All Chapters of Married to my Fiancé Uncle: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ELENA POV"You heard me. I never wanted this. I never wanted you but my uncle owes your father, and I got stuck playing the doting fiancé.""But you…" My voice cracked. "You said you loved me. You said….that night on the beach…you said. You said—""I lied, Ellie." He snappedThe floor tilted under my feet."I lied about all of it," he continued. "From the beach, to the dinners. The way I looked at you. It was an act. You were just… convenient. A favor I should've turned down from the start.""But your father?" He laughed, "He needs this alliance. Desperately. So you have no choice, Ellie. None. You'll marry me anyway, because if you don't, your daddy loses everything. His business. His reputation. His life. So go ahead. Scream. Cry. Tell him. See what happens."Sophia slid off the bed, barefoot, and padded toward me.She stopped inches from my face, her breath smelled like wine and Marcus."What made you think he'd ever want you, Ellie?" She tilted her head,"Have you looked at yoursel

After the hundredth trial, the makeup finally stuck on my face without mascara running down."Damn girlllll… you look hot." Tess squealed from behind me, already dressed in a silver sequined dress that caught the light like fish scales, and before I could change my mind she grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door.The club was called The Onyx Lounge; it had neon purple letters on the doorway that gleamed from miles away.It must be quite popular because a line of people stretched halfway down the block from the entrance, girls in glittering dresses, guys in tight shirts, all of them laughing too loud and already drunk but Tessa knew the bouncer.She waved at him like he was an old friend, and he lifted the velvet rope without even checking our IDs earning a lot of angry complaints from those around us."You're doing this," Tessa said, grabbing my hand and pulling me forward."I'm doing this," I repeated, because saying it out loud made it better.The place was loud with music that

ELENA POV I woke up before I opened my eyes, the way you do when your body knows something is wrong before your mind catches up. The sheets under me were unfamiliar, heavier and cooler than mine, and the pillow smelled like cedar and something clean I couldn’t name. For a moment I lay perfectly still, listening to my own heartbeat, trying to piece together where I was and how I had gotten there. Pieces came back slowly. The club. The purple lights. The man in the gray suit and the drink I shouldn’t have taken. Tessa’s voice going thin and far away in a hallway that had no end. And before that, somewhere in the fog, a room that smelled like this one, and a shape in the dark that hadn’t moved, hadn’t spoken, just watched me the way a man watches something he already knows he’s going to keep. I opened my eyes. The room was dim, curtains pulled halfway against a gray morning light, and beside me the other half of the bed was empty but still warm, the sheets thrown back like whoe

ELENA POVThe door swung open, and for a second Sophia's face was pure triumph, the kind of expression she probably practiced in mirrors. She had clearly imagined this moment already, walking in on me curled up, humiliated, with some random man from a club, proof in hand that I was exactly as pathetic as she'd always said I was. My father stood just behind her, his jaw tight, one hand still raised as he'd been about to knock again.Then Sophia actually looked at the man standing in the doorway, and her whole expression came apart. "Oh my God," she said, and her voice had lost every ounce of the confidence it carried two seconds earlier. "Don Rossi."I didn't understand at first. I looked between them, at Sophia's face draining of color, at my father going still in a way I had never once seen him go still, not even when men with guns had come to our house years ago over a debt I was too young to understand. Whatever recognition had just passed between the three of them, I clearly had

ELENA POVTessa answered the door before I'd even finished knocking, still in the same pajamas from the night before, her hair pulled up in a knot that had mostly fallen apart. The relief on her face lasted about two seconds before she took in my expression, and the relief turned into something closer to alarm."Where have you been? I called you eleven times. I almost called the police.""I'm sorry." My voice came out flatter than I meant it to. "It's a long story.""I have coffee and nowhere to be. Start talking."I told her everything while she made a fresh pot, the words coming out strange and disconnected, like I was describing something that had happened to someone else. The hotel room. The man who hadn't given me his name. Sophia pounding on the door with my father right behind her. By the time I got to the part where my father shook hands with Damien Rossi over my future, Tessa had stopped moving entirely, the coffee pot suspended halfway between the machine and her mug."He's