Married To My Ex-Husband's Billionaire Uncle

Chapter 8 The Devil's Invitation

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nly once before

calm and devoid of any surprise. He didn't ask who was calling. He knew. The tho

began, her voice strained, "I need your help. My mother..." She quickly, conc

the other end. Not of con

his tone flat. "The Box, in SoHo.

r of help. It was

estion him. "Okay," she breathed. She hailed a cab and gave the address o

cer's intimidating demeanor vanished, replaced by an oily deference

perfume and sweat. She spotted Grayson in a raised VIP booth, deep in conversation with a few other men, includ

ardly at a distance,

table carrying two drinks. She purred something at him, offering one of the glasses. As she extended her ha

rying to

throat. She took a step forward,

eyes, cold and sharp, flickered d

ened to the last person who tried to play games with me?" he asked,

's face, her painted smile

rm. She didn't even have time to protest before she and her poisoned drink were being forcibly escorted out a side exit. The entire incident took less than

man's ruthlessness was breathtaking. It was one thing to hear the

ut who could also erase her just as easily. A fresh wave of doubt and

cut through the crowded, pulsing room and landed directly

walked toward him, toward the man who held her future in

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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.”