All Chapters of Dumped by Ex , I married his Uncle : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Stacy stood frozen behind the half-open door, her breath shallow as she listened to Jake’s words through the crack. Her grip tightened on the glass of wine in her hand, her knuckles turning white."If I can’t have Serena, nobody can.""Does she know your secret?""What do you think she would do when she finds out?"Jake’s voice was filled with desperation and bitterness, but Stacy could hear something else beneath it—obsession.She clenched her jaw as she slowly stepped back, making sure not to make a sound. She had heard enough.Jake wanted Serena back.Jake, the man she had fought for, sacrificed for, betrayed her best friend for, was now plotting to throw her away like she was nothing.She stormed down the hallway of the penthouse they shared, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. Anger burned in her chest as she grabbed her phone and flopped onto the plush couch.She scrolled through old photos of her and Jake—laughing, kissing, living in a world she thought was her

Ben chuckled, his breath hot against Stacy’s ear as he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her even closer. His grip was firm but teasing, his fingers grazing over the fabric of her dress in a way that sent a shiver down her spine."You think I haven't seen a body as soft as yours?" he murmured, his lips barely brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck. "Maybe. But I bet none have ever felt quite like this."Stacy swallowed hard, her body arching slightly into him as his hands roamed over her curves, slow and deliberate. The way he held her, the way he toyed with her anticipation, made her pulse race."You like playing games, don’t you?" she whispered, tilting her head to the side to give him more access.Ben smirked, his fingers trailing along the edge of her dress before sliding just beneath the silky material. "Maybe," he admitted, his voice thick with amusement. "But only when I know I'm going to win."Before she could respond, he turned her around in a fluid motion, pr

Ben straightened his tie, the smirk slowly fading into something more unreadable as his assistant, Michael, stepped into the office, a curious look etched across his face. Michael was used to Ben’s many moods, his ruthless strategies, and his cold indifference—but today, there was something different. Something darker."I just saw Miss Stacy on her way out," Michael said, shutting the door behind him. "She didn’t look happy at all."Ben let out a low, humorless chuckle, walking over to the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the city. “Leave her. I’ll deal with her properly soon.”Michael arched a brow, folding his arms. “Deal with her? That sounds personal.”Ben’s fingers tightened into a fist for a brief moment before relaxing again. He didn’t turn around. “She dared to take what belongs to my wife,” he said, his voice calm, but laced with venom. “So I just showed her what I’m made of.”That caught Michael off guard. He stepped closer, studying Ben’s profile carefully. “Your wif

The sound of the rain had faded into a soft drizzle by the time the housekeeper knocked again, her voice laced with real worry this time.“Madam,” she said, wringing her hands, “please come. Mr. Ben… it’s not just stress. He’s burning up. I’m scared.”Serena had been curled up in the sunroom with her laptop, trying to refocus her thoughts after Jake’s chaotic storm of messages. She had dismissed the housekeeper earlier, brushing it off with a wave of her manicured hand.“Ben? Sick? That man doesn’t do sick,” she had said with a faint scoff. “He probably just needs a break from the stock market and his army of assistants.”But now, something in the housekeeper’s voice struck her.She stood abruptly. “Where is he?”“In his room. He hasn’t moved all day.”Serena didn’t hesitate this time. She made her way down the hallway—her heels clicking against the polished wood floors—toward the room she had never stepped into, despite being married to him. The door was slightly ajar. She pushed it

Ben's hand tightened around the phone as he read the message again, the warmth from Serena’s texts evaporating in an instant. His jaw clenched, the calm and softness he’d felt just moments ago buried beneath a flood of dread and anger.The voice message had come from a private line. One that no one outside the circle knew existed. The voice—low, sharp, heavily accented—was unmistakable. The Elder. Or worse, one of his lieutenants, speaking on his behalf.Ben swallowed hard, forcing himself to stay composed as he replayed the message in his mind."When will you start with our plans? You’re married to her, so what’s holding you, huh? I... I am sorry for the delay but everything is under control. You better set the plan rolling. THE ELDER won’t tolerate anything and would gladly remove everything that stands in his way."He stood, pacing the length of his office, fists clenching and unclenching as he wrestled with the sudden collision of two worlds—one that had brought him unexpected war