I Married My Ex's Uncle
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Chapter 3

When I saw the trending topic, I knew I'd become the pawn Gordon paid off with thirty million.

By sacrificing me, he flipped the narrative to salvage Carsten and the Morgan family's reputation.

A flood of vicious comments poured in.

"So Amelia was the homewrecker all along? I got played."

"Eleanor's fearless, chasing love despite the odds. I'm rooting for her."

"Sweet couple, stay together."

"Can the mistress just disappear? I wasted my sympathy on her."

"Carsten and Eleanor have been together since high school. So cute."

"Amelia, drop dead. Disgusting."

Besides the money, Carsten gave me a three percent stake in Morgan Enterprises. I accepted it all.

Maybe it was seeing old faces, but I had a nightmare that night.

In the dream, Eleanor led a group of girls.

They tore my clothes and forced me to crawl, barking like a dog.

They burned me with cigarette butts and a curling iron.

It was two years of relentless bullying.

All because a senior Eleanor liked gave me an umbrella in the rain.

I woke up drenched in cold sweat.

The chilling fear lingered vividly.

I tried to calm myself, reaching for the pills on my nightstand.

But a shadow by the bed made me freeze.

A moment later, a man's arm wrapped around me.

The familiar scent of crisp cedar drew close.

My nerves eased.

"Another nightmare?" His voice was low and magnetic as he gently wiped the sweat from my forehead and fed me a few pills.

I swallowed them and felt a bit better.

In the dark, his sharp, striking silhouette stood out, his deep black eyes fixed on me.

"You're back early." I said coldly, "We haven't reached that part of the plan yet."

He pulled me into his arms, his warm breath grazing my neck.

After a pause, he said hoarsely, "I missed you too much, Amelia. When I heard you were hurting, I rushed back."

His soft kisses landed on my ear, trailing slowly downward.

I hesitated. "Don't leave any marks."

His response was a wave of fierce intensity, as if reclaiming every moment we'd been apart.

It lasted into the early hours.

Exhausted, I fell asleep, free of nightmares.

The next day, the Morgans invited me over.

As I stepped inside, I heard Carsten's cheerful voice. "I got word that my uncle returned last night. If we can meet him, maybe he'll hand over the northside project to the Morgans."

A servant spotted me and led me in.

In the living room, Gordon was resting with his eyes closed.

Carsten and Eleanor sat close together, their expressions shifting when they saw me.

I greeted Gordon politely, then smiled. "Are you talking about the Rowe family's head?"

At that, everyone turned to me.

Carsten raised an eyebrow. "You know him, Amelia?"

Eleanor's eyes flashed with resentment as the attention shifted to me.

Suddenly, she snapped, "What's that mark by your ear?"

            
            

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