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Trapped By My Ex's Ruthless Uncle

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 861    |    Released on: 11/06/2026

aving Chloe gasping for air, curled in the corner of the seat l

adn't just shattered what was left of her world. He looked at

Nathaniel's name flashed on the screen. Clayton answe

and oblivious. "Hillary and I were just finalizing the guest list. T

e's heart. Her stepsister. The girl who had made her

so casually, was a poisoned dagger twisting in a wound she didn't

in on her face. A flicker of something else-i

d into the phone, his gaze never l

t's wrong?" he asked, his voice laced with mock sym

bit out, the words raw. "An

s a waste of time," Clayton said, and f

r. "You've been having me investigated, haven't you?" A sudden, chillin

his voice dropping. "For example, I know your stepmother, Annette, had a difficult pregnancy. I know

ret, whispered behind closed doors

l incision. "I also know that when your mother's car went off that bridge, the brake

t was a tragic accident, a result of icy roads. The thought that it could have

d, the words barely audible

erate. "I need you to stay close to me. In return, I will make sure the people who hurt you face the

catch. "Help me?" she echoed, her voice dripping with dis

ening, "is offer you something no one el

s?" she demanded. "Men like you

flickered in his storm-gray eyes, gone before she c

n't explain," s

o know is that you need protection and resources you don't have. I can give

od and defeat filling her mouth. "And i

e. Your loyalty. Your time. You stay at my side for as long as I n

a hot path down her cold cheek. This was a deal with the d

. for the truth... s

ld and hard as his. "Fine," she said, her voice a d

O

speak of Nathan

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Trapped By My Ex's Ruthless Uncle
Trapped By My Ex's Ruthless Uncle
“I woke up in a sprawling Manhattan penthouse, wearing a stranger's oversized shirt, with dark bruises blooming across my collarbone. My phone was gone, replaced by a black credit card and a note with a single word: Stay. The man who claimed me wasn't just some random billionaire. He was Clayton Rhodes, the terrifying uncle of my ex-boyfriend, Nathaniel. And Nathaniel was currently planning his engagement party to my cruel stepsister, Hillary. My stepfamily had stolen my mother's inheritance, driven me out, and orchestrated the car crash that left my mother on life support. When I was working three jobs to pay her $300,000 medical bills, Nathaniel was secretly sleeping with Hillary. "I want your presence. Your loyalty. Your time. You stay at my side, and the Murphys will answer for what they've done." Clayton offered me a deal with the devil. He paid my mother's bills and helped me destroy my stepfamily, but in exchange, he owned me completely. I signed the contract, thinking it was just a business transaction for revenge. But Clayton's protection quickly morphed into a terrifying, suffocating obsession. He tracked my every move, isolated me, and brutally crushed anyone who even looked at me. I thought I was just a helpless pawn in his twisted game of control. Until one night, I glanced at his unlocked phone and my blood ran cold. On his screen was the highly classified symbol of the Chiron Network-the elite, anonymous hacker collective. He didn't just want Chloe, the disgraced heiress. He was hunting my hidden identity, Nyx. I grabbed my clothes, opened the heavy front door, and ran into the night.”