Marrying The Cheating Ex's Billionaire Uncle

Chapter 4

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dache and the unfamiliar softness

was a floor-to-ceiling window framing a panoramic view of the Manhat

lk sheet pooling around her wa

. The rasp of a man's jaw against her cheek. The taste of whiskey.

it. She had slept wi

waves-first a dull confusion, then a creeping horror,

ad she

y she had ever seen. The man was clearly wealthy. The other side of the kin

ning came from an adjoini

. Her only thoug

carpet. Her clothes were scattered on the floor. She pulled on

y to flee, when her eyes caug

small, blac

er panic. At least she hadn't lo

ped open

x was

at ring-redesigned from a piece of her mother's jewelr

ugly, guttural sound that came from somewhere deep and raw. She began tearin

he one thing she had

away. To a stra

like a physical thing. She wanted to disappear. Sh

water in the ba

late to run. She had

o face the door, steeling herself for a c

a white towel knotted low on his hips. Droplets of wa

from the bar. Coldly, brutally handsome. He was

cool and impersonal, as if

nd her voice.

ced down at his left hand, as if to c

s when sh

r. It looked achingly familiar. He

e band. For a split second, she saw it clearly. The tiny, elega

s her

lm with a flippant air, as if it meant nothing. "Take it," she remembered saying, her voice light and dismissive. "It's yours now."

her's jewelry-handed it over with a flippant smile, as if it meant nothing. As if three years of carrying her mother's

finger. Would he think that givin

ad been drunk. Because she had been careless

he said, his voi

think. She could only stare at th

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Marrying The Cheating Ex's Billionaire Uncle

Dolorita Drinker Modern

“For three years, Seraphina played the perfect, supportive girlfriend to Julian, a supposedly struggling student, hoping his love would save her from a vicious step-family. But when she finally knelt down to propose, he fled in a panic. Following him to an exclusive club, she uncovered a shattering truth: he was actually a billionaire heir, and their entire relationship was nothing but a cruel bet. Hiding in the shadows, she listened as Julian bragged to his wealthy friends. "I'll have my fun, and then I'll dump her." He mocked her innocent devotion, laughing about how her desperate love was a pathetic joke. Her three years of sacrifice meant absolutely nothing. To make matters worse, she soon learned her stepmother was already secretly plotting to marry her stepsister off to Julian, stealing her only way out. A frozen, suffocating rage consumed her heart. How could someone casually destroy another person's life for sport? She refused to be his naive, helpless victim anymore. If her purity was just a punchline to his arrogant friends, she would show him exactly how ruthless she could be. In a reckless act of revenge, she threw herself at a cold, commanding stranger in the bar, leaving her late mother's ring behind in his hotel bed. But when she later crossed paths with the stranger, she froze. He was Damian Carlisle-Julian's untouchable, ruthlessly powerful uncle. "If your concern is about me, you can relax. That night was my first time as well." Staring at the most dangerous man in New York, Seraphina didn't run. Instead, she knew exactly who she was going to marry to destroy them all.”