Married To My Ex-Husband's Billionaire Uncle

Chapter 7 Champagne of Severance

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m begging you. Please, just leave my mother out of this. She's not well. This could kill

med to inflate Bradford's ego. A crue

ur knees. Right here. Pour a glass of champagne for me and Cinda, and tell e

lit up with m

ce a low caress of power, "and I'

enge. It was about utter a

deeply uncomfortable, muttered, "Br

a look that sile

Isabelle. If you were truly sorry, you'd show some real remorse.

rembled, a war raging within her. Kneel, and her mother might b

"Why?" she asked, her voice hollow. "Why does it

to strike a nerve. H

hat you are nothing without me! I'm proving that you

ded core of it all. His pride. He ne

ever going to help her. He was only going to d

ying calm washed over her. The despair had burned aw

t get on

reached out and picked up a tall, flute

oured it. Slowly, deliberately, letting the cold, bubbling liquid run over his perfe

r voice chillingly calm, "to t

ther glass and turned to a shrieking Cinda,

for you,

landed with a sharp crack that echoed the fin

iliated couple, she turned and walked out of t

release. Ten years of her life, ten years of love and compromise and hope,

g her empty and lost. What now? Her mother was still

hing in her pocket, brushed a

oyd's busi

eeing the hotel, some primal instinct for survival must have made her reach in

under the streetlights. One path led to certain ruin with Bradf

o choice le

er phone and dialed the number. It was an invitation

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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.”