My Ex's Uncle, My Husband

In front of the one-way mirror in the hotel room, Donna Jackson's pupils constricted as she watched a man and woman hooking up in the room across from her.

Not only were there heavy breathing and the sounds of bodies colliding, but also their dirty talk.

"Leo, who do you think is better, me or Donna?"

"Of course it's you, you sexy bitch. Donna is as boring as a piece of wood. How could she compare to you?"

Donna's mind went blank.

The man was her fiancé, Leo Russell.

And the woman was her good friend, Maya Coleman.

Their passionate entanglement made her feel sick.

Maya even thought it wasn't intense enough and seduced Leo into having sex in front of the mirror.

They would never imagine that Donna was standing right behind the mirror, watching their disgusting display crystal clear.

This one-way mirror meant Donna could see them, but they couldn't see her.

A double betrayal of friendship and love was playing out before her eyes in the most unbearable and ugly scene.

Donna could barely stay on her feet.

Maya hooked her arms around Leo's neck, whispering to him, "Leo, aren't you getting married in three days? Will you still miss me after the wedding?"

Leo laughed while thrusting. "Of course I won't forget you. Otherwise, why would I come find you right before my wedding? Don't sleep tonight, or I won't be able to touch you for at least several months, and I'll be dying for it."

Getting the answer she wanted, Maya's moans became even more lewd.

Donna bit her lip hard to stop herself from rushing to the next room to deal with this pair of scumbags.

She used her last bit of rationality to record a video.

Tonight, she had received a room number from an unknown number, telling her to come catch them in the act.

Although she still didn't know who sent the message or what their purpose was, she would thank them for helping her see Leo's true colors.

After saving the video, Donna calmed down to think about what to do next.

The Russell family was extremely powerful. Even if Leo cheated, the two families could still marry her off to him.

After all, this was a strong alliance between two companies, with interests intertwined like the roots of a large tree.

It would be impossible to cut them off.

She had to come up with a thorough plan.

The sounds from next door continued. Donna turned and left the room directly.

But just as she reached the corner of the hallway, she bumped right into someone's chest.

The cold woody scent from him instantly filled her nostrils. His tall figure not only blocked her view but also the light behind him.

"Sorry."

After apologizing, Donna instinctively tried to leave, but unexpectedly, he grabbed her wrist.

She looked up reflexively and met his deep eyes. Those eyes that should have been cold now carried an abnormal redness.

The next moment, Donna felt weightless as the man picked her up horizontally, pushed open the door to the adjacent room, and threw her onto the soft bed.

Before Donna could react, the man's burning body was already pressing down on her.

That temperature felt hot enough to burn her fingers.

Donna struggled instinctively. "Who are you? You—!"

Before she could finish, the man had already lowered his head to kiss her.

Her lips were full and soft, making him unable to stop seeking more.

He had been drugged with an aphrodisiac tonight.

The fact that he had maintained his rationality until now showed his strong willpower.

But that collision at the corner, with Donna's soft body falling into his arms like scattered sparks, completely drew out all the hidden desires in his body.

After he kissed Donna, his restrained desire broke free, raging through him in an instant.

And Donna beneath him kept chattering away, annoying him.

All of Donna's refusals and questions were blocked.

She widened her eyes in disbelief, struggling with all her might, but her strength compared to Edward Russell's was more like tickling.

Her hands pressed to his chest, and in the charged, uncertain air between them, seemed to flirt more than resist.

Everything in her nostrils and even her mind was completely occupied by Edward's dominant and cold presence.

Donna finally found an opportunity and pushed him away forcefully, her voice trembling. "If you keep this up, believe it or not, I'll call the police?"

Edward's expression froze, and his rationality briefly returned, but only for a brief moment.

He frowned, speaking painfully. "I'm feeling terrible right now. Whatever you want, I can give it to you."

Before Donna could speak, Edward's kiss fell again. The flames of desire burned him, and this time she didn't even have a chance to escape.

He pulled her to sink into the pleasure of sex.

The next morning, as dawn broke, Edward slowly opened his eyes. When he saw his surroundings clearly, a flash of coldness passed through his eyes.

Someone had actually schemed against him.

His cold gaze slowly fell on Donna, and a dark look flashed through his eyes as the last bit of memory from yesterday surfaced in his mind.

He remembered pulling a woman into the room.

Suddenly, Donna's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he immediately closed his eyes.

When Donna woke up, she felt soreness in every part of her body.

Her delicate skin was covered with large patches of obvious hickeys.

Donna looked with mixed feelings at Edward, still sleeping beside her. Sunlight streamed in from outside, covering his cold features with a soft halo, making him look as perfect as a work of art carefully crafted by God.

Donna blinked and dismissed her original plan.

He looked pretty good—he could be her flash marriage partner.

She got up and went to the bathroom to take another shower. When she came back, Edward had already opened his eyes.

Donna looked at him and spoke, "You're awake?"

Edward turned his head to meet Donna's gaze.

She continued, "Do you have time? Let's go get married."