Married By Mistake To My Ex's Billionaire Uncle

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d my phone, my broken heels, and bolted. I never kn

into me all at once. A single tear tracked down my cheek as my throat ti

nning our future. He had

my head. "It can't be. I must have ma

andra!" my mi

had left, I forced myself up

im before he saw how tho

as I was terrified of being caught. I knew I should have confronted them, but I couldn't

dly? She was supposed to be

s. Someone slammed into my shoulder. I lost my

orward and falling face-first

hind me. I snapped to attention and threw my arms ar

really using some random guy to stop myself from fallin

still buried in the stranger's chest. He smelled... fuck, he smelle

r care about what was wrong while he was screwing my sister? The stranger's cologne was expensive, but not like Sinclair's-the o

lem' is gone," a deep, mocking voice rumbled above

ath hi

ded, the sneer practical

was still ajar. And right there stood Sin

it

low, deep chuckle that vibrated through my entire body. He was actually laug

pinched his nipple hard through his shirt, desperate to wipe that smug

washed over me, and I shot h

is eyes were so unreadable they looked like bottomless pits. I was completely

let go now," he murmure

door. It was firmly shut, with no

just can't bear to let go?"

d my nose

throat to scrape back some composure. "Sorry about earlier. Um...

dry, sarcas

er I want? As if you co

he city, but I come from a good family, and my ex

l disdain

, I'd give him that-late twenties at most. That left two options: either he was some famous model or singer, or he was one of the

n his nose at me, I whipped out the

highly doubt you're the most expensive guy in t

ard's money. It was the only petty revenge

ed. His gaze dropped to the surname Von Duvall embossed

golo, and you're willin

en we're even," I fired bac

leam lit u

I swipe this, ther

dismissi

oking? The PIN is 199

down withou

like the cat tha

no tears left over the fact that I hadn't smashed Sinclair's face in. We were supposed

ed his hand around my wrist

ney not enough for you?" I panicked, my

me up the stairs toward the quieter galler

and I slammed right into his

l-?" I starte

cross the counter to the bartende

g out now, 'bride-to-be'? Or are you just a scared l

k," I shot ba

as a hiding spot says?" He was deliberately

guy was fast. The stranger dropped onto a stool, slid one

im. The dim bar lighting caught the s

pting, the

ne who would even want someone like her. Sometimes I h

l words drilled

't a c

own next to him, grabbed the glass, and

de-to-be'," I said, wiping my m

he craziest, most liberatin

h. Who was th