Dark Romance · Billionaire Romance
His Uncle's Obsession: After I Seduced Him
“"DIDN'T MEAN WHAT?" Wesley's roar echoed down the hallway. His eyes raked over my wet, barely-fastened dress with something between fury and disgust. "Look at her! Her t*ts are practically falling out!”— from the ad
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The plan was simple: Break the nephew by seducing the uncle. Wesley Vance didn't just break my heart; he tried to sell my dignity. So, I went after the only man he feared. The man who owned the city, the empire, and Wesley’s future. Lance Lawson. He’s cold. He’s untouchable. He’s my ex-boyfriend’s uncle. I thought I was the one setting the trap. I wore his shirts, haunted his penthouse, and chipped away at his legendary control until the ice finally cracked. But I made one fatal mistake. I thought Lance was a man I could use and discard. I didn't realize that once you wake a predator, he never goes back to sleep. Now, Wesley is gone, the Vance family is in ruins, and I’m trapped in a gilded cage of my own making. Because Lance doesn't want my loyalty. He wants my soul. I wanted revenge. I got an obsession.
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"DIDN'T MEAN WHAT?" Wesley's roar echoed down the hallway. His eyes raked over my wet, barely-fastened dress with something between fury and disgust. "Look at her! Her t*ts are practically falling out! And you want me to believe she wasn't f*cking someone in there?" My cheating boyfriend stood in the hotel corridor, clutching his mistress's arm, screaming at me. Old Serena would have flinched. Would have stammered an apology. Instead, I took a step forward. "Deny it?" I let a slow smile curve my lips. "Why would I deny it? I was absolutely in there. We f*cked in the jacuzzi, on the couch, against the window with the entire city watching." Silence. Beautiful, perfect silence as they both stared at me like I'd grown a second head. "YOU F*CKING BITCH—" Wesley lunged forward, raising his fist. I didn't move. "EXCUSE ME." A sharp, authoritative voice cracked through the hallway like a whip. A man in an impeccable suit—hotel management—stood flanked by two massive security guards. "Sir, step away from the lady. Or I'll be forced to call the police." Wesley's mistress scoffed, putting on her best aristocratic smile. "There's been a misunderstanding. This is Wesley Lawson. The future heir to the Lawson empire. And I am Vanessa Holland." She expected the manager to bow. To apologize and retreat. The manager's expression didn't change. His eyes went arctic. "I don't care who either of you are," he enunciated precisely. "But I do care that this is Lance Lawson's private floor. Only his personal guests are permitted access." The color drained from Wesley's face so fast I thought he might pass out. "Uncle Lance's floor?" his voice cracked. "Miss Vance was granted access," the manager continued, his gaze sweeping over me with approval. "Therefore, she is a valued guest. Your harassment of her is a direct challenge to Mr. Lawson's authority." Wesley and his mistress were escorted out by security like common trash. Then, the manager turned to me. "Miss Vance. We have a car waiting to take you home. Mr. Lawson's instructions." ad.readinkapp.com The uncle steal his nephew's fiancée? 🫨
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