Bound to my Ex husband’s uncle
On the night of their third wedding anniversary, Amelia Hart catches her husband in another woman’s bed.
By morning, she’s done begging, done bleeding for a marriage built on lies.
While the powerful Hart family turns its back on her and the woman destroying her marriage flaunts her victory, Amelia makes one choice that changes everything….she asks for a divorce.
But leaving her husband is far more dangerous than loving him ever was.
Because the moment Amelia starts walking away, Dante Wolfe begins watching her.
Cold. Untouchable. Ruthlessly powerful.
A billionaire feared by everyone in the city and the one man her husband can never defeat.
Dante was supposed to be her enemy.
Instead, he becomes the only man willing to stand beside her when her world burns to the ground.
As scandals explode, betrayals deepen, and obsession replaces hatred, Amelia finds herself caught between the man who broke her heart… and the man who might ruin her in entirely different ways.
Because Dante Wolfe doesn’t save things he wants.
He claims them. (MATURE CONTENT).
Dante pinned Lila against the wall, hand wrapped around her throat. “Still think you can belong to someone else?” he growled.
She moaned as he shoved her dress up and thrust two fingers deep into her dripping pussy, fucking her roughly while his thumb tortured her clit.
“Fuck… Dante….”
He yanked his fingers out, spun her around, and slammed his thick cock inside her in one brutal stroke. “This pussy is mine,” he rasped, pounding her hard and fast, choking her lightly as she came screaming his name.
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Chapter: CHAPTER FIVE:The Walker family banquet is exactly the kind of event I suddenly hate now. Expensive, elegant and Fake. Crystal chandeliers glow warmly above the massive ballroom while wealthy guests dressed in designer clothes laugh and socialize like their lives are perfect. I stand beside Ethan near the entrance wearing a long black dress that suddenly feels too tight against my skin. His hand rests lightly against my lower back in a Possessive and perrformative way. Anyone looking at us would think we’re happily married and I hate it. “Smile,” Ethan mutters under his breath. I don’t even look at him. “If you touch me again one more time , I’ll break your hand.” His fingers flex slightly against my back before disappearing. Good. The marble floor beneath my heels becomes slippery as another couple brushes past me suddenly. My ankle twists, a gasp nearly escapes me as my body pitches forward…..But strong arms catch me before I hit the ground. Warm fingers clos firmly around
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Chapter: CHAPTER FOUR:I scrub my skin until it burns. Still, I can’t get rid of the feeling of Ethan’s betrayal crawling all over me. The bathroom is silent except for the sound of running water and my uneven breathing. Steam fogs the mirrors while my hands shake violently beneath the stream. I squeeze my eyes shut hard. God. I feel sick all over again. Behind me, the bathroom door opens carefully. “Amelia.” Ethan’s voice immediately hardens something inside me. I turn the shower off quickly before grabbing a towel and wrapping it tightly around myself. “Get out.” He stands near the doorway, looking exhausted, like he’s the victim here. His eyes move over my face slowly before he says quietly, “Can we please talk without fighting?” A bitter laugh escapes me. “You cheated on me, Ethan. What exactly do you expect a conversation after that to sound like?” His jaw tightens. “I already told you, it wasn’t serious.” The words hit me like a slap. Not serious. As if betrayal somehow hurts less depe
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Chapter: CHAPTER THREE:“I’m not coming back.” “Yes, you are.” The certainty in his tone chills me, like he genuinely believes I belong to him no matter what he does. “I’m filing for divorce.” His breathing changes slightly. Then colder this time, “Don’t do something stupid because you’re emotional Amelia. I close my eyes slowly. Three years. Three years married to this man and somehow I never realized how little respect he actually had for me. “You already destroyed this marriage,” I say quietly. “I’m just burying it.” Then I hang up. My hands shaking afterward, nt because I regret it. Because part of me still aches for him despite everything. Claire walks over slowly. “You okay?” “No.” My voice comes out painfully honest. “No, I’m really not.” ———- By afternoon, I leave Claire’s apartment and head toward St. Vincent Medical Center. The second I walk into the private ward, the smell of antiseptic wraps around me instantly and my chest tightens. My father sleeps quietly in the hospital be
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Chapter: CHAPTER TWO:Pain flashes across his face for the first time tonight. Good. I toss it onto the bed beside the other woman. “Happy anniversary.” Then I turn toward the door. “Amelia, wait.” He catches my wrist in the hallway. The second he touches me, disgust crawls violently across my skin and I yank free immediately. “Don’t fucking touch me!” Something in my expression finally unsettles him because his face tightens. “Let’s go home and talk.” Home. As if home still exists after this. I look him dead in the eyes. “I’m divorcing you.” Shock flashes across his face instantly then disbelief. “Don’t be ridiculous.” Ridiculous….ridiculous he said. And suddenly…..Suddenly something inside me dies completely. Not my love. Worse. My hope. “You don’t deserve me anymore,” I whisper. Then I walk away. This time, he doesn’t stop me. — Rain soaks my hair by the time I reach my car. The second I shut the door, the tears finally come. A sob tears from my chest as I collapse forward ag
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Chapter: CHAPTER ONE:The champagne in my glass went flat nearly twenty minutes ago.I still hold it anyway.My fingers tighten around the stem as I stare out the floor-to-ceiling windows of the rooftop restaurant, watching rain slide down the glass in crooked lines. The city glows beneath me….gold lights, speeding cars, people moving on with their lives while mine slowly cracks apart without me even realizing it.A soft jazz song plays somewhere in the background, couples laugh quietly around me and I sit alone at a table meant for two.I glance down at my phone again. It’s 10:43 PM.No calls, no texts. Nothing.A waiter approaches carefully, almost looking sorry for me. “Would you like me to warm your meal again, Mrs. Walker?”Mrs. Walker.The title suddenly feels strange, like it belongs to someone else.I force a small smile. “No thank you.”He nods politely before walking away, but I catch the pity in his eyes anyway.God.Humiliation burns slowly in my chest. Tonight is supposed to be our third wedd
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