Trapped By My Ex's Ruthless Uncle

Chapter 6

Word Count: 823 | Released on: 11/06/2026

dead. The scent of her mother's perfume-lavender and old books-was gone. I

ed to read-all of it had vanished. The entire space had been transformed into a monument to Hillary's vanity. It was a walk-

ide Murphy had been

e's bones. Without a word, she walked to the nearest rack of clothes and, with a smooth, delib

echoed from the doorway. She rushed in, her face

chillingly calm. "I'm taking out the tr

w!" Hillary screech

eans it belongs to me," Chloe stated, her voice flat and absolute. "

Tears welled. "I know you hate me, sis,"

on. He took in the scene-the overturned rack, Hillary's tear-strea

oved to Hillary's side, wrapping a protective arm around her shoulders.

. A vulture picking at a carcass. But looking at them now, at the easy

"When?" she asked, her voice barel

y, a flicker of guilt in his e

r. Her voice trembled, but she held his gaze. "Answer

te, don't," she sobbed. "It'll only hurt her more." It was a masterful p

pressure of her stare was relent

, his voice laced with irritation. "A mon

s the month her mother's medical bills had tripled. The month she had worked three jobs, taking every grimy,

sleeping with

l clarity. She started to laugh. A raw, broken sound that was more sob than mirth. She laughed

er, bewildered by her

, all the betrayal, all the grief of the past five years was channeled into he

ted with his jaw wi

trickling from the corner of his mouth. He looked at h

her gaze sweeping over the tw

ing with cold fury, "was for the

he door. "Now take your fiancée, and ge

tears, were fixed on them, two

ging with the finality of a death sentence, "we ar

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Trapped By My Ex's Ruthless Uncle

Xie Huan Modern

“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.”