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Fake Wife, Real Revenge: I Married His Billionaire Uncle

Chapter 12 

Word Count: 770    |    Released on: Today at 17:23

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Fake Wife, Real Revenge: I Married His Billionaire Uncle
Fake Wife, Real Revenge: I Married His Billionaire Uncle
“For seven years, I loved Aiden Mcmahon. For two years, I believed I was his wife. Then a county clerk told me the truth. "Your marriage certificate is a forgery, Miss Buchanan." My blood ran cold. "Then who is Aiden legally married to?" "Ember Rowland." His widowed aunt. While I hid behind a computer building Aura Tech from nothing, Aiden took the credit, spent my inheritance, and played the brilliant billionaire CEO. The Napa Valley wedding, his vows, and every tender kiss had been part of a trap. He never wanted a wife. He wanted my genius, my money, and my company. Then I heard him promise Ember everything I owned. "Her money stays. She goes." "I'll tell her we fucked in every house she's about to lose." I didn't cry. I recorded every filthy word. Then I locked down Aura Tech's core system, gathered the evidence of his fraud, and walked into his fifty-million-dollar funding gala ready to destroy him. That was where Adelard Knowles found me. He was the untouchable heir to the mysterious Knowles dynasty, a titan who could shake Wall Street with a single decision-and my fake husband's most powerful uncle and bitterest family rival. "I can help you take back everything," Adelard said. "What do you want in return?" His deep blue eyes settled on me. "You. Marry me." Aiden secretly married his widowed aunt. So I married his billionaire uncle. Our marriage was supposed to be a cold, mutually beneficial contract. But every time Adelard protects me, touches me, and calls me his wife, the ruthless billionaire looks less like an ally-and more like a man who never intends to let me go.”