Sweet Revenge: Kissing My Ex's Uncle

Chapter 2

Word Count: 842 | Released on: 22/04/2026

or, the image burned itself

ss them. He had Brielle pressed against the arm of a sofa, his hands locked on her waist. Brielle's fin

runken fumble. It was

ed from Eleanora

d floor with a dul

pped toward the door. Kason's face, when he saw her, wasn't guilty. It wasn't a

t out a soft, deliberate giggle. Her eyes,

tore at her throat. "It's your birthday." As if that ex

casually straightening his shirt. "The party'

en bothering to move from the sofa. She looked Eleanora up and down, a cruel smi

laps. Each one landed

d, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "Yo

t and thick, but she refused to let them fa

ward. She lunged, her hand raised to strike

, serpentine motion. In her hand was a glass of red win

ont of Eleanora's dress. It bloomed ag

dark stain spreading over her c

ive hand at her as if shooing away a fl

he doorframe. The sharp pain was a distant, gr

stifle the sob that was clawing its w

om the laughter, away from the music, away

ollided with a wai

ral colorful cocktails shattered on the floor,

ace pale with panic. He fumbled to offer her a bottl

ng a small glass of amber liquid from his tray. "Please, miss, it's a special c

a physical thing, a thirst. Without thinking, without even registering what

a relief. There was an aftertaste she couldn't p

gnore

e. But the hallway seemed to twist and turn. The light

pread through her veins. Her skin became hypersensitive, the silk

was dark, silent. The air was cool. It w

g for relief from the internal furnace. Her he

slightly ajar. Through it, she saw a f

iren's call. To quench the fire. To wash

shed the door open and staggered

en, sh

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“Eleanora arrived at the city's most exclusive club with a custom cake, ready to surprise her boyfriend of six years, Kason, for his birthday. But when she opened the suite door, she found him pressing her cousin Brielle against the sofa, kissing her passionately. Brielle splashed red wine over Eleanora's silk dress, mocking her as a passionless dead fish. "Get out. Don't stand there and ruin my night." Kason didn't even look guilty as he waved her away like a nuisance. Fleeing in tears, Eleanora accidentally drank a spiked cocktail and stumbled into a dark penthouse pool. She was pulled from the water by Horace Reeves-Kason's terrifying, billionaire uncle and the ruthless black sheep of the family. Drugged and hallucinating, she clung to him and whispered Kason's name. "Since he didn't want you, I'll be happy to take his place." That single word triggered a dark, possessive fury in the billionaire as he pinned her to his bed, claiming her completely. Waking up covered in bruises, she realized her six years of blind loyalty had been a complete joke. She had escaped a cheating boyfriend only to be trapped by the most dangerous predator in Manhattan. Forced by her mother to attend a family dinner that very night, she was suddenly dragged into a dark VIP room by Horace. He kissed her brutally against the door, just as Kason and Brielle walked by and pushed it open. Seeing his uncle pressing his ex-girlfriend against the wall, Kason's jaw went slack in absolute shock. Horace slowly lifted his head, his eyes like chips of ice as he looked at his nephew. "Get out."”