Married To My Ex-Husband's Billionaire Uncle

Chapter 3 Payment in Marriage

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name, the syllables feeling foreign and sharp on

ross a crowded ballroom, a formidable figure surrounded by other powerful men. He ha

e dangerous, more untouchable than any other. This man could ruin her. With a single

, that it was a calculation, began to take root. Fe

e shaking. "Last night was a complete and utter mistake. I was drunk, I wasn't thinking, I..." She was trying to frame it as an a

he jacket off one shoulder, letting the silk of his shirt pull taut against his back. There, stark against his tanned

tion hung in the air, heavy with implication. "From where I

ht. He wasn't a participant; he was

no!" she argued, her voice weak. She had to make him see he was just as

mly shrugging his jacket back into place. He buttoned it with a slow, del

nd unyielding as granite. "So, to compensate me for my... damages,

st have misheard. She stared at him, searching his face f

am. The sheer absurdity of it pushed her fear aside, replacing it with white-hot ang

e trembling with indignation. "I'm your nephew's w

a profound insult, a violation o

bond as irrelevant. "Which means your connection to him is termin

her. "I am concerned with solving problems. And

his wasn't a negotiat

'problem' just fine last night." She threw his own participation back in his face, trying to shatter his

ility is the price you must pay." He twisted her words, repositioning her actions as the ca

with a tidal wave. He bent reality to his will. She was utterly, completely a

The clean, sharp scent of his cologne-bergamot and something woodsy-filled her

proximity and his impossible dem

jaw tight with the last vestiges of

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Married To My Ex-Husband's Billionaire Uncle

Sofia Wade Modern

“To celebrate the end of her ten-year marriage, Isabelle Wells got blackout drunk and used a hotel keycard gifted by a friend to find an "escort." She poured out her heart about her husband Bradford cheating on her with her best friend, then dragged the handsome stranger into bed. But the next morning, the "escort" was wearing a tailored Armani suit. He wasn't a paid professional. He was Grayson Lloyd, the ruthless billionaire head of the Lloyd empire-and her ex-husband's untouchable uncle. Grayson trapped her against the door, showing her the scratch marks on his back, and coldly demanded she marry him as "compensation." Terrified, Isabelle fled, only to receive a devastating phone call. Bradford had framed her mother's small business for food contamination, threatening her with prison time. When Isabelle desperately rushed to beg Bradford for mercy, he and his mistress laughed in her face. "Get on your knees and tell everyone how you failed our marriage." Bradford sneered in the crowded bar, demanding she take the blame publicly just to save her mother. Isabelle stared at the man she had loved and supported for a decade. He didn't want to help; he just wanted to completely break her spirit and prove she was nothing without him. The despair burned away, leaving behind cold steel. Instead of kneeling, Isabelle poured a glass of champagne over Bradford's head, doused her former best friend, and walked out. Pulling out Grayson Lloyd's black business card, she dialed the devil's private number. She was going to marry the uncle, and they were all going to pay.”