his chest. The familiar, clean scent of cedarwood hit her senses. T

rms bunched. He stripped off his suit jacket a

. He looked up, squinting through th

wly. The sound of his leather shoes crushin

r to Eston, pulled his foot back, a

loudly. Eston screamed, clutching his shatt

the sole of his shoe down hard on Es

a demonic whisper. "You touc

convulsing in terror.

. Three estate security guards ran over,

k at them. "Drag this garbage to Fran

and dragging him away into the shadows. One of them scoo

n fell si

his pocket. With rough but controlled movements, he wiped the side of her face where Eston ha

eyes locking onto her

scene. Instead, he slid one arm under her knees and the oth

instinctively grabbi

me," he muttered

he main ballroom, and walked straight to a wai

leather seat and climbed in beside her. The privacy partiti

herself. She looked at his sharp profile i

e of water, opened it, and handed it to her. "Yo

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Married To My Ex's Ruthless Uncle
Married To My Ex's Ruthless Uncle
“My father was dying in the ICU, and our family company, the Martin Group, was on the verge of total collapse. While I was desperately trying to sign the consent form for his life-saving surgery, my fiancé, Eston, sent me a text. "I told you not to be stubborn. The company is mine by Friday. Beg me, and I might pay for the funeral." He had been secretly looting my family's assets from the inside, waiting for me to break so he could steal everything. He thought I would crawl back to him in absolute despair, surrendering my father's legacy just to survive. The sheer weight of my helplessness crushed my chest as the heart monitor next to my father's bed let out a frantic, high-pitched scream. The betrayal tore through me, but the despair quickly hardened into a cold, sharp stone. Why should I let the man who ruined me dance on my family's grave? Why should I let him walk away with everything while I lost the only family I had left? I wiped away my tears and blocked his number permanently. Then, I stepped out into the freezing Manhattan rain and went straight to the top floor of the Maxwell building. I threw my remaining shares onto the desk of Ellwood Maxwell-the apex predator of Wall Street, and Eston's untouchable, ruthless uncle. "I want you to marry me," Ellwood said, pushing a marriage contract toward me. "That is the only way your company survives." I picked up the pen. If Eston wanted to destroy my life, I would become his aunt and make him bow.”