Married To My Ex-Husband's Billionaire Uncle

Chapter 4 When It Rains, It Pours

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er, his gaze analytical, as if assessing the structural integrity of he

ook care of you." He was trying to reframe it again, not as an assault, but

y on high alert. "I'm not jumping from one cage into another." The very idea of be

on, but as a fact. "I can. Wealth. Status. Protection." He paused, letting the

immering with possibility. A part of her, the part that was raw and ble

ant anything from you. I just want to leave." She tried one last

almost imperceptible nod. He reached into the inner pocket of his suit jacket and produ

, holding it out to her. "Fo

uestion. It w

glancing at it before shoving it into the pocket of he

to hide her from his view. She sagged against the cool metal wall, gasping for a

she pulled out her phone an

send to my room last night?" she dem

ou talking about? Belle, it was a joke! A stupid, drunk

one nothing, sent no one. Isabelle hung

oom. She had gotten into the wrong bed. She had offered hersel

card from her pocket, stared at the elegant gold lettering for a second, and then, with a

nto the blinding morning sun. Her p

a weary, irritat

Miller from the NYPD's 19th Precinct. Your mother, Marion Wells, has been taken i

elle's ears. "What? That's impossible! You have the wrong per

r of the previous night. The next, that disaster was

st Side. Slumped in the back seat, she felt the city blur past her in a meaningless smear of yellow and gray.

d brought clarity. This

rock, her entire world. She had to

abelle threw a wad of cash at the driver and scrambled out, her heart a block

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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.”