Married To My Ex-Husband's Billionaire Uncle

Chapter 6 The Slow Torture of an Old Love

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Isabelle's eyes scanned the room and landed on Cinda Preston, who was sitting alone in a plush leather booth, a

s," she called out, her voice syrup

to join her and found a small, secluded table in the corn

with a group of men in expensive sui

k. "Did you really divorce that actress, Isabelle, because she

aught in her throat

en like her... all beauty, no brains. She actually thought she was going to be some

hysical blow, knocking

"the Spencer family can't have a woman who's been rolling arou

feeling the heat of a thousand invisible eyes on her. She felt stripped bare, he

lle, there you are!" she exclaimed, her voice just loud enough to carry.

. Their laughter died as they saw her, sitting there, her face ashen. Bradford had the grace to

and forced her legs to move. She wa

, trying to keep the tremor out of it. "I nee

she would endure

ack to Isabelle, his face a cold mask. "Whatever you have to say, you can

al, brutal severing of their past

her is innocent," she said, her voice trembling

hispered, his voice a venomous hiss meant only for her. "Because you were getting

is doing. A petty, cruel punishment

of the Spencer name," he continued, his voice full of a twis

anger, a monster of ego and cruelty. The pain was immense, a crushing weight in her chest. Cinda slid her arm

ood there, absorbing the full, dev

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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.”