Marrying My Ex's Ruthless Billionaire Uncle

Chapter 6

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avy crystal tumbler in his right hand shattered under the sudden, violent pressure of his grip, sending jagged shards of glass and amber liquid scattering across the polished mahogany table.

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ntire section of the lounge. The ambient jazz music seemed to fade into the background as the sheer, oppressive for

p, their arrogant sneers

ed violence. His glacial gray eyes were fixed on the sweaty trader holding Emaline's wrist, burning with a demonic fury. He looked like a god of war who h

as a corpse. He instantly dropped Emaline's wrist as if her skin had caught fire. "We w

umble that made the crystal glasses on the table vibrate. "And eve

second man stammered, raising his hands in frantic surr

, not breaking eye contac

ws in seconds, standing at rigid attention behind Abdiel. They look

gs. If I see their faces in this city again, I will personally ruin them. I will strip your assets, destroy y

nd dragged them out toward the back alley exit like sacks of garbage. The sound of their plea

e untouchable Abdiel Sharpe publicly and ruthlessly defended an employee. This was the ruthless titan of Wall Street, a man known for

the primal, violent urge to follow those men into the alley and beat them to a bloody pulp for daring to put their hands on her. He sim

otected her. He hadn't asked questions, he hadn't hesitated-he had just stepped in and destroyed them for touching her. A strange, intoxicating warmth bloomed in her chest, chasi

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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.”