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His Uncle, My Sweetest Revenge

His Uncle, My Sweetest Revenge

Author: A Li
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Chapter 1 1

Word Count: 1043    |    Released on: 19/03/2026

eyes snap

still filled with the stagnant, chemical-laced water of the asylum bathtub. Her chest heaved

asn't

gne balanced on his palm. Joanna reached out. Her fingertips shook vio

er nervous system. She was back. Three year

ites and trust-fund heirs. It locked ont

ed

onto his chest. A wave of somatic nausea hit Joanna's stomach. The bile rose in her throat. The

uscles to relax. The corners of her mouth lifted, clicking

ked against the wet concrete as she w

spiring actress immediately took a half-step backward toward the pool

the cheap trick. She didn

furrowed. He pushed off the edge and stepped forward,

re you doing?"

al gasp. She leaned back, her hand shooting out to grab the delicate fabric of

eyes we

fingers grazed her dress, Joanna's hand shot out. She clamped her fingers around Jessie's

oed over the thumping

didn't fight it. She let her body sink into the two-meter de

ater. The chlorine stung,

ven look in her direction. He swam frantically straight t

s a stream of silver air. The perfect victim script was written. The crowd above

. She bent her knees, prepari

ater current sh

esistance of the pool seemed to mean nothing to him. H

swim up, but her calf muscle seized. A sharp

wrapped around her w

scorching. It sent a violent shiver down her spine. Joanna thrashed inst

against him, his sheer physical power eas

oke the

sped, sucking in massive mouthfuls of air

ter from her eye

stopped c

a pair of cold, preda

Madden. Freddie's uncle. The ruthless, u

onto Freddie, who was currently dragging a sobbing Jessie to the shallow end

d. The color instantly

on," Freddie stammere

ne cameras strobed around them. T

. "Confiscate every sin

a gunshot. The estate's security team immediately s

ame from the sheer terror of being pressed against this man. She pla

around her waist. He d

r her trembling shoulders, completely obscuring her soaked figure from the prying cameras. He didn't lift her. He didn't offer any scandal

y on her exposed collarbone. The cold drop sent an electric

the pool, dripping wet. "

stantly by his security detail to block the crowd's view, he practically dragged Joa

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