Seducing My Ex's Ruthless Billionaire Uncle

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, the air smelled of expensi

white as she gripped her black quilted Chanel clutch.

ped into her personal space. His f

nd shoved her hard a

er spine hitting the col

funding from the investors tonight," Artie warned, his voice a harsh,

She bit so hard she tasted the sh

violent knot, bile rising

ream, to hit him, but the image of her father, Garfield, lying in t

nce the Grant family company filed for bankruptcy under the Bankruptcy Cod

ushed open the heavy door to the VIP room an

ned against the cold wall and dragged

through the half-open crack o

dark, illuminated only

to the man sitting at the cent

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. He wasn't talking to anyone. He was just sitting there, his l

k. C

o cut through the

ence, Filiberto Ortega, a balding inv

of dark liquor. His greedy eyes dragged down

o her, his lips curling

x. She swallowed the nausea rising in her

e crystal, she intentiona

lass

the back of the room. Half of the dark red wine splashed directl

m instantly froze. The

y looked down at the dark stain

. His dark, oppressive e

e a physical weight pre

to steady, putting on a perfectly calculated lo

Chanel bag, pulling o

, stepping closer, reaching ou

k. He coldly swat

nd and took long, purposeful strides toward the

, who was calling her

it slightly, and followed Dolph's path, her high

heavy wooden door of t

shut, Jaelynn turned her body sidewa

pitch black. The m

her eyes, a large, solid bod

ynn to step back until her spine sl

echoed in th

back, but she tilted

ers out and started unbuttonin

, letting the smell of alcohol on her

abbed her slender wrist, his grip

r eyebrows pulling

s," Dolph muttered, his voice a

ay. Instead, she pushe

s the skin of his throat, right over his Adam's apple. S

hitched for a fr

s gleam flashed

His hands moved to her face, and h

ss. It was a punishin

xygen. Her hands instinctively flew up, gripping h

ds slid down the

a sharp, violent pull, he ripped the hi

illed the dark room. The air

sive gamble. She squeezed her eyes shut, letting her

their clothes became tangled, a loud, ang

e is

Valentine. H

went rigid. Her pupi

r flooded her veins, turn

a waiter. "Did you see a woma

ere getting closer to

hands against Dolph's chest, trying to push

rms around her waist, pinning her tightly a

rified eyes. A cruel, wicked smirk

nd bit down hard on h

sharply at th

her own mouth, terrified that even a whimper wo

steps stopped

against the heavy wo

hrough the door and strai

e casually adjusted the col

, his lips bru

spered, saying the

. The power map of New York's e

of Gordon's powerful, reclusive uncle, a man who was whispered about in hushed tones on the Upper East Sid

gister in her eyes. He let

ked toward the door. His large ha

inst the wall, sliding into the b

mechanical click o

tared at Dolph's broad back, a crazy, desperate p