Mr Ex, Call me your uncle's wife now.
Vivian Clarke was never supposed to fall this far.
Not after Derek Blackwell—the man she loved—betrayed her and chose another woman. Not after her family turned their backs on her. And definitely not after losing the child she never got the chance to tell him about.
Because while Derek was planning his marriage with someone else, Vivian was carrying his baby.
And then she lost it.
With her mother dying, her inheritance under threat, and her future hanging, she did the unthinkable.
She ended up in the arms of Ethan Blackwell.
Derek's uncle.
Cold, powerful, and dangerously unreadable, Ethan is a man no one dares to challenge. A man who doesn't believe in love, loyalty, or second chances. But Vivian isn't asking for love—she's asking for a deal.
With her inheritance locked behind one cruel condition, Vivian had no choice but to propose the unthinkable:
Marriage.
What begins as a calculated arrangement between a desperate woman and a ruthless billionaire soon spirals into something far more dangerous. Because Ethan doesn't share control… and Vivian refuses to be broken.
But they aren't alone in this game.
Derek, consumed by pride and jealousy, refuses to let her go.
Richard, her cold and calculating father, holds the power to destroy her future.
Sandra and Megan, the perfect replacements, are ready to erase her completely.
And the hidden secret from the past threatens to destroy everything she has built with Ethan.
Because some betrayals cost more than love.
And when the truth about Vivian's lost child, Sandra's deception and Helen's secret finally surfaced, everyone was forced to choose between family and power.
In a world where power is everything and love is a weakness…
Vivian and Ethan must decide:
Is this just a deal…
Or the beginning of something neither of them can survive?
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Chapter: 34Vivian's POV He was watching us, his expression still unreadable, his glass of whiskey still clutched in his hand. He didn't say anything. He didn't have to. The look in his eyes said everything.“You think you've won.” That look said.“You haven't. Not yet.”I held his gaze for a moment feeling the weight of everything unsaid pressing down on me. Then I turned away following Ethan into the house, my heels clicking against the stone in a steady rhythm that betrayed none of the chaos churning inside me.The sitting room had emptied a little, the older people going to the study for drinks and smoke, the younger ones spread out on the terrace and the living room. Charlotte was near the fireplace, a glass of wine in her hand, her hair catching the light like it was made of gold. She was speaking with Cousin Beatrice her laugh light and practiced, the sound of a woman who had been trained to make people feel comfortable in rooms full of people she didn’t know.I felt Derek’s presence befo
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Chapter: 33Vivian's POVDinner was served in the dining room.The table was a masterpiece of opulence… crystal goblets, silver cutlery, china plates with gold trim that probably cost more than my rent. Candles flickered in the centerpiece casting dancing shadows across the faces of the assembled guests.I was seated between Ethan and an elderly aunt who smelled of lavender and mothballs. Across the table in my line of sight sat Derek and Charlotte.It was deliberate. I knew it was on purpose. Eleanor had arranged the seating to make me feel uncomfortable, to force me to stare at the man I had once loved across a table with the trappings of the life I had almost had."Miss Vivian, " Charlotte said, her voice light. Just curious. "How did you and Ethan meet?"I slowly took a sip of my wine to buy myself a moment. The burgundy liquid was rich and velvety, a vintage that probably cost more than I had made in a week at my job. I wasn't poor_that was what annoyed me most. I came from one of the most p
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Chapter: 32Vivian's POV The invitation came on a Thursday afternoon, delivered by a courier in a crisp black suit.It was an elegant cream-colored card, embossed with gold lettering, addressed to "Miss Vivian Clarke and Mr. Ethan Blackwell." Inside, in flowing script, was an invitation to a family dinner at the Blackwell estate. "To celebrate the upcoming nuptials," it read. "Formal attire. Eight o'clock."I stared at the card for a long moment, my stomach churning.Ethan had warned me about this. "My mother hosts a dinner before every wedding in the family," he had said, his voice tight. "It's tradition. She'll invite everyone… my aunts, my uncles, my cousins, including Derek.""Derek will be there?""He'll be there. With his fiance."I had felt the blood drain from my face. "His fiance?"I settled on a deep burgundy dress… elegant, modest, but with enough color to make a statement. I curled my hair, applied makeup with careful precision, and slipped on the heels Ethan had bought me. They were
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Chapter: 31Vivian's POVThe wedding was six weeks away.I stood in the bridal boutique, staring at my reflection in the three-way mirror. The dress was ivory silk, elegant and understated, with a neckline that dipped just enough to be tasteful. It was the kind of dress a woman wore when she wanted to look like she belonged in a magazine spread… perfect, polished, passionless.The sales associate circled me, making small adjustments, her voice a pleasant hum of compliments and suggestions. I nodded along, saying nothing, watching the stranger in the mirror who was supposed to be me.My phone buzzed in my clutch.I glanced at it and Ethan's name lit up the screen.Ethan: meet me at the venue at 4. The event planner wants to go over the venue arrangement and decorationI typed back a quick confirmation and set the phone aside.This marriage was a transaction. It was a fair trade. Neither of us pretended otherwise.But sometimes, in the quiet moments, I caught myself wondering if that was enough. If
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Chapter: 30Vivian's POVThe man stood behind me, his jaw tight, his fists clenched at his sides.I stared at him, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my body still trembling from Derek's hands on me. The light caught his features… sharp jaw, dark eyes, that familiar face I had seen before. It was him."Nathan?"His expression softened, the tension in his shoulders easing as he saw recognition dawn on my face. "Hey, Vivian."Derek scrambled to his feet, his suit rumpled, a trickle of blood still seeping from his split lip. He pointed a shaking finger at Nathan. "You have no idea who you're messing with.""I know exactly who the fuck you are." Nathan's voice was steady and dangerous. "And I don't give a damn."Derek's eyes flicked between us. He laughed instead, bitter and hollow. "I'll let you go for now. But this isn't over, Vivian. You hear me? This isn't over."He turned, walked back to his car, and slid into the driver's seat. The engine roared to life, and he pulled away without looking back,
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Chapter: 29Vivian's POVI sat in my living room, my laptop open on the coffee table, a half-empty cup of tea growing cold beside me. I had been trying to focus on the wedding planning… flowers, venues, guest lists… but my mind kept drifting back to that text.Derek: I stopped by the hospital. Your mother seems to be recovering fast.I had read it a dozen times since it came in. Each time, my stomach twisted a little tighter. What did he mean, he stopped by the hospital? Why would he go there? How did he even know which hospital?I hadn't responded. I had told myself I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. He was probably just seeking attention from me. My phone buzzed.I grabbed it, expecting another message from Derek. Instead, the caller ID read St. Mary's Hospital.My heart dropped.I answered on the first ring. "Hello?""Ms. Vivian? This is Brenda from the front desk at St. Mary's. I'm sorry to bother you, but I wanted to confirm something.""Confirm what?" My voice came out sharper than I in
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