Marrying My Cheating Fiance's Ruthless Uncle

Chapter 9 9

Word Count: 727 | Released on: 03/04/2026

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ttempt, Gina practically vibrated with nervou

h at the wall, Grayson didn't stay angry. Leo said he actually smiled. He asked Leo, '

rothal. Instead, my sudden display of lethal intent had somehow bypassed his arroga

ing than Clara now," Gina added

rmured, though unease prickled my skin. "I'll u

g range weighed heavily on my bones. Gina and I were walking down the dim, Persian-ca

uietly. "If Grayson is looking for my atten

orridor instantl

ached itself from the

Damon didn't even look at her. His storm-blue eyes were locked onto me, radiati

Damon said, his voice a lethal, velvet ras

he library," I stammered, heat rushing to my cheeks as I realized I had co

ing the absolute, crushing weight of a Do

ng me trembling in his wake. I thought he was furious about my broken promis

bathed in the dying, golden light of the setting sun. The scent of age

amed from the push-ups in the mud, and the quiet isolation of the penthouse finally broke

ss pulled

Cuban cigars pulled me back to the surface. The air was

amon was sitting in the leather chair beside me. He was perfectly still, his broad shoulders relax

-it all blurred seamlessly into the dream I'd had nights ago. The dream where

and entirely defenseless against the phantom memory

p it

the quiet room, fr

es vanished, instantly replaced by a Siberian winter. The air

muscle feathered in his cheek. The sheer viol

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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."”