MARRIED TO MY EX'S RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE UNCLE
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Nica caught her boyfriend, Chris, and her best friend, Ella, in a shocking betrayal. Chris was kissing Ella while caressing her close, and Ella only smirked at Nica as if she had won. Nica got pissed off and swore she would not let their betrayal go unpunished. What happens next? Read the story and find out for yourself.
MARRIED TO MY EX'S RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE UNCLE Chapter 1
Nica Matthew was a young woman from a poor home. Despite her struggles, she was kind, hardworking, and hopeful about love. She had been dating Chris Elio, a handsome young man from an average family, and believed he truly cared for her.
But the person who was supposed to protect and stand by her no matter what, her best friend, Ella Mark, had secretly betrayed her. Unknown to Nica, Ella was involved with Chris behind her back.
As the days passed, Nica began to notice Chris acting strangely. He was distant, full of excuses, and constantly avoiding her. Whenever she wanted to spend time with him, he always had a reason to leave. Yet somehow, he always seemed available whenever Ella called.
One afternoon, Chris received an invitation to an engagement party. As he read the letter, Ella sat beside him, smiling mischievously.
"I'll go with you," Ella said confidently. "And trust me, I'll be the most beautiful, hottest, and sexiest woman at that party."
Chris laughed and pulled her closer.
"That's why I love you," he said. "You're bold and confident."
The two of them agreed to attend together, leaving Nica behind.
What they did not know was that Nica had also been invited by someone else.
The day of the party finally arrived.
Chris adjusted his watch and grabbed his car keys.
"I have somewhere important to be," he told Nica casually. "Don't wait up for me. I may not come back tonight."
Nica frowned slightly but nodded.
"Okay."
She stepped closer, trying to hug him goodbye, but Chris pushed her away coldly and walked out without another word.
Left alone in the quiet house, Nica sat on the couch feeling lonely and restless. Then suddenly, she glanced at her phone and remembered the engagement party.
"Oh no!"
She rushed to her room and dressed as quickly as she could. She chose a simple long backless dress, slipped into small heels, loosely curled her hair, added a touch of makeup, and wore her nerd glasses. In her hurry, she forgot to carry her bag.
Meanwhile, Chris and Ella had already arrived at the party.
Ella wore a short sleeveless black dress that clung to her curves, paired with high heels and expensive jewelry that sparkled under the lights. Her hair was perfectly styled, and her makeup was flawless.
Chris looked equally sharp in a fitted suit, polished black shoes, and a neat tie.
Guests admired them openly.
"They look perfect together."
"What a beautiful couple."
"They belong with each other."
Ella smiled proudly as she held Chris's arm.
At the entrance, Nica rushed inside and accidentally bumped into a tall man.
She froze.
It was the same man who had paid for her bus fare earlier after she realized she had forgotten her bag at home.
"I'm so sorry!" she blurted out quickly.
Without waiting for his response, she hurried away.
The man stood still, watching her disappear into the crowd with an unreadable expression.
Inside the hall, Nica walked around quietly, sipping from a glass of juice. The glamorous atmosphere made her feel out of place.
After a while, she headed to the restroom.
While inside, she overheard two women talking excitedly.
"Did you see that couple in black? They look stunning together."
"Yes! They fit each other perfectly."
Nica smiled faintly. Though jealousy pricked her heart, she was also happy for whoever they were. She had always longed for a love like that.
When she stepped out of the restroom, her smile faded.
Across the hallway, she saw Chris.
Her breath caught.
No... that can't be possible.
Wasn't he supposed to be at an important meeting?
She rubbed her eyes and pinched herself.
This was no dream.
A small smile formed on her lips as she prepared to walk toward him.
Maybe he had come after all.
But before she could take another step, she froze.
Chris was pressed against the wall... kissing Ella passionately.
His hands were around her waist, while Ella's fingers tangled in his hair.
The world around Nica shattered.
Ella noticed her first.
Instead of shame, Ella smirked and boldly raised her hand, giving Nica an insulting gesture.
Nica's body trembled.
Her best friend.
Her boyfriend.
The two people she trusted most had betrayed her.
Tears burned her eyes as she turned and ran.
She could not breathe.
She could not think.
She only wanted to escape.
But in her haste, her heel caught the edge of the carpet.
She tripped.
Everything around her went dark.
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MARRIED TO MY EX'S RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE UNCLE of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
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7.3
I was tracing the gold paint on my own tombstone when a hand tapped me on the shoulder.
It was Clayton.
The same man who, five years ago, had left me bleeding out in a ditch because he didn't want to be late for my sister's engagement party.
"Die quietly, Ivy," he had said over the phone before hanging up.
Now, standing over my grave, he dropped his cheap plastic flowers in shock.
"Ivy? You're... we buried you."
They hadn't buried me.
They had buried an empty box to save face, mourning a "troubled" daughter they had actually discarded like broken trash the moment I became a liability.
Clayton's shock quickly turned to that familiar, arrogant anger.
He accused me of faking my death for attention.
He told me I was sick for putting the family through such pain.
He even reached out to grab my arm, intending to drag me back to my father to apologize.
"You're coming with me," he spat. "You owe us an explanation."
But he made a fatal mistake.
He thought he was talking to Ivy Dillard, the soft girl who cried when she skinned her knees.
He didn't notice the town car waiting at the curb, or the man stepping out of it.
Before Clayton's fingers could graze my coat, a hand made of steel caught his wrist.
Collin Richardson, the most feared Capo in Chicago, stepped between us.
"Touch my wife again," Collin whispered, his voice promising violence. "And you lose the hand."
I smiled at the terror draining the color from Clayton's face.
I didn't come back from the dead to explain myself.
I came back to bury them.
9.3
Content: (Warning! + 18 Sexual elements, Alpha Wolf, Witch, Cursed Love, Small Town, Young Wolf, War, Age Gap, Passion, Consensual Fantasy, Psychological Elements, Strong Female Lead, Drama, Romance)
Bound by blood, sealed by magic. You have finally come, Rose's daughter...
Eva Rose is the last and most powerful heir of a sacred witch bloodline.
Kael is a cursed Crimson Alpha King.
Centuries ago, on the night they discovered they were fated mates and were about to be married, their enemies attacked to destroy them both. To save Kael, Eva made a desperate choice , she trapped him in a magical sleep for 200 years. The price was her own life.
But their love was so powerful that Eva did not truly die , she was reborn. Through her own bloodline, she returned to the world as the same woman, with the same soul, the same heart.
Now, who is friend and who is enemy? And why does this man feel so strangely familiar? How can you escape someone who even visits your dreams?. 📌📚🔥
7.6
The heavy prison gates clanged shut, ending three years. I scanned the empty lot for Julian, my fiancé. Deserted.
Biting December wind my only welcome. Calls to Julian, father, mother: unanswered/disconnected.
Shivering, Julian's tracker showed an unfamiliar Long Island estate. A freezing cab left me penniless; I walked through the blizzard. Through a mansion window, I saw Julian, my stepsister Clara, a small boy—a perfect family. Julian, who hated children, doted on him, and Clara wore *my* engagement ring.
I overheard Julian's call: he, my father, conspired to frame me for Clara’s medical error, saving their company and future. My family hadn't just abandoned me; they plotted my destruction.
A delayed text from Julian popped up, lying about a "cross-border meeting," promising to pick me up tomorrow. Despair vanished, replaced by a cold, terrifying smile. Typing "Understood," I turned from their stolen life, walking into the blizzard, fueled by burning rage.
8.2
For three years, nineteen-year-old Ella Campbell rotted in a freezing psychiatric isolation room.
Her billionaire family didn't visit her once, only pulling her out today to force her to publicly apologize to Ashlyn, the perfect sister who had framed her.
At Ashlyn's glamorous engagement gala, Ella was treated worse than a stray dog and forced to watch her childhood sweetheart propose to her sister.
When Ella showed no jealousy, her brother Ivan dragged her onto a dark balcony and nearly choked her to death.
Her mother didn't even check if Ella was breathing, merely ordering a makeup artist to paint thick concealer over the dark purple handprints on Ella's neck so the family's stock price wouldn't drop.
Standing under the blinding stage lights in a shapeless gray dress, facing three hundred mocking Wall Street executives, Ella was supposed to be the broken, obedient psycho the Campbells needed.
"I am deeply sorry for the pain I caused."
She was supposed to end the apology there and bow to her abusers, but Ella didn't shed a single tear.
"My only regret is that I didn't insist on waiting for the police to arrive that night. I deeply regret that I didn't demand a full, legal toxicology report to prove to everyone exactly what happened."
As the ballroom erupted into suspicious whispers and her paralyzed twin brother finally saw the violent bruises hidden beneath her makeup, Ella's counterattack against the Campbell family officially began.
8.3
Ayleen Ramirez sat in the sterile Hope Hill Fertility Clinic, her heart shattering as Dr. Finch delivered the crushing news: her third IVF cycle had failed.
Eavesdropping outside a supply closet, she overheard her husband Don on the phone, laughing cruelly. "She's a defective incubator," he sneered to his mistress Alessandra. "I never used my sperm—just cheap bank donation. No trailer trash carries a Bradley heir."
Betrayed, Ayleen confronted him, but her adoptive family ambushed her at home. Her parents and brother sided with Alessandra, now pregnant by Don, demanding Ayleen sign divorce papers to secure family investments. "You're an embarrassment," her mother snapped, threatening to cut her trust fund. Ayleen tossed back their heirloom necklace and walked out.
She stormed the Bradley mansion, slapped divorce papers on Don, packed her bags amid his aunt's insults, and fled into the night.
Drunk in a trendy bar, she stumbled into a powerful stranger—Burdette Guerrero—spilling whiskey on his crotch, then accidentally grabbed a napkin to his trousers. He shoved her away in rage.
Worse, she mistook his penthouse suite for her hotel room, bursting in on his shower, smashing a mirror in panic. He pinned her to the wall, snarling accusations.
How did this arrogant man know her name? Why demand she sign a mysterious contract at 9 a.m.? Devastated and clueless she's actually pregnant—with his stolen heir—Ayleen sobbed alone, the world crumbling.
The next morning, she straightened her spine in the Grand Guerrero lobby, ready to face him and demand answers—no matter the cost.
8.8
The only thing more dangerous than the game is the man guarding the crease.
Lyon Navarro has spent his entire career tearing down the San Diego Stormbreakers. As the city's most ruthless journalist, he's made an art form out of exposing the Alphas' volatile tempers and their scandalous lives off the rink. He's the man they love to hate-until a desperate management team offers him the biggest paycheck of his life to fix their image.
The assignment? Tame the six most notorious werewolves in the league.
But Lyon isn't just dealing with professional athletes; he's stepping into a den of apex predators who have been waiting for him to cross their territory. And they have no intention of playing nice.
Rafael Stone, the team's intense, iron-willed captain, has made one thing clear: if Lyon wants to manage the pack, he's going to have to survive them. But between the locker room tension, the high-stakes pressure of the season, and the way the pack's gazes feel like a physical brand on his skin, Lyon realizes he's no longer just reporting the story-he's the one being hunted.
In a world of adrenaline, cold ice, and raw, lupine desire, Lyon is about to discover that the line between enemy and lover is thinner than a skate blade.
Six Alphas. One PR strategist. And a season that's about to get very, very hot.
Beyond the Ice is a high-stakes, slow-burn MM hockey werewolf romance. Expect intense power dynamics, sizzling tension, and a pack that doesn't just want to win the cup-they want to claim their man.
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