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Marrying The Cheating Ex's Billionaire Uncle

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 1112    |    Released on: 07/08/2026

framing a panoramic view of the Manhattan skyline. The morning sun was painting the city in shades of gold. She sat up slowly, the silk sheet pooling around her waist. She was completely naked. Fra

ranger, a wealthy, powerful man. Logically, it should have been a calculated win, a transaction that could work in her favor. Yet all she felt

sh the memories aside, to pretend none of it had ever happened. But the taste of whi

The man was clearly wealthy. The other side of the king-sized bed was empty, rumpled sheets the only

nto the plush carpet. Her clothes were scattered on the floor. She pulled on her dress and trench coat, skip

ng on the nightstand. It was the small, black velvet box. For one foo

ss. At least she hadn't lost the ring. She reached

arp, quiet sob caught in her throat. Not a frantic breakdown. A bitter, hollow sound forced down quickly. She began searching the bed, tossing pillows and pulling at the

reckless stunt, only to lose the most precious thing she owned. The weight of it set

orced her hands to still. She forced her breathing

now. She needed to get that ring back. Taking a deep, steadying breath, she turn

hard planes of his abdomen. She saw his face clearly now. It was him. The man from the bar. Coldly, brutally handsome. He was casu

one flat, distant, no trace

e time on a non-existent watch. And that's when she saw it. A platinum band. On h

, the room seemed to shrink around her. That ring was not supposed to be on anyone's finge

d. For a split second, she saw it clearly. The tiny, elegant, floral

hoving the ring into his palm with a flippant air, as if it meant nothing. "Take it," she remembered say

ing a challenge. She remembered the weight of his gaze, the stillness of his hand as he closed his fing

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

s sharp, but she refused to let it show. Not because she had been drunk.

lain. She would get the ring back, and then she would wal

he said, his voi

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Marrying The Cheating Ex's Billionaire Uncle
Marrying The Cheating Ex's Billionaire Uncle
“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.”