Married To My Ex's Ruthless Uncle

My father was dying in the ICU, and our family company, the Martin Group, was on the verge of total collapse.

While I was desperately trying to sign the consent form for his life-saving surgery, my fiancé, Eston, sent me a text.

"I told you not to be stubborn. The company is mine by Friday. Beg me, and I might pay for the funeral."

He had been secretly looting my family's assets from the inside, waiting for me to break so he could steal everything. He thought I would crawl back to him in absolute despair, surrendering my father's legacy just to survive. The sheer weight of my helplessness crushed my chest as the heart monitor next to my father's bed let out a frantic, high-pitched scream.

The betrayal tore through me, but the despair quickly hardened into a cold, sharp stone.

Why should I let the man who ruined me dance on my family's grave? Why should I let him walk away with everything while I lost the only family I had left?

I wiped away my tears and blocked his number permanently.

Then, I stepped out into the freezing Manhattan rain and went straight to the top floor of the Maxwell building.

I threw my remaining shares onto the desk of Ellwood Maxwell—the apex predator of Wall Street, and Eston's untouchable, ruthless uncle.

"I want you to marry me," Ellwood said, pushing a marriage contract toward me. "That is the only way your company survives."

I picked up the pen. If Eston wanted to destroy my life, I would become his aunt and make him bow.