Sleeping With My Ex's Ruthless Billionaire Uncle

“At my rehearsal dinner, my fiancé Coleman abandoned me to rush to the hospital. His "savior" and first love, Elia, had been in a minor car accident. When I followed him there, I saw him holding her hands with an agonizing tenderness he had never shown me in our three years together. Through the gap in the blinds, Elia locked eyes with me and gave a deliberate smirk. When I tried to leave, I was assaulted by his family's security guards and thrown into a freezing police precinct. Coleman refused to bail me out, claiming he couldn't leave Elia's side. Instead, his ruthless billionaire uncle, Axel Arnold, dragged me out, only for me to be drugged by his associate and wake up in Axel's bed with a ruined dress and bruised skin. Before I could even process the shame, Coleman publicly announced the postponement of our wedding, turning me into the city's ultimate laughingstock. For years, I had endured the biting cold of an Aspen avalanche to save his life, only for Elia to steal the credit and my fiancé. They thought I was just a grateful, adopted orphan they could bleed dry to secure the Cooper family's wealth. But I was done being their punching bag. I marched straight to his penthouse, threw the three-carat diamond ring right at his chest, and left the city. Six months later, his mother called, threatening to bankrupt my family if I didn't return to their estate by dinner. I gripped my phone, a cold fire igniting in my eyes. "Book us the next red-eye flight to New York." This time, I was going back to burn their world to the ground.”