Claimed By My Ex-Fiancé's Ruthless Uncle

Chapter 7 No.7

Word Count: 786 | Released on: 30/01/2026

ital. Helena was here on business, a private consultation to appraise the jewelry Sterling was considering for a charity auction. The hospital had provided her

ed Sterling was pale, her hand pressed against her

erling gasped. "They gave me

ings that didn't add up-discrepancies in ledgers, anomalies in financial statements. Sterling's pallor,

one an EKG?"

head. "They said my

But she was qualified to ask questions. She pulled

ars ago at a Columbia alumni event-Zoe was a cardiology fellow, sharp and no-nonsen

into the hall

ient. Something feels off-chest pressure, pallor, left

for a cardiac workup. Now. If they push back, tell t

k to the nurses' station. She

rdiac status. I have a colleague-Dr. Miller, on

ena added, "Ms. Sterling is a major donor to this hospital's new wing. I

their a

diagnosis was viral myocarditis-inflammation of the heart muscle, potentially life-threatening. The attending physician admi

ble. She grabbed Helena's ha

oman whispered. "You're wa

s hand. "My private gala next week. You need yo

he invitation. Don

rang. It w

n speaker as she packed her a

ou're having a tantrum. Saturday is the family dinner

ing. She took a sip

it, Evelyn. Harrison and

nned silence on

how many girls would kil

it," Helena s

hung

urged through her. She

s parked at the main entrance. He was standing there

ked pa

ited through the ambulance

. A text from an

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screen. C. Collis?

he get h

d the phone over, placing it screen-down on her lap. The lack o

nt in Brooklyn. She slept fitfully, dream

ithout responding. She had no intention

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“I was the "perfect" fiancée for Harrison Vincent-regal, silent, and low-maintenance. For two years, I suppressed my career as a forensic accountant to be the "safe" choice that polled well with his family's shareholders. But at a high-society gala, I found him in a VIP lounge with a socialite wrapped around him. He told her I was just a "boring art piece display stand" he had to drag around until his trust fund was unlocked. I didn't scream or make a scene. I mentally filed a "bad debt" report, tossed my emerald engagement ring into a glass of stale champagne, and walked out of his life. That same night, I found myself in a dark jazz club bathroom, using a strip of my velvet dress to stop the bleeding of a mysterious man with a gunshot wound and eyes like grey flint. The fallout was immediate. Harrison blocked my credit cards, assuming I'd crawl back once I couldn't afford rent. His mother called me a "nobody" while simultaneously begging me to handle the family's medical emergencies because they were too panicked to function. They treated me like a tool they could discard and pick up at will, never realizing I had already moved my things into a cramped Brooklyn apartment. I couldn't understand why they thought I was still their puppet, or why a black Maybach began following me through the city streets. I had saved a stranger's life and ended a toxic engagement, yet the air around me felt heavier and more dangerous than ever. The truth came out at the hospital when the most feared man in the city stepped out of the shadows. It was the man from the bathroom-Collis Vincent, the ruthless head of the family. He didn't just humiliate Harrison; he took my hand in front of everyone and made a chilling declaration. "Harrison is a fool to have let you go, Helena. Your arrangement with him is terminated. From now on, you'll be working with me."”