My Billionaire Husband Is My Ex's Uncle!

CHAPTER ONE Daniella’s POV “You're cheating?!” I thundered,my voice reverberating through the room.Jonathan scrambled off the bed the moment he heard my voice. But Tara? She remained calm–like I hadn't just caught her sleeping with my boyfriend!I wished this was an illusion but unfortunately, it wasn't. The truth was crystal clear. My boyfriend was cheating on me with my best friend!The gift bag in my hand became heavier, a reminder of why I had come.Jonathan and I were meant to be celebrating our one-year anniversary. I had anticipated this day but all I wanted right now was for my heart to stop shattering, to stop aching.My breath became hotter as tears gathered at the corner of my eyes, “Wha-what the hell is going on here?” I inquired as my voice quivered.Jonathan approached me, his hands reached for my arms but I swatted them away. I didn't want to be touched by those hands that were busy caressing Tara's just minutes ago.“Daniella, listen to me. None of this is real. I-

CHAPTER THREE Abraham's POV“Get married or get ready to watch your wealth be taken away from you.”The words that echoed in my mind as I offered Daniella a contract marriage. I had never thought I would meet her again but I did. And seeing how desperate she was to get money from me changed my view about her.I had initially found her very attractive, which was really odd as I had never felt attracted to any woman since Carissa died. My wife's death created a scar in my heart, one that bled every night I slept with strippers.However, something about the night I spent with Daniella was different. I didn't feel the pain, infact it felt strangely right. And despite arranging for a stripper to sleep with, I couldn't resist Daniella's charm.I thought she was a hookup girl like the other ladies so I left her some money alongside my address. I really wanted to see her again but I also didn't want to be too forward with it.Daniella only came to find me because she needed money. This made

CHAPTER FIVEDaniella's POV.“I’m so disappointed in you.” My father's voice, though fragile still exuded authority.I paced back and forth with the phone in my ear as I tried to think of a way to persuade my dad.I exhaled deeply, “Father, I'm…I'm sorry.”My eyes moistened with tears but I blinked them back. “So the whole time, you claim to be working overtime at hotels but you were getting married to a man who's literally almost my age?” I pressed my trembling hand over my lips as heat crawled up the back of my neck.I curled my hair behind my ears as I lowered my head, “No…no father, I can explain.”But what exactly did I plan to say? I never thought my father would find out about my marriage as Abraham promised we were going to keep a low profile but the reverse was the case.I had initially thought Abraham was just a wealthy man whom the world didn't know about but I was quick to assume. His family was literally on the front page of the city's magazine every now and then and ri