Jilted Heiress: Seducing My Fiancé's Ruthless Uncle

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of hell. The stem of the champagne flute felt like

liers overhead cast a light that was too bright, too exposing. It made the diamonds a

d was warm now. It tasted

ed through the room like a draft of cold ai

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doesn't even k

xactly whe

meant he was annoyed with the stock market or the temperature of his scotch. He was handsome in a conventional, soft w

t. She needed to be next to him. That was her job. She was the access

saw the r

low, dangerously low for a family charity gala. It was the kind of dress that ma

essive. It

tched in her throat, a phy

hem. No apology. Just a flash of irritation, as if she were a stain on his cuff th

a

nde curls bouncing. She found Ivy in the crowd and sm

walked out the terrace doors

re. The room

an empty stomach. She hadn't eaten since yesterday. Claudia, her adoptive mother, had me

'oeuvres. The smell of truffle oil hit Iv

he tray. A murmur of annoyance followed her, but

ors reflected a distorted version of herself. Pale skin.

button for the

l of people-her mother, her sister Delsie, the staff. Ivy couldn't handle people. She remembered Clive sayin

e was with Catrina. T

n, the silence of the hallway was heavy, suffocating. The ca

ng her hand along the textured wallp

oor was sli

darkness w

t smelled of cedar wood, expensive leather, and the sharp, cold sc

f her heels, leaving them where

ns were drawn tight, blocking out the c

iving. She curled into a ball, wrapping her arms around h

room spun slower, then stopped. H

drif

ater, the

ss dipped significantly, as if a heavy

He must have come back. Maybe he felt guilty. Maybe he realized he

ouched h

diating from the palm burned thr

, for any sign that she wasn't just a business asset, that

han Clive's hands. Clive had soft, manicured h

e. The scent of cedar and tobacco inten

t wasn't a tentative kiss. It was a c

in fired a warning signal,

tress. His knee drove between her legs, spreading

against her neck. It was dee

t Clive'

loating, untethered. For the first time all day-for the first time in years-someone wa

away. She wrapped

ree fall.

ion so intense it made her cry out. He didn't stop. He didn't ask if she was okay. He took what

s swallowed

gh

ried Ivy's eyelids ope

tasted like cotton. Her body felt... wrecked. Every mus

the ceiling. It wasn't her room.

rds. The party. The red dress

e

She stopped

y on the pillow, terrifie

over his eyes. The sheet had slipped down to his waist, revealing a chest

traveled up

morning stubble. High cheekbones. A nos

sn't

ew this face. Everyone in New York knew this face. It was on the

Fitzpa

black sheep. The fa

ins. She had slept with her fiancé's u

death sentence. If Claudia found

tangling around her legs. She neede

of the mattress, her foot

d sho

the speed of a striking snake.

, freezing

the bed lowered his

ned hi

them. No confusion. He looked like he had been awa

eaned back against the headboard. He looked at Ivy. He didn't look at her face.

smile spread a