I Married My Ex-Fiancé’s Useless Billionaire Uncle For Revenge
My engagement ended in humiliation.
One moment, I was the bride-to-be. Next, my fiancé was slipping a ring onto another woman’s finger—nope, not just anyone, my half-sister!
And the whole city watched. So I did the unthinkable. I kissed the one man I was never supposed to touch—his aloof, very hot, useless uncle. Dominic Fletcher.
It was supposed to be revenge. A scandal to wipe away my shame.
Until he stole my bra—and with it, my senses… and my already fragile heart.
“Give it back!” I demanded, reaching for my bra, but he only lifted it higher.
“I’ll keep this as a memento, Kitten,” he murmured, eyes dark, voice dangerously seductive.
But Dominic Fletcher was far from useless. Behind the nonchalant façade was a ruthless power only I had glimpsed.
And now, he wants to help me take my revenge—
“Marry me, sweetness,” Dominic rasped, gaze sharp as steel. “I’ll make everyone who offended you a foot mat. What do you say?”
How could I say no?
I’d do anything to make that worthless, piece-of-shit scumbag ex lose sleep for the rest of his life and become his worst nightmare.
So I said yes—to his uncle.
I became his aunt-in-law.
Then I returned, victorious and unbroken. My family pleaded for me to forgive them. My ex-fiancé fell to his knees, clutching my hand.
“Let’s start again, Harper,” he begged. “You’re the only one I cherish.”
I stared at him icily. “Excuse me, boy. Do I know you?”