MARRIED TO MY EX'S RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE UNCLE
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.
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Chapter 5
Nica looked disappointed, but Jordan suddenly started smiling.
"I was just kidding," he said. "That contract is only for you, and you alone."
Nica was stunned and did not know what to say.
Jordan asked her to follow him, and soon they arrived at his office. Nica stared in amazement.
"Wow..." she whispered. The exterior of the building was breathtaking.
As they entered, she was even more shocked. The inside looked like heaven itself...elegant, luxurious, and beautifully designed.
Jordan offered her a seat and told her to wait, explaining that he had an urgent meeting to attend.
While sitting alone in his office, Nica carefully observed the setting and arrangement of the room. Her eyes landed on the portraits hanging on the walls, and she stood up to admire them.
Suddenly, thoughts of betrayal from her ex-boyfriend and former best friend flooded her mind. Her expression hardened with determination. She would expose her so-called best friend's lies and make her boyfriend beg for forgiveness but by then, it would already be too late.
Lost in thought, she barely noticed when Jordan's guard walked in.
"Do you need anything while waiting for Mr. Jordan?" he asked respectfully.
"Just a bottle of water will do," she replied.
Meanwhile, during the meeting, Jordan listened as reports of Chris's mismanagement were presented.
Chris quickly interrupted. "Uncle, please... such conduct will never happen again."
Jordan's face remained cold.
"I do not give second chances."
With those words, he fired Chris on the spot.
Chris refused to accept it and continued begging desperately, but Jordan ended the meeting and announced that a replacement would be found immediately.
As Jordan walked back toward his office, Chris followed closely behind, pleading nonstop. Jordan ignored him completely.
When Jordan opened the office door and stepped inside, Chris caught sight of Nica sitting there. His eyes widened in disbelief.
"No... no, no. Nica can't be here," he muttered. "Maybe I'm imagining things."
To clear his doubts, he remained outside the office.
Back inside, Jordan asked gently, "Are you okay?"
He then ordered his guard to bring the contract documents for Nica to review and sign.
While waiting, Nica pointed at a portrait titled Golden Muse.
"How did you get this?" she asked softly. "That portrait belonged to my mother." Nica said in her thought.
Jordan looked at it thoughtfully.
"I once helped a woman who was in danger," he explained. "She insisted I accept it so she could feel at peace."
Nica wanted to ask more questions, but the guard returned with the documents and handed them to Jordan.
Jordan opened them, pointed to the pages, and showed Nica where to sign after reading through them carefully.
Nica signed.
Jordan felt deeply satisfied. I must win her over, he thought.
For a long time, Jordan had admired Nica from a distance. The only thing that stopped him was the fact that she had been dating his nephew, a complete disgrace in his eyes.
He gently took Nica's hand.
"I will never force you to do anything that hurts you," he said. "And always remember this... you are mine now. I will never let anyone harm you."
For the first time in a long while, Nica felt safe... protected... valued... like someone's priority. It was everything Chris had never made her feel.
Lost in those emotions, she barely heard Jordan ask, "Are you okay?"
"Yes... I... am... fine," she stammered.
Jordan smiled faintly and told her to wait outside while he went to get the car.
As Nica stood outside, Chris suddenly attacked from behind with his words.
"Well, well, well... look who is here. What are you doing in a place like this? This place is far above your class."
Nica smirked coldly.
"That's rich coming from a nobody who survives by hiding behind family connections."
Chris glared angrily.
"At least it's better than where you come from."
He tried to grab her, but Nica swiftly stepped aside, causing him to stumble face-first onto the ground.
She looked down at him without emotion.
"We are done. It's over between us."
Without another word, she walked toward Jordan's car.
Jordan had already opened the door for her. She entered gracefully, and then he turned to Chris.
"This is my final warning," Jordan said darkly. "Never lay your hands on her again. Next time, you may not be so lucky."
Jordan then drove Nica to her house and helped carry her bags to the car.
As they both reached for the same bag, their hands touched.
They froze.
Their eyes locked intensely, neither willing to look away.
Slowly, Jordan leaned closer, about to kiss her......
But suddenly, a cat meowed loudly from behind them.
Nica jumped back in embarrassment.
"Sorry!" she blurted out.
Jordan raised an eyebrow. "Sorry for what?"
Flustered and speechless, Nica quickly turned and walked away.
Jordan simply stood there, smiling at her adorable reaction as he made his way back to his car.
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7.2
Four years ago, Madelynn accepted money from Caiden's family and vanished. She thought it was for the best-he would remain the untouchable heir while she faced her tough life alone.
When they met again, Caiden humiliated her in public, yet appeared when she was cornered by a difficult client, pulling her back into his life.
He forced her to stay as his lover, using her mother's medical bills as leverage, whispering, "What you owe me... you'll repay the same way."
Madelynn believed he despised her. Only after the accident, when he ran toward her before the explosion, did she understand-he never let go.
7.2
Elmore Thomas rushed into the emergency room, clutching his feverish seven-year-old son, Buddy, tightly to his chest.
When the privacy curtain was pulled back, the air in Elmore's lungs vanished. The attending physician standing under the harsh lights was his wife, Kendal—the woman everyone believed had burned to death eight years ago.
But there was no tearful reunion. Kendal looked at him, and her eyes froze into impenetrable ice. She treated him like a biohazard, strictly referring to him as the family member.
Worse, she didn't recognize Buddy. She comforted their crying son with the same gentle warmth she used to reserve for Elmore, completely unaware she was soothing the baby she thought had died.
Days later, Elmore watched from the shadows as she picked up another boy outside a prep school, her left hand flashing a massive diamond engagement ring.
When his butler accidentally recognized her, Kendal shielded her new stepson with pure disgust in her eyes.
"Tell that psychopath to sign the divorce papers immediately. I have a new family now."
The words 'new family' echoed in Elmore's skull, tearing him apart. For eight years, he had lived in a hell of guilt and madness, raising their son in the shadow of her ghost. How could she just erase their past? How could she give her tender smiles to a stranger and look at him with absolute revulsion?
Standing in a luxury ballroom, Elmore squeezed his hand until his crystal champagne flute shattered, thick blood dripping onto the rug. The murderous obsession in his dark eyes returned as he called his lawyer.
"Freeze her divorce application. Use every dirty trick in the book. She isn't leaving."
8.8
On the eve of my glamorous Waldorf Astoria wedding, I went to the penthouse to surprise my fiancé, Hugh, wearing my late mother's heirloom pearls.
Instead, I heard my stepsister's familiar laugh and caught them tangled together on the sofa.
Through the cracked door, I heard Hugh slur that he was only marrying me for my family's financial backing.
"As soon as I secure my inheritance, she's the first thing I'm getting rid of," he promised her.
Floy giggled and asked for my mother's pearl necklace, my only legacy. Hugh agreed without hesitation, mocking my dead mother's naivety and my desperate dreams of building a family.
Every sweet word he had ever said was a lie, a knife he had been patiently sliding between my ribs for years. They planned to strip me of everything the moment I signed the prenup.
I didn't cry or scream. The crushing weight of their betrayal hollowed me out, leaving behind a terrifying, absolute calm.
Why should I be the one to lose everything while they stole my future and insulted my mother's memory?
I calmly walked down the hall, set the prenuptial agreement on fire, and vanished into the rainy night.
If Hugh wanted to play dirty for the Maxwell empire, I would play for keeps.
Using a forgotten, century-old family covenant, I was going to marry Hugh's uncle-the comatose, paralyzed war hero, Fleet Maxwell.
I would return not as a naive bride, but as their worst nightmare: his aunt, and the new lady of the house.
9.4
I was the Thornton Pack's brilliant but "wolfless" assistant, a defect they treated like a charity case.
After years of letting the Alpha, Caleb, control me to prove my worth, he publicly humiliated and discarded me for a pure-blooded pack princess.
Heartbroken and drunk at a bar, I accidentally bit and marked a terrifying stranger who saved me from two creeps.
I woke up to find out I had drunkenly claimed Damien Blackwood—a ruthless billionaire and the apex Lycan King of the werewolf world.
To prevent a pack war over the claiming mark, Damien trapped me in a two-year contract marriage, treating me like a convenient political tool.
Right after we signed the papers, I got a call from the police.
My little brother, Jamison, had been arrested for punching Caleb, who was bragging about ruining my dignity.
At the precinct, Caleb sneered at my misery, threatening to destroy my brother's future.
Seeing the fresh bite mark on my neck, Jamison exploded in handcuffs, screaming that Damien had blackmailed me into his bed to get him out of jail.
I begged Damien to step outside so I could explain this horrific misunderstanding, feeling like I had sold my soul to a cold-blooded predator.
But Damien ignored my pleas. He pulled me behind him, his suffocating Lycan aura crushing everyone in the room.
"Yes, she was with me last night, because she is my wife."
Before anyone could process the shock, his eyes darkened with a terrifying, unhinged possessiveness.
"And I didn't marry her to solve a problem. I married her because I've been in love with her for ten years."
I stared at his broad back, my blood running cold as I realized I had no idea what kind of monster I had just bound my life to.
9.0
For a whole year, April believed her billionaire husband, Bartholomew, abandoned her in Europe the day after their arranged wedding. She hated him so much she drunkenly prayed for his death at a club.
But he suddenly returned that very night, catching her red-handed. Instead of a divorce, he trapped her, threatening to bankrupt her bloodsucking family unless she moved into his penthouse to play the devoted wife.
Forced to comply, she attended a dinner with her toxic family. Her stepmother deliberately served her lobster—knowing April had a fatal allergy.
"Eat up, darling. I know hospital food is dreadful."
When April refused and exposed their massive gambling debts, her furious father raised his hand to strike her across the face.
But it was Bartholomew, the ruthless tyrant she despised, who caught her father's arm and snapped his wrist.
"If you ever try to touch my wife again, I will erase your family by sunrise."
April was completely stunned. Why was he defending her with such murderous rage? And why did he keep a cheap paper airplane she had made at age six preserved under a glass dome in his study?
The answer came that night. When Bartholomew stepped out of the shower, April saw the massive, jagged surgical scar sliced directly over his heart. He hadn't run away; he had been fighting for his life on an operating table. Staring at the man who had silently survived just to come back to her, April made her choice. She was going to uncover the truth behind his surgery and their past.
8.2
Casey woke up with a throbbing skull in a glamorous dressing room, facing a public execution by an internet mob.
Her wealthy family had thrown her away. Her hypocritical sister, Coralie, forced a holographic tablet into her hands, demanding she join a deadly survival reality show on a wasteland planet.
"It's what Mommy wants. If you don't sign, you're dead to the Hendersons."
The whole world wanted her dead. On the live broadcast, billions of viewers cursed her as a toxic stalker. The golden boy idol Kayson physically attacked her to defend Coralie's honor. Even the show's staff mocked her, deliberately leaving her with nothing but a torn, broken tent and a single bottle of water for the lethal alien wilderness.
The universe was playing a cruel joke on her. She was framed as the villain of her sister's perfect story, banished to a wasteland where everyone expected her to cry, beg, and die on live television.
But they didn't know she had already survived a decade in the ruins. Casey didn't shed a single tear. Instead, she invoked a hidden contract clause, demanding a full year on the planet instead of the standard month.
"I'll survive for a year, and the planet becomes mine."
She grabbed her broken tent, stepped onto the red alien dirt, and prepared to show the universe what a real predator looked like.