Mr Ex, Call me your uncle's wife now.
ContemporaryFirst-Person POVDramaIntelligentDominantContract MarriageForbidden LovePregnant
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: 4Vivian’s POV“Yes,” I said, looking straight into Derek's haughty, judgmental eyes. "I'm looking for Mr. Blackwell."Derek’s face did everything his careful, high-society training was meant to prevent. His mouth dropped open. His eyes widened with sheer amazement, and a dark, ugly flush of sheer rage stained his neck. He started to open his mouth, to shout at me, but I didn't wait for a reply. I didn't give him one single second to regain his precious pride. I turned the brass handle and opened the heavy door and walked inside and shut it right in his face with a clean, satisfying finality. The heavy lock clicked loudly, like a gunshot, cutting off the heavy thumping bass of the club outside.The private room was so quiet it was crazy. The flashing neon lights of the dance floor didn't penetrate in here.Ethan sat alone on a black leather couch. He held a crystal glass of amber liquor in his large hand. He looked like a dark god in the shadows, perfectly dressed and impossibly wide. W
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Chapter: 3Vivian’s POVAt last Richard looked up from his big mahogany desk. He had been ignoring me for ten minutes in a row, pretending to read a file, but I just stood in the middle of the study. I watched the deep ugly anger move across his well-maintained face. He spent thousands of dollars every month on skin treatments and expensive doctors to look young, but at the moment the hard lines of pure rage were visible around his mouth and eyes."Don't look at me like that, with that disrespectful stare," he snapped loudly, slamming his silver pen down onto the leather blotter. "I am your father, Vivian." Just remember that before you open your mouth."I try very hard not to forget it," I said softly. I didn't shout. I didn't weep. I was perfectly calm in my voice. “But you make it awfully hard to remember, Richard. Just look at this family. Just look at us. With you and Mom it's just a cold, dry business deal. No love. No respect. No loyalty. And there is surely nothing in this house that rec
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Chapter: 2Vivian’s POVI was still trying to collect myself, my hands trembling as I pulled my dress over my head. My whole body felt heavy and sensitive and totally broken in the best way. A deep, throbbing heat between my thighs was a very vivid reminder of exactly what Ethan Blackwell had done to me in the dark. I took a shaky breath, trying to calm my racing heart, when the door was rattled suddenly by a sharp, aggressive knock.I stood frozen, clutching the edge of my skirt.Then a voice I knew well boomed out in the hallway. “What the hell are you doing here!” Derek growled on the other side of my door.A cold ran through my blood. Derek. Former boyfriend. The morning of his own fucking wedding.Before Derek could start shouting again, another voice answered him. It was a quiet, perfectly unhurried voice. "Is this door going to open," Ethan asked smoothly, his deep voice sending a fresh, wet shiver straight down my spine, "or does it need my help?" The dark commanding tone that never nee
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Chapter: 1Vivian’s POVI wanted a drink. In fact I needed the whole bottle. I sat at the sticky bar counter, the thumping bass of the club vibrating in my teeth, and I just wanted the world to stop spinning. Derek Blackwell--the man I'd foolishly loved--was getting engaged tomorrow morning. To another person. The thought tasted like heartbreak and bile. I wanted to drown every memory of his smile, his laugh, and his stupid lies in the strongest liquor the bartender could pour.And for a while, it worked. The edges of the world got soft and blurry. The pain in my chest finally died.Then someone had an arm around my waist and was leading me upstairs. I didn't battle it. I didn't even see who it was. Mad dizzy circles wheeled in the hallway. My knees went from under me and I staggered forward, completely off balance. I didn't hit the floor, I fell right into the arms of a man sitting on a big leather couch.I ended up sitting on his lap, my hands immediately finding his shoulders to keep me from
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