Falling For My Cheating Boyfriend's Uncle

My husband, Kenton Turner, president of the Turner MC, kicked open my bedroom door with a condescending smirk. He demanded I get dressed for a massive club celebration. It was the day he officially announced his mistress, Britt, as his "second Old Lady," claiming she had earned her colors and deserved to share my patch. In my past life, I swallowed my pride and accepted the public humiliation just to keep the peace. But my quiet submission only fueled their relentless greed. Kenton secretly embezzled my family's two-million-dollar legacy trust, using our blood money to pay off his mistress's massive underground debts. When my brother Dayne tried to seek justice from the Church elders, Kenton's enforcers set a trap that left him paralyzed and bleeding out in a brutal ambush. In the end, they left me to die on the cold asphalt, my ribs crushed under the high-displacement tires of a heavy motorcycle. Until my dying breath, I couldn't understand how the man who claimed I was nothing without him could systematically starve my family, all while secretly raising a three-year-old bastard child with the woman who stole my life. Opening my eyes again, the phantom agony of the crash faded, replaced by the deafening roar of the clubhouse bar downstairs. I was back on the exact day my life was systematically torn apart. This time, I wouldn't shed a single tear. I grabbed my custom titanium wrench and my family's financial ledgers. I was going to crash his party, sever this marriage, and let the rival Iron Crown MC help me burn his entire charter to the ground.

The humid Southern air always brought back the dread. Today was the day-the day the two proposals would arrive, sealing my fate. My sister, Sabrina, burst in, her eyes manic, declaring she' d marry Brian Hughes, the charming mechanic, and I would marry Andrew Lester, the comatose heir. This wasn't how it happened before. In my first life, Sabrina scheme her way into marrying Andrew, condemning me to Brian' s terrifying abuse – the beatings, the broken bones, the eventual fire she set to kill me because she thought my brokenness was a form of happiness. Now, reincarnated, she remembers only Brian' s public devotion, oblivious to the monster beneath. She wanted my nightmare. As a wave of dizzying relief washed over me, I realized… my tormentor, the man who destroyed me, was her desperate prize. My mother, always favoring Sabrina, quickly agreed. They thought they were pushing me into a living widowhood, a quiet misery. They had no idea they were finally setting me free.

I was just a bottom-tier accountant fighting to survive a brutal corporate layoff to pay my family's medical bills. But after a reckless one-night stand to drown my sorrows, I found out I was pregnant. My malicious stepsister, who worked in HR, used the company merger to torture me with heavy manual labor, eventually pushing me to the brink of a miscarriage. Instead of being fired, my situation took a bizarre turn. I was suddenly moved to a top-floor VIP hospital suite with all expenses paid. Back at work, the executive chef personally served me custom Michelin-star soups every single day while my coworkers watched in shock. Terrified, I thought my female manager was using company perks to bribe me into marrying her autistic son. But when I confronted her, she was furious and completely clueless. If it wasn't her, who on earth was manipulating the entire Wall Street consortium just to secretly pamper a lowly, pregnant clerk? I didn't know the answer, and neither did my stepsister. She secretly stole a sample of my daily soup, tested it, and discovered it was a high-end pregnancy stabilization tonic. "A pathetic leech knocked up out of wedlock." She sneered, saving the lab report to her phone. She prepared to publicly destroy me at Monday's all-hands board assembly, completely unaware of the terrifying billionaire CEO who was watching her every move from the sixty-eighth floor.

I was engaged to Atticus George, the youngest king of Wall Street. For ten years, his family raised me, and everyone in Manhattan envied my upcoming fairytale wedding. But just days before we were supposed to register at City Hall, I overheard him talking to his best friend. "She's a sunk cost. It's a long-term investment that yields no real excitement, but the cost of replacing the partner at this stage is too high." To him, our marriage was just a cold business transaction to unlock his family trust. Things got worse when I was falsely accused of assault and taken to the police precinct. Atticus showed up, but not to bail me out. He was there to protect the accuser's sister, Celena—the pregnant widow of his late best friend. When paparazzi suddenly swarmed the lobby, Atticus panicked. To shield Celena from the flashing cameras, he violently shoved me out of the way. I crashed hard into an iron bench, tearing my arm open. Bleeding and gasping for air, I watched him carry a fainting Celena to his car, completely ignoring my existence. At the hospital, he even signed her emergency admission forms as her "family." For ten years, I had poured my entire heart into loving him. I didn't understand how the boy who once promised to protect me could give all his desperate tenderness to another woman while leaving me bleeding on the floor. When he abandoned me yet again in the middle of the night just because she called crying, my heart finally died. I packed my bags and left a single note on his desk. "The contract is terminated." Then, I walked out of his estate and into the freezing rain.

I was the lowest Omega in the pack, yet bound by the Moon Goddess as the fated mate to our supreme Alpha, Silas. But he despised me, giving all his love and protection to a Beta named Selene and her sister Chloe. When a Rogue broke into my cramped dorm room and pressed a burning silver blade to my neck, I used our Mind-Link to beg Silas for help. Instead of saving me, he thought I was faking it to get his attention. "Go ahead and die. It would be a favor to this pack," he snapped, before brutally severing our mate bond. The Rogue slit my throat. I became a ghost, tethered to my own corpse. Hours later, Silas stood right outside my door. But he deliberately shut off his wolf's sense of smell to avoid my stench, completely missing the thick metallic scent of my blood. He walked away to buy a diamond necklace for Chloe. I floated there, watching my blood pool on the cold concrete. For years, I had endured their bullying and his coldness, just hoping for a single crumb of his affection. We were fated mates, yet he let me be butchered without a second thought. Now that I am truly dead, I watch as the truth finally comes to light. I watch the great Alpha lose his mind, destroy the women he once favored, and jump off a cliff just to find me. But as my soul fades into the wind, I feel absolutely nothing.

Liana was the adopted heiress of the Pruitt family, engaged to Austin Carlisle. But her perfect life shattered the day the family's biological daughter, Serena, finally returned. On that exact morning, Liana woke up in a hotel room after being drugged, only to realize she had accidentally slept with Julian Carlisle—the ruthless Wall Street titan and her fiancé's terrifying uncle. To make matters worse, she rear-ended his custom Rolls-Royce in the pouring rain just hours later. That night at the family banquet, her adoptive parents publicly stripped her of her engagement, handing Austin over to Serena. Austin mocked her as a worthless charity case. When Liana returned home, she found her room destroyed, her belongings shoved into cardboard boxes to make way for the "true" heiress. "Get out of my house! And don't you ever come back!" Her family froze her trust fund, kicked her out into the thunderstorm, and severed all ties. She had spent years trying to be the perfect daughter, only to be discarded like garbage the second the real one appeared. And as if her life wasn't ruined enough, a courier delivered a seven-figure repair bill from Julian Carlisle for his damaged car. It was an astronomical debt meant to completely crush her and strip away her last illusion of survival. Staring at the invoice with nothing left to her name, the polished facade of the obedient heiress finally died. Liana wiped her tears and gripped the paper tight. "I'm going to earn every single cent of this money with my own two hands, and I'm going to throw it right back in that bastard's face!"