Married To My Ex's Powerful Billionaire Uncle

Chapter 3

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nd judgment. Harrison Sinclair III sat behind a desk the size of a

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took a step toward him. "Kenan! Please, you have

ked at me as if I were somethi

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ime, I didn't see the charming hockey phenom I thought I l

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on said, walking around the desk.

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ped.

a dull, wet thud. Beckett grunted, his body jerking forward, but his

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tepping between them. "Not in front of her.

. He glared down at Beckett, satisfied with the

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s bleeding where he had bitten it. His eye

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you cast her out, the headline is Sinclair Golden Boy's Fiancée Cheats with Disabled Uncle

, wiping blood

ed lovers who couldn't help themselves. It creates a scandal, yes, but a roma

a team owner first, a patriarch s

d. He looked at Kenan. "This

e cut off from the main accounts. And I am activating the exile clause. You get not

Becket

s pale, sweat beading on his forehead from the

id softly. "Get

Then I looked at the man nursing a bruised shoulder in the chair, the for

ett's hand.

" I wh

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“I was supposed to marry my fiancé, Kenan, the golden boy of the Sinclair family, tomorrow. Instead, I woke up drugged in a hotel bed, wearing a man's shirt, with my fiancé's disabled, supposedly ruined uncle, Beckett Sinclair, sitting in a wheelchair across from me. Before I could even process the horror, my future mother-in-law busted the door open with a pack of reporters. She pointed her finger at me, screaming to the cameras that I was a slut who cheated on her son with his crippled uncle. My fiancé texted me immediately. "You make me sick. We're done." Even my abusive adoptive family joined the firing squad, demanding I go crawl back and apologize to the man who just threw me away like trash. I was completely set up. My mother-in-law orchestrated this whole nightmare just to ruin me and replace me with a wealthy, pregnant heiress. I was stripped of my dignity, my future, and my reputation in the blink of an eye. But just as I was about to be swallowed by the scandal, the disabled uncle everyone mocked did the unthinkable. He took the blame for everything in front of the furious family patriarch. Then, he looked at me with calm, calculating eyes and handed me a lifeline. "Marry me. It's your only way out." I looked at the greedy faces of my family and the smug smile of my ex-fiancé's mother. I took his hand, tore up my past, and became the new Mrs. Sinclair.”