Seducing My Ex's Ruthless Billionaire Uncle

My family's company went bankrupt, and my biological father was lying in the ICU, kept alive by machines that cost tens of thousands a day. I thought it was just a tragic business failure, until I caught my mother in bed with my stepfather. They had secretly transferred all our assets months ago, deliberately bankrupting the company and leaving my father to die. To pay the hospital bills, my stepfather forced me to a private club, trying to sell me to a sleazy investor. When I refused, he slapped me across the face, and my mother just looked at me with cold, dead eyes. "Be realistic, Jaelynn. A woman's body is a tool. Use it to get what you need." Later, right before my father's emergency surgery, my stepfather signed a Do Not Resuscitate order and froze the medical accounts. "If you don't get on your knees and spread your legs for him, I will tell the hospital to pull your father's plug." Standing in the freezing rain, covered in mud and blood, I stared at the astronomical hospital bill in my hand. My own family had plotted to murder my father and sell me to the highest bidder. The betrayal shattered every ounce of sanity I had left. I didn't cry or beg them anymore. Instead, I pulled out a water-stained, gold-embossed business card. It belonged to Dolph Valentine, the most ruthless billionaire in New York and my ex-fiancé's uncle. If they wanted to destroy my life, I was going to sell my soul to the biggest monster of them all and drag them straight to hell.

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The midday sun beat down on the red clay, baking the air until it was thick and hard to breathe.

Jaelynn stood at the baseline. She gritted her teeth against the tearing pain in her wrist. She tossed the neon yellow ball awkwardly into the air with her left hand.

She forced her swollen right hand to grip the racket and swing.

The moment the strings hit the ball, a violent, agonizing jolt of pain shot up her arm, straight into her skull.

The ball barely cleared the net, landing weakly out of bounds.

A few people in the stands let out cruel, mocking laughs.

Jaelynn's face was chalk white. Huge drops of cold sweat rolled down her temples, stinging her eyes. But she didn't stop. She bent down to pick up a second ball.

Dolph stood on the opposite side of the court. He didn't move to return the bad serve.

His dark eyes were locked onto her wrist, which was now swollen to the size of a baseball.

He watched her raise the racket again. A sudden, violent surge of anger and frustration exploded in his chest.

Dolph raised his arm and smashed his own racket violently into the red clay.

The loud, aggressive crack silenced the laughter in the stands instantly.

Dolph swept his cold, murderous gaze over the crowd, daring anyone to speak. "Game over," he announced.

Ortega panicked. He thought Dolph was furious at Jaelynn for ruining the match. Ortega jumped up, pointing a fat finger at her. "You useless piece of trash! Look what you did!"

Dolph ignored Ortega completely. He walked straight to the net, his eyes fixed on Jaelynn.

"Come with me," Dolph ordered. It wasn't a request.

Jaelynn blinked, stunned. She dropped the racket.

Under the shocked stares of the entire country club, she dragged her exhausted, aching body and followed Dolph off the court.

They walked in silence through the long, air-conditioned corridors of the club, heading down to the VIP underground parking garage. The silence between them was heavy and suffocating.

Dolph stopped in front of a sleek, black Aston Martin. He pressed a button on his keys, and the headlights flashed in the dim garage.

He pulled open the passenger door. "Get in. I'm taking you to the private clinic down the road to get an X-ray."

Jaelynn stood by the open door. She didn't move.

She knew how this worked. If he took her to the hospital, he would pay the bill, drop her off, and their transaction would be over. She would lose her leverage.

She looked up at his sharp, cold jawline.

Suddenly, she took a large step forward, invading his space. She backed him up until his legs hit the side of the car, trapping him between the open door and her body.

Dolph frowned, his muscles tensing. He opened his mouth to tell her to back off.

Before he could speak, Jaelynn pushed up on her tiptoes. She grabbed the collar of his expensive polo shirt with her good left hand, pulled his head down, and crashed her lips against his.

It was a desperate, messy kiss. She had no technique. Her lips were trembling, tasting of salty sweat and fear.

Dolph's entire body went rigid. His hands instantly came up, gripping her shoulders to push her away.

But as his fingers dug into her skin, he felt how violently she was shaking. He felt her swollen, broken right hand resting weakly against his chest, trying to hold onto him.

His hands stopped pushing.

Jaelynn felt his hesitation. She thought she had failed. A wave of crushing despair washed over her, and she started to pull her lips away.

The second she retreated, Dolph's control snapped.

His large hand slid to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. He yanked her back, crushing his mouth down onto hers with terrifying force.

He kissed her like he wanted to devour her. His tongue forced her lips apart, sweeping through her mouth, taking everything.

He pushed her backward until her spine hit the cold metal of the Aston Martin. The freezing car body and his burning hot mouth sent a violent shock through her nervous system.

Dolph's hands slid down her back, gripping her waist. He lifted her slightly off the ground, pressing her body flush against his.

Jaelynn let out a muffled gasp. Her injured right wrist accidentally bumped hard against his solid chest.

Tears of pure physical agony sprang to her eyes.

Feeling her flinch, Dolph ripped his mouth away. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving.

He looked down at her swollen lips and the tears in her eyes.

"Damn it," he cursed, his voice a raw, gravelly growl in the quiet garage.

He didn't mention the hospital again. A look of self-disgust flashed across his face. Angry at his own loss of control, he grabbed her by the waist, practically throwing her into the passenger seat, and leaned over to buckle her seatbelt.

Dolph walked around the car and slid into the driver's seat. He slammed his hand against the push-to-start button.

The Aston Martin's V12 engine roared to life like an angry beast. The tires screeched against the concrete as the car shot out of the parking garage.

Jaelynn leaned her head back against the leather seat. She looked at Dolph's tight jaw profile. She knew, in that moment, she had successfully torn off his mask of indifference.

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The first clue my life was a lie was a moan from the guest room. My husband of seven years wasn't in our bed. He was with my intern. I discovered my husband, Brendan, was having a four-year affair with Kiya-the talented girl I was mentoring and personally paying tuition for. The next morning, she sat at our breakfast table in his shirt while he made us pancakes. He lied to my face, promising he'd never love another, just before I learned she was pregnant with his child-a child he'd always refused to have with me. The two people I trusted most in the world had conspired to destroy me. The pain wasn't something I could live with; it was an annihilation of my entire world. So I made a call to a neuroscientist about his experimental, irreversible procedure. I didn't want revenge. I wanted to erase every memory of my husband and become his first test subject.

Action Modern Romance

8.1

Fake It Till You Ace It

8.1

Iverson played the role of a rebellious, useless loser to survive in his mother's new wealthy family. He deliberately tanked his grades and hid his genius so his perfect stepbrother wouldn't feel threatened. But when a violent gang extorted Brenda, the only woman who actually acted like a real mother to him, Iverson dropped the act. He brutally dismantled four armed thugs with a broken aluminum pole to save her life. At the police station, he faked being a terrified victim to avoid jail. But when his biological mother arrived, she didn't even ask if he was hurt. Instead, she glared at him with pure disgust. "How much more humiliation are you going to put me through?" She threw a tutoring folder at his chest, praising his stepbrother's Ivy League prospects while threatening to cut off Iverson's trust fund for fighting over slum trash. Iverson clenched his fists in silence. He had deliberately played the idiot and ruined his own reputation just to keep her safe in that toxic mansion. Yet, she looked at him like he was absolute garbage. She truly believed he was just a brainless thug holding her back. Back in his room, Iverson locked the heavy oak door and booted up his highly encrypted laptop. The screen loaded into the world's most elite underground academic network. "Welcome back, Rank 1." He stared at the glowing screen with a cold, dangerous smile. He was done playing the fool.

Action Billionaire Modern

7.8

From Beloved To Battered: Her Reckoning

7.8

My husband, Chase, was having an affair. But when I confronted him, he didn't just admit it-he told me he was tired of my ambition and that his new lover, a diner waitress, was everything I wasn't: simple and undemanding. Then he pushed me down the stairs. The fall cost me our unborn child. As I lay broken in the hospital, his mistress, Joy, visited. Under the guise of care, she forced a foul soup down my throat, whispering it was the "blood and flesh" of my dead baby. When I fought back, Chase walked in, saw Joy on the floor, and ordered his bodyguards to beat me for hurting her. One hundred slaps. Each one chipping away at the nine years of love I had for him. He had promised to be my anchor, but he had become the storm that wrecked me. Why did the man who once cherished my brilliance now despise it? Why did he protect the monster who tormented me while destroying me and our child? Lying on the cold hospital floor, bruised and bleeding, I finally understood. The love was dead. And with it, the woman who had ever loved him. I picked up my phone and made a call. It was time to burn it all down.

Action Modern Romance

9.7

He Broke Me, Another Man Fixed Me

9.7

My husband, the ruthless Don of the Parks family, made his choice. When his mistress burst in screaming that her son was sick, Jackson didn't hesitate. He left me—his wife who had just been poisoned—pinned against the wall to die, rushing to comfort a child who wasn't even his blood. That night, "Elena Parks" died in a fiery car crash. I spent years rebuilding myself in France, hidden by Hamilton Nixon, a man who loved me in the shadows. I finally found peace. I finally felt free. But Jackson found out the truth. He discovered the boy was another man's son and that his mistress had been drugging him. Instead of letting me go, his grief turned into a terrifying obsession. He hunted me down, kidnapped me, and dragged me back to the estate that had been my prison. I woke up tied to our marriage bed with silk ribbons. "I'm building a garden," he whispered maniacally, stroking my hair as I struggled against the bonds. "Just like you wanted. We're going to be happy." He thought kidnapping was a grand romantic gesture. He thought he could erase the abuse with a fresh coat of paint and forced proximity. But he underestimated me. And he underestimated Hamilton. After a violent rescue, I rose from the ashes not as his wife, but as a titan of industry. Six months later, Jackson stormed the stage at my global summit. He knelt before me on live television, holding a ten-carat pink diamond, thinking he could buy my forgiveness. "I'm ready to take you back," he announced to the world. I looked at the man who had destroyed me, then at Hamilton, the man who had saved me. I grabbed Hamilton's lapels and kissed him in front of millions. "There is no 'us', Jackson," I told him into the microphone, watching his world shatter. "You are just haunting a graveyard."

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7.1

Her Rebirth For Revenge

7.1

They said she killed the prince, but what if they were wrong? Selene was the pack's beloved queen until everything changed. Someone put poison in the prince's drink and he died. Everyone blamed Selene. Her own husband, the king, said she had to die. But Selene didn't do it. The night before her death, a magic lady saved her. She gave Selene special powers that let her know when people tell lies. Now Selene looks different and has a new name. She comes back to her old home as a stranger. No one knows who she really is. She can hear the truth now, and the truth is scary. The real killer is still there, hurting more people. He has big plans to destroy everyone she once loved. Her old husband still thinks about her every day. His heart is broken because he thinks he killed his wife. But the new Selene is not the same person anymore. She is stronger and has magic powers. She wants to catch the real bad guy and save her people. But doing the right thing might mean losing everything again. Will she tell everyone who she really is, or will she keep her secret forever?

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Seducing My Ex's Ruthless Billionaire Uncle

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