Marrying My Cheating Fiance's Ruthless Uncle

Chapter 6 6

Word Count: 651 | Released on: 03/04/2026

od perfectly still, the scent of roasting garlic and blooming ivy masking the faint smoke of my

ping a thick envelope of cash t

ed, his eyes narrowed. "Specifically, Grayson

oked at her in the garden, she was still trying to win the affection of that wort

ing smirk touching my lips. If she wanted to play the d

mercy. "Feed the maid a fabricated list. Make sure it includ

trace of almond would send my nephew into a

ella

like a gilded cage, but t

t with triumph. "I got it, Miss. It cost a fo

ions." Wagner operas? Modernist poetry? I highly doubted a brute like Grayson could comprehend T.S

ffectionate fiancée required the perfect prop. I would drown him in sticky swee

folding the paper. "I

ry at Columbia University. I smoothed the skirt of my conservative green

ds, laughing loudly. I forced my features into a mas

und fragile and innocent. "I wanted to apologize

public display of subservience. He snatched the box, popping a piece of the almond confecti

ing my revulsion, and

ench across the quad when Alice O'D

rayson collapsed! He started turning purple and couldn't breathe. They had to ru

d a beat. *Anap

cloying gesture. I had no idea he was deathly allergic to almond

ispered, carefully

ession at Trinity College. I felt a newfound surge of confidence, completely unaware that the true

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Marrying My Cheating Fiance's Ruthless Uncle

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“In my past life, my fiancé Grayson Falcone locked me in an abandoned warehouse to die of a fever while he paraded his mistress around the city. I opened my eyes and was reborn right on the night of the Plaza Hotel gala. Just like before, Grayson swam right past me in the freezing fountain, pulling his dripping mistress into his arms in front of New York's elite mafia families. He publicly shattered our honor, leaving me to face absolute social death. But this time, Damon Falcone-Grayson's uncle and the most feared Don in the city-stepped out of the shadows, wrapped me in his coat, and carried me away. To safely destroy the betrothal, I decided to become Grayson's worst nightmare. I played the suffocatingly devoted fiancée, even "accidentally" feeding him his lethal allergen. But my plan completely backfired. Instead of breaking the engagement, Grayson developed a sick, morbid fascination with my lethal intentions. Even worse, Damon cornered me in his private shooting range, his eyes burning with a terrifying, dark obsession as he pinned me against his chest. I didn't understand why my calculated revenge was spiraling so dangerously out of control. Thanks to the vicious rumors about Damon carrying me away, the furious family matriarch slammed her hand on the table to protect the family's honor. "The rumors end now. Grayson and Isabella will marry next month."”