Flash Marriage With My Cheating Ex's Uncle Novels & Stories

They say the Volkov Bratva doesn't forgive. And don't forget. Or let go. I didn't believe them. Not until I woke up in a stranger's bed with his teeth marks on my neck and a sticky note that read "Tell anyone, and I'll find you." The stranger turned out to be my ex-husband's uncle. The uncle turned out to be the most dangerous mafia don in Europe. And the one-night stand I thought would save me? It was a trap he'd been setting for two years. Now I'm locked in his compound, wearing his ring, carrying a baby that might be his — or might be the one thing he can never forgive. My ex-husband wants me destroyed. My sister wants my life. My husband's enemies want me dead. And Dimitri Volkov? He wants me on my knees. He says he'll protect me. He says he'll kill for me. He says he'll burn the world down and smile while it burns. But he never said he loved me. And I'm starting to realize that's the most dangerous thing of all. Because when a man like Dimitri Volkov doesn't say he loves you... It's because he's already decided you belong to him forever. And forever, in his world, is a very long time to be wanted.

She was the family disgrace. Now she's their worst nightmare. Eva Moreau's husband cheated with his secretary. Her father sided with his mistress daughter. Her designs were stolen and credited to someone else. Stripped of everything, Eva disappeared into obscurity. But when billionaire CEO Damien Blackwood offers her a deal, a contract marriage in exchange for revenge, Eva accepts. Together, they'll destroy everyone who wronged her. There's just one problem: their fake marriage is starting to feel real. And Eva's dangerous half-brother has been hunting her for years. Now she must choose: her career, her safety, or the man who's breaking down every wall she's built. In the cutthroat world of high fashion, trust is a luxury. Love is a weapon. And revenge is best served in designer heels.

I woke up naked beside a man I hadn’t seen in eight years. Before noon, the scandal was everywhere. By noon, I’d lost my position as CEO, my name, and my marriage. But the worst betrayal wasn’t the headlines. It wasn’t walking in on my husband and my best friend planning my downfall and mocking me. It was finding out the man I loved, my sweetheart of five years, made me a surrogate without my knowledge. The twins I'd been carrying for seven months weren't mine. But it failed to break me. It only made me stronger. After all, I wasn't just a mother—I was a CEO.

Cherokee Rains has lived her entire life on the reserve wishing for a better world. Her best friend introduces her to tech CEO Becket Peterson, an arrogant self-centered man. When his father threatens to take his company back unless he settles down, he ropes Cherokee into a contracted marriage. Will they come to love one another or will she leave when her time is up?

During a game of truth or dare at our pre-wedding party, my fiancee, Marissa Jones, plays a game of truth-or-dare with her childhood friend, William Chase. The one who chooses dare is required to sleep with the person next to them. Alarmed by the dare, I quickly suggest, "Why don't you choose truth instead?" However, William refuses to let that happen. He eyes me scornfully and says, "I can't believe you still have such an old-fashioned mindset. I don't mind sleeping with her, so why are you making a big deal out of it?" He turns to Marissa and asks, "Will you sleep with me, Rissa?" Everyone else in the room starts egging them on. "Kyle is way too uptight. If Marissa won't do it, I will. Pick me, William, you handsome devil!" I grab Marissa's arm and try to leave with her, but she flings my hand off. "If I leave now, what about William? We're about to get married anyway, Kyle. Can't I have one night of freedom?" She climbs right onto William's lap, and the crowd cheers wildly. As I stare at Marissa and William, I know without a doubt that my relationship with Marissa has come to an end.

On the eve of our engagement party, my fiancée, Alissa Coleman, gets a marriage certificate with her male best friend, Rhys Pritchard, and celebrates it in the bar. Yet, she acts completely unconcerned about what she has done. She says flippantly, "It was just a joke. We'll get divorced tomorrow. Everyone knows Rhys and I are just best friends." Rhys responds with a provocative grin. "Even though the marriage is just for a day, there's still a special bond between us. Are you all just enjoying the show and won't even prepare a wedding gift for us?" Everyone at the table laughs raucously. "Sure. I happen to have a project in the western suburbs. I'll give it to you as a wedding gift. But there are rules at this table. If you want it, you'll have to win it with a game of dice." I say nothing more and simply take a seat at the table. Meeting Alissa's perplexed frown that is directed at me, I flash her a small smile. "Isn't this supposed to be a dice-rolling game for wedding gifts? I'd like to play too," I said.

To save my mother's life, I signed a contract to become the mistress of the richest man in town, Sean Blackwood. He would grant me everything I needed, with only one condition. “Don't get pregnant!”

Mona, calm down. " I looked at him through narrowed lashes. "I have a name and that is Ivy. " I let my hands ran in my hair. "what exactly should I call you, brother, uncle or lover " He just watched, he stood there like an eucalyptus , seeing me this hurt yet he did nothing . He knew, yet he f

"Nyla, stop being dramatic. Raise Jordyn's baby, and I'll come home for dinner once a month." Those were the terms Clark Summer offered his wife after she discovered his affair. When Nyla demanded a divorce, Clark laughed in her face, treating her pain like a childish tantrum. "You love me too much to leave," he scoffed, convinced she was nothing without him. He was wrong. Nyla didn’t just leave; she leveled up. She walked into a bar and set her sights on Damon Summer—Clark’s estranged, ruthless, and terrifyingly handsome uncle. Clark is losing his grip on the company and his sanity, consumed by jealousy as he watches his "boring" wife shine beside his powerful uncle. He stands in the rain, begging for a second chance, but Nyla only has one question left for him: "You chose the mistress. Why are you crying now that I’ve chosen someone else?"

"Alex! I promise you, this child is yours. I have remained loyal throughout our marriage. Please trust me; I have never been unfaithful to you!" Margaret pleaded to her husband of three years, the only man she had ever truly loved, Alex Westwood, who gazed at her with intense disdain and contempt. Margaret's married life had been idyllic until her sister, Esther, entered the scene and disrupted her seemingly flawless relationship by claiming her husband for herself. On a stormy evening, Alex threw his pregnant wife from the Westwood Mansion after he had signed the divorce documents. As she stood before the closed gate of the Westwood Mansion, Margaret vowed to avenge herself against Alex and Esther for their betrayal. "I shall return back to the thus Mansion one day and make you pay miserably!" I promise you that. Six years later, Margaret returned to the Westwood Mansion accompanied by her smart and cute five-year-old son and her new husband, Aaron Westwood, the rightful heir to the Westwood family, who dotted on her like a little girl, astonishing everyone as her revenge against her enemies began to unfold. What will happen when Alex realizes his mistakes and wants her back? Who's the real father of Margaret son, Leo?