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Married To My Ex's Ruthless Uncle

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 862    |    Released on: Today at 18:29

rage of a hyper-luxury high-rise in Tribeca. The e

ooked back at Audriana, who was staring down at her b

leaned in and scooped he

an walk," she protested weakly, p

und her, pressing her closer

is thumb against the biometric scanner, and the doors

e. It was decorated in stark black, white, and gray. It looked lik

sofa. He walked away and returned a m

t. Angry purple bruises in the shape of Eston's fingers stained her p

ntment and squeezed a

sharply as the

g softly on the bruised skin as he rubbed the ointment in with ex

r heart skipped a beat. A strange, warm fe

and closing the box. "The master bedroom is do

The bathroom was the size of her old apartment. She stood under the scalding h

, she opened the mas

silk dress shirts from a mahogany hanger. She slipped it over her head. The fabric was incredibly soft, but the hem fell past her mid-thigh, and the sleeves completely swallowed her hands. I

out into

He wore a dark grey bathrobe. A cigarette burned be

s swept over the silk shirt clinging to her curve

chest, suddenly feeling very expo

rabbed her by the shoulders, and gently pushed her down onto the

low, rough rumble that brooked no argument.

. The moment her head hit the s

htmare about her father flatlining had ripped h

her eyes

asn't asleep. He was propped up on

, there was a look of agonizing, desperate longing. I

strand of hair away from her forehead. He traced the line of her cheekbone, hi

is face in the crook of h

ed. The word was muff

unding like a fragmented nickname or perhaps just a feverish sleep-mumble. She was entirel

round his broad back, letting hi

naware of the tear that slipped from the corne

Audriana woke up. The bed beside

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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.”