Marrying My Ex's Ruthless Billionaire Uncle

Chapter 5

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nsion. Emaline sat stiffly against the plush, hand-stitched leather seats, acutely aware of the powerful, imposing man beside her. Abdiel Sharpe was reviewing a

s deep, gravelly voice shattering the quiet.

" She wasn't going to lie or play coy. Her mother's mounting me

anded, his tone pu

ed, keeping her chin high despite the

uickly scribbled a figure, tore the check free, and handed it to her. Emaline stared at the staggering amount written in his

te. "We slept together once. That doesn't make me your charity

amusement. He was a man used to people begging for his wealth; her fiery pride was a rare

ind of money?" she asked, desperate

to lend you a copy so you can browse?" he moc

umorless laugh. "No, tha

moothly, leaning back in his seat. "El

, unadulterated luxury and sin. Soft amber lighting illuminated deep burgundy velvet booths, and the air smelled of expensive Cuban cigars and aged bourbon. It was the ultimate

racticed grace, recommending exclusive vintages to hedge fund managers and foreign diplomats, her sharp wit keeping their massive egos in check. She was an exhau

nursing a glass of rare scotch. Beside him was Wyatt Sterling, a notorious playboy and, unfortunately,

is that? She's absolute fire. Look at those curves. I might just have to go down there and introduce myself. Since

rned his head and caught sight of a faint, purplish bruise peeking out from the crisp collar of Abdiel's dress shi

girl you left with last nig

erent story. His dark, piercing eyes were locked onto Emaline like a predator tracking its prey, watching her every move with an

arly not buying a single word of it. "The

oice dropping to a dangerous, guttural octave. "Sh

oup of rowdy, entitled finance bros who had clearly had too much to drink. They

list?" she asked politely, offering a profes

er suit, reached out and grabbed her wrist hard. "Forget the l

d to pull her arm away. His grip was bruising, his sweaty fingers dig

ss of straight, burning vodka and shoved it aggressively toward her face

eyes narrowing as she stood her ground, refusing t

ng her wrist closer so she stumbled against the edge of

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“My name is Emaline Knight, and I have the worst luck in Manhattan. Twenty-four hours ago I had a fiancé, a future, and a family name worth something. Then my father went bankrupt in a federal scandal, my mother landed in the ICU, and my darling Alastair dumped me by text message-like I was a streaming subscription he forgot to cancel. Did I mention he replaced me with a walking malpractice suit named Tiffany? So yes, I had a few tequilas. And yes, I may have informed the most dangerous man in the city that if I couldn't be Alastair's wife, I'd settle for becoming his aunt. That's how I ended up in the bed of Abdiel Sharpe-the billionaire who owns half of Manhattan and terrifies the other half. He left at dawn without a goodbye. Fine. Whatever. I had bigger problems: my mother's hospital bill was due at five o'clock, and I couldn't afford to keep her alive. I begged at the Hayes mansion. They sneered at me. They called me trash. And then the man I'd slept with-the uncle of the man who broke my heart-walked in, made them grovel, and warned them all to stay out of his sight. He gave me a job at his club. He tried to hand me a million dollars; I handed it back. He keeps appearing like an expensive storm, ruining anyone who dares to lay a hand on me. I keep telling myself he's a one-night mistake with an excellent tailor. But he looks at me like he owns me. And the worst part? Some dark, traitorous part of me wants him to. They say don't bite the hand that feeds you. But I'm not the one biting. He is. Right on my neck.”