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Jilted Heiress: Seducing My Fiancé's Ruthless Uncle

Jilted Heiress: Seducing My Fiancé's Ruthless Uncle

Author: Noah
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Chapter 1 No.1

Word Count: 1585    |    Released on: 22/01/2026

. His voice was gravel and smoke. "Yo

trem

of hell. The stem of the champagne flute felt like

liers overhead cast a light that was too bright, too exposing. It made the diamonds a

d was warm now. It tasted

ed through the room like a draft of cold ai

r dress? Last

ace accounts are

doesn't even k

xactly whe

meant he was annoyed with the stock market or the temperature of his scotch. He was handsome in a conventional, soft w

t. She needed to be next to him. That was her job. She was the access

saw the r

low, dangerously low for a family charity gala. It was the kind of dress that ma

essive. It

tched in her throat, a phy

hem. No apology. Just a flash of irritation, as if she were a stain on his cuff th

a

nde curls bouncing. She found Ivy in the crowd and sm

walked out the terrace doors

re. The room

an empty stomach. She hadn't eaten since yesterday. Claudia, her adoptive mother, had me

'oeuvres. The smell of truffle oil hit Iv

he tray. A murmur of annoyance followed her, but

ors reflected a distorted version of herself. Pale skin.

button for the

l of people-her mother, her sister Delsie, the staff. Ivy couldn't handle people. She remembered Clive sayin

e was with Catrina. T

n, the silence of the hallway was heavy, suffocating. The ca

ng her hand along the textured wallp

oor was sli

darkness w

t smelled of cedar wood, expensive leather, and the sharp, cold sc

f her heels, leaving them where

ns were drawn tight, blocking out the c

iving. She curled into a ball, wrapping her arms around h

room spun slower, then stopped. H

drif

ater, the

ss dipped significantly, as if a heavy

He must have come back. Maybe he felt guilty. Maybe he realized he

ouched h

diating from the palm burned thr

, for any sign that she wasn't just a business asset, that

han Clive's hands. Clive had soft, manicured h

e. The scent of cedar and tobacco inten

t wasn't a tentative kiss. It was a c

in fired a warning signal,

tress. His knee drove between her legs, spreading

against her neck. It was dee

t Clive'

loating, untethered. For the first time all day-for the first time in years-someone wa

away. She wrapped

ree fall.

ion so intense it made her cry out. He didn't stop. He didn't ask if she was okay. He took what

s swallowed

gh

ried Ivy's eyelids ope

tasted like cotton. Her body felt... wrecked. Every mus

the ceiling. It wasn't her room.

rds. The party. The red dress

e

She stopped

y on the pillow, terrifie

over his eyes. The sheet had slipped down to his waist, revealing a chest

traveled up

morning stubble. High cheekbones. A nos

sn't

ew this face. Everyone in New York knew this face. It was on the

Fitzpa

black sheep. The fa

ins. She had slept with her fiancé's u

death sentence. If Claudia found

tangling around her legs. She neede

of the mattress, her foot

d sho

the speed of a striking snake.

, freezing

the bed lowered his

ned hi

them. No confusion. He looked like he had been awa

eaned back against the headboard. He looked at Ivy. He didn't look at her face.

smile spread a

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Jilted Heiress: Seducing My Fiancé's Ruthless Uncle
Jilted Heiress: Seducing My Fiancé's Ruthless Uncle
“I stood in the center of the Pierre Hotel's grand ballroom, a mute, smiling doll in a Dior dress. My job was to signal stability to investors while my fiancé, Clive Fitzpatrick, looked for any excuse to ignore me. The night of our engagement, the world turned into a different kind of hell. I watched Clive disappear onto the terrace with another woman, his hand possessively on her waist. Distraught and drunk, I stumbled into a dark penthouse suite seeking sanctuary. I woke up the next morning to a gravelly voice and the smell of expensive tobacco. I hadn't slept with my fiancé; I had accidentally spent the night with his uncle, Bruno Fitzpatrick-the man Wall Street called the "executioner." The humiliation was only the beginning. Clive didn't just cheat; he admitted he was only marrying me to steal my family's voting rights so I could "rot" in an apartment while he lived with his mistress. When I tried to protest, my adoptive mother, Claudia, dragged me into a private room and whipped me with a riding crop to remind me of my place. She held up a video of my frail, sick sister, Lucia, making it clear that my total obedience was the only thing keeping Lucia alive. I was a business asset to be traded, used, and beaten into submission. I couldn't understand why everyone I was supposed to trust was so eager to destroy me. Was I really just a mannequin to be discarded once the merger papers were signed? The marks on my back burned, but the ice in my veins was colder. I was done being the victim of a mediocre man and a heartless mother. Then Bruno offered me a way out. At the family dinner, right in front of my cheating fiancé, he proposed a lethal bet: if I could raise the company's stock by ten percent in thirty days, he would give me his board veto-the ultimate power to crush Clive and Claudia forever. If I failed, I would owe him any favor he asked. I looked at the man who had ruined me and the man who wanted to own me, and I realized I had nothing left to lose. I wasn't going to be a doll anymore; I was going to be the one who burned the house down.”