Married To My Ex-Husband's Billionaire Uncle

Chapter 5 A Desperate Plea

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e and fear. Isabelle saw her mother, Marion Wells, sitting at a metal table. She

t was the first thing she said. "Where w

. Not now. She looked at the faint red marks on her mother's wrists where the h

barely a whisper. "Bradfo

face a mask of shock. "Whe

elle's, flashed with realization. "It was them, wasn't it? This is the Spencers. This is their revenge." She remembere

lle insisted, forcing herself to focus. "What

major distribution deal with Veridian Foods. But the first shipment had been flagged. Lab tests sho

d to have happened during shipping or in storage." Her eyes locked with Isabelle's, f

licked into place

ronomical. They're saying I could face prison time, Belle." M

ad built her business from nothing, who would

u have to go to Bradford. Please. For the sake of what you two once had.

ot only cheated on her but was now actively trying to destroy her moth

, pleading face. She had no choice. Her own p

d tasting like defeat. "O

t, the city's noise a dull roar in her ears. She took a de

one picked up. But it wasn't his voice. It was

shower right no

best friend. The victor, a

s there something you need? Brad's not really interested in ta

she'd ever owned. She had sold it without a second thought to help fund Bradford's first s

was the only thing they had left. If t

it's an emergency. It's about my mother," she said, her voice flat

't be able to resist the opportunity to see her beg. The thought made her feel di

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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.”