Marrying My Cheating Fiance's Ruthless Uncle

Chapter 7 7

Word Count: 653 | Released on: 03/04/2026

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ent of expensive French perfumes clashed with the metallic tang of dry earth and old gunpowder. I stood in the

ined loudly, making sure everyone heard. "Whoever this 'instructor' is, he clearly doesn't understand

ad, a black, bulletproof Cadillac V-16 rol

ned, and Damon Fal

s storm-blue eyes swept the range, calculating and cold. "My business does not wait for you

silence that followed was absolute. Damon had establis

y Springfield M1903 rifles were distributed to each of us.

ibly heavy. Within seconds, Valentina lowered her barrel an inch, her face

n who cannot bear the weight of steel does not deserv

Valentina swallowed her pride and raised the

bysmal. The rifle felt like lead, pulling my shoulders down, my posture crumbling with every passing second. I

ed brea

inst the base of my spine. I gasped. He pushed the barrel upward, forcing my back straight, then

ugh me, perfectly mirroring the dark, possessive dream

k, and whispered into my ear. "Your fac

as a promise. Heat flooded my neck, a mix of profound shame and terrifying awa

our physical conditioning is pathetic," he announced

as this exact physical weakness that had left me defenseless when Grayson and Clara locked me in that freezi

the heavy rifle, my muscles screaming in agony, but I refused to lower the barrel. I would master this stee

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Marrying My Cheating Fiance's Ruthless Uncle

Sumner Upsdell Mafia

“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."”