READ NOWThe best way to get back at a cheating bastard? Make him sick to his stomach for the rest of his life!
Days before her wedding, Corinne caught her fiancé cheating with his coworker in what she thought was their future home.
Furious, she tore everything apart, ended the engagement, and decided on a bold revenge plan.
To make him regret it for life, she set her sights on marrying his powerful uncle. Confident in her scheme, she tried to win over the cold, untouchable man, only to realize too late that she had mistaken his identity.
The man she married was far more dangerous than she imagined!
Corinne decided to make a quick escape. “Let’s get a divorce. We’re clearly not right for each other… “
He cornered her with a knowing smile, “Not right for each other? Funny, that’s not what you said last night in bed. Want me to remind you how wrong you are?”
Oops, Wrong Uncle! I Married The Real Zillionaire Instead! Chapter 1 You Cheating Bastard
A soft hum filled the room as Corinne Scott focused on pressing her wedding dress, smoothing out every crease with care. When her phone buzzed with a new email, she opened it without giving it much thought.
The quiet broke apart in an instant. A woman’s voice spilled from the screen, breathless and teasing. “Oh God… does your fiancĂ©e… mm… ever wear something like this for you?”
The iron lingered too long. A sharp hiss followed as heat burned straight through the white satin, and the scent of scorched fabric spread through the air.
Corinne didn’t move. It felt like the warmth drained from her body all at once.
Her eyes stayed locked on the screen. The room shown in the video was unmistakable. It was the same bedroom she stood in now, the master suite meant to be her and Jonny Palmer’s after the wedding.
Low lighting cast shadows across the space. Things were out of place, scattered without care.
On the screen, Jonny moved with urgency, while the woman beneath him held onto him tightly.
Then his voice came through, familiar yet twisted in a way she had never heard.
“Her? She’s cold. Won’t even let me get close. You’re nothing like that.”
The woman let out a soft laugh, lifting her face slightly as she stayed close to him. “Then why go through with the wedding? Is it because… you find cheating like this more thrilling?”
The footage shifted, and the camera moved closer. The details came into focus, and Corinne finally recognized the woman.
Leyla Warren. The same coworker Jonny had casually introduced to her two years ago.
“I haven’t slept with her yet. She keeps saying she wants to wait until after we’re married. But you know how I am. I’ve got to sleep with her, no matter what.” Jonny’s voice came through again, careless and crude. On the screen, he pulled Leyla into a different position and kept going as if nothing mattered.
“Once I get what I want, I’ll come up with a reason to leave her. My career’s going somewhere, and I’m not tying myself to someone like her. She doesn’t do anything for me.”
Corinne stood there, staring at the blank screen as a dull ringing filled her ears. A rush of heat surged upward, making her head spin.
Pain hit her chest without warning, sharp enough to force her to bend forward.
For three years, Jonny had played his role perfectly. He acted like the kind of man anyone would trust. Now that image had shattered, leaving behind something ugly and hollow.
Her gaze moved slowly across the room. Every corner of the space had once felt like part of their future. Now, each detail only made her stomach twist.
The images refused to leave her mind. She could picture everything too clearly, what he had done in that very room, bringing someone else into the place she thought was theirs.
Her throat tightened as nausea rose, making her gag. Nothing came out. Her body trembled while tears kept falling, hot and endless.
She didn’t know who sent the email. Still, it reached her before it was too late. At least she saw the truth before the wedding. At least she never crossed that line with him.
Two hours later, the door opened, and Jonny, who had just finished a meeting, rushed in. He stopped the moment he saw the apartment.
Everything was in disarray. For a split second, he thought someone had broken in. His hand was already reaching for his phone to call the police, but that thought died the instant he saw Corinne, sitting right in the middle of it all.
There was nothing in her eyes. The scissors hung loosely in her grip. Pieces of the wedding dress lay torn across the floor. The framed portrait they had chosen together was ruined, his face scratched beyond recognition, and a jagged hole had been stabbed straight through his lower body.
A chill ran through him, settling deep in his gut. Without thinking, he rushed over. “Corinne, is this about the dress? If you didn’t like it, we can get a new one. We can redo the photos too. And if the apartment isn’t how you want it, we can change everything. Just tell me what—” His words cut off.
Her hand tightened around the scissors, and in the next instant, she thrust them straight toward his groin.
Jonny jerked back, barely managing to avoid the strike.
“Cor—” Anger rose fast, almost spilling out, but he forced it down. He took a breath and changed his expression, putting on that same concerned look he always used. “Corinne, what are you doing? That could’ve gone wrong. What if you’d hurt yourself?”
He was still acting.
That same fake worry had worked on her before. She used to believe it.
Not anymore.
Her gaze stayed locked on him, cold and steady. “Jonny,” she said, her voice tight with restraint, “did you enjoy it? Did you enjoy making a fool out of me?”
Her gaze shifted downward with clear intent. “I don’t want secondhand trash. Maybe I should just cut that disgusting thing off.”
Jonny stiffened, caught off guard. “What are you talking about?”
Before he could make sense of it, her hand struck his face. The sharp sound echoed through the room.
When she looked at him again, her eyes were red, and whatever control she had left slipped away. Anger took over, fierce and unrestrained.
“That’s for the three years I wasted on someone like you!” she shouted. “For every bit of love and trust I gave you for nothing!”
Heat spread across Jonny’s cheek. Shock filled his face as he lifted his head, ready to retaliate, but another slap hit him before he could react.
The second one left him stunned.
“And that’s for every time I held myself back because of you!” Corinne yelled. “For every insult, every look, every moment your family made me feel small!”
Her hand shook after the blows, but it still wasn’t enough. She grabbed the broken frame from the floor and threw it straight at him with everything she had.
“Get out of my sight, you cheating bastard!”
Later that night, inside a bar named Glamour, Corinne stumbled forward with a bottle of vodka almost empty in her hand. Her steps wavered, her body swaying as she moved. She steadied herself against the wall, answered a call from her best friend, Kristine Curtis, and took another long drink.
“Hey, since I can’t come back to be with you right now, I arranged something for you instead. There’s a seriously attractive guy waiting in Room 3269. Stop thinking about that jerk and just enjoy your night.”
Corinne let out a slow breath, her voice slightly slurred. “Alright… I will.”
After the call ended, she blinked a few times to clear her vision. Her gaze drifted across the hallway until it landed on the door marked 3296. Drawing in a steady breath, she braced herself and pushed it open.
The suite was large, decorated with a level of luxury that stood out at once. Still, none of that held her attention for long.
Her eyes locked onto the man seated on the sofa. Dressed in a dark suit, he leaned back in a relaxed posture, partially hidden by the low lighting.
Then she got a proper look at his face. Even through her haze, she could tell Kristine hadn’t been exaggerating.
Someone with looks like his wouldn’t go unnoticed anywhere. Even among people who relied on appearance for a living, he would stand apart. Yet here he was.
A soft laugh slipped from her lips as she closed the door behind her.
When she lifted her head again, their eyes met.
There was no warmth in his gaze. It stayed distant, almost guarded. After a brief moment, his brows pulled together slightly, and a hint of scrutiny crossed his expression.
Something seemed off about him, like he was holding himself back from discomfort. When he spoke, his voice stayed low and controlled. “Who are you here for?”
What was that supposed to mean?
So he was playing that kind of game.
A faint smile curved Corinne’s lips. She walked across the room, set the bottle down on the table, and without asking, lowered herself onto his lap.
His body tensed immediately. Before he could react, she reached up, her hand settling behind his neck as she leaned in and pressed her lips against his.
Oops, Wrong Uncle! I Married The Real Zillionaire Instead! Chapter 2 Jonny’s Elusive, Untouchable Uncle
The moment Corinne’s lips met his, disbelief flickered across the man’s face. For a split second, his mind seemed to go blank. He was caught completely off guard.
A light floral fragrance mixed with the sharp tang of alcohol swept over him. Her soft, yielding body pressed close, molding against his chest, and the reckless closeness she forced between them—combined with the drug still coursing through his veins—sent heat spiraling through him, rising faster with every heartbeat.
Awkward and unrefined, her kiss lacked any real technique, yet it carried a startling boldness. Without the slightest hesitation, she leaned in harder, her warm breath brushing his lips as her tongue pushed forward, insistent and unrelenting, trying to pry past the barrier of his mouth.
Whatever restraint he had left was slipping, thread by fragile thread.
His hand came up to shove her away, but his palm brushed instead against the sleek warmth of her shoulder, sliding dangerously close to her neck.
That single touch stole the air from his lungs, and for one perilous heartbeat, the strength in his resistance faltered.
In Corinne’s alcohol-clouded mind, though, his hesitation didn’t read as rejection at all—it felt like playful resistance, the kind meant to be overcome.
Fuelled by liquid courage, her movements turned reckless and bold. She seized his wrist before he could pull back and forced him down into the sofa with surprising strength.
What had begun as an unsteady kiss shifted abruptly, sharpening into something more demanding, more consuming. A faint trace of cedar clung to him, but the heat of his breath against her lips burned in contrast, sending a strange thrill through her. Beneath that composed exterior, something tightly held flickered, and that restraint only made her head spin harder.
With the alcohol heightening every sensation, her fading reason gave way completely to instinct. Her fingers shot out, catching his tie, and she jerked it free in one sharp pull.
In the blink of an eye, everything reversed.
Without warning, a strength she couldn’t possibly fight slammed into her, sending her reeling backward. When her vision steadied, she found herself sprawled across the sofa instead. By the time she pushed herself up, the man had already vanished.
The door stood half-open, a thin strip of hallway light slipping into the dim room.
Fixing her gaze on it, Corinne exhaled softly, irritation slipping into her voice.
So this was how he worked as an escort? The thought struck her as absurd.
If even a kiss was too much for him, what was he doing trying to make it in this field?
As the haze of alcohol began to thin, irritation sharpened her senses. Clutching the loosened tie in her hand, she straightened with unsteady determination, already planning to track down the club manager and demand an explanation.
After all, the man had bolted without warning—didn’t that mean she was entitled to a refund?
Stepping out into the hallway, she nearly collided with a young man stationed just outside Room 3269.
Everything about him fit the image of a high-end escort—sleek suit, meticulous styling, an air of practiced charm that felt almost rehearsed. He looked impossibly young, barely out of his teens, his features softened by subtle makeup, giving him the polished appeal of a boy-band idol.
At that moment, his gaze flicked between her and the photo on his phone, brows knitting slightly as he checked for a match.
“Ms. Scott? Ms. Curtis told me to wait in 3269 for—”
Before he could finish, Corinne stopped listening entirely. A cold realization slammed into her chest.
Her head snapped up, eyes locking onto the room number above the door.
Oh no, no, no.
She had walked into the wrong room and kissed the wrong man!
Everything else vanished from her mind as she whirled on her heel, abandoning the actual escort without a second glance. Driven by a rising panic, she sprinted after the stranger, desperate to catch him before he decided she was completely unhinged and called the cops.
Her heels struck the floor in rapid, uneven beats, but speed did her no favors—by the time she burst out through the club’s entrance, he had already disappeared. Beyond the doorway, only the cool sweep of night air greeted her.
Standing there, she bent slightly as she caught her breath, irritation tangling with a sharp, simmering frustration in her chest.
Just as she turned to head back inside, something near the entrance snagged her attention and refused to let go.
Parked under the glow of the streetlights sat a limited-edition Rolls-Royce Phantom, its sleek body gleaming with authority. The custom vanity plate read APEX1—issued in the city of Saltmere.
A stunned stillness held Corinne in place for a heartbeat. Then recognition crashed through her all at once. More than once, Jonny had gone on about his elusive uncle, his voice laced with envy and something dangerously close to awe. According to him, the man owned a globally limited Phantom. The car itself was breathtaking, but what truly made it unforgettable was the license plate that said everything—APEX1.
Corinne fixed her gaze on the vehicle, her fingers curling tighter around the tie in her hand, the fabric creasing under her grip.
A pair of slaps would never be enough to make Jonny answer for what he had done—the sting of humiliation, the cruelty of his betrayal.
What she craved now went far beyond that, something sharper, something that would linger long after tonight faded.
In her mind, she tore apart the polished image Jonny showed the world, determined to become someone he would never dare belittle again. Even more than that, she wanted to force him into a place where, every time their eyes met, he would have no choice but to lower his head and speak to her with respect.
If she could become his uncle’s wife…
Once the idea rooted itself in her mind, she found no way to shake it loose.
That car parked outside wasn’t just a car—it was a doorway, a straight path toward the revenge she wanted.
Corinne’s pulse slammed wildly against her ribs, sharp enough to sting. She shoved the loosened tie into her crossbody bag, then fumbled out her perfume and spritzed it over herself, trying to drown out the lingering bite of alcohol.
Next came her makeup. She worked quickly, smoothing, blending, fixing every detail with practiced precision before running her fingers through her hair to tame the mess.
When everything was in place, she inhaled deeply, steadying herself, and began walking toward the black car.
Never in her life had she approached a man like this on purpose—let alone someone so far out of her reach that every step made her feel like the ground might give way beneath her.
Countless opening lines flickered through her thoughts, each one dismissed the moment it formed.
Finally, jaw tightening with resolve, she lifted her hand and knocked on the window. Seconds stretched thin and heavy, ticking by with no sign of movement from within.
Right as disappointment and embarrassment started tightening in her chest, the tinted glass slid down abruptly with a soft mechanical hum.
Immediately, her gaze locked onto a pair of icy, unreadable eyes staring back at her.
A strange sense of familiarity tugged at her, halting her breath for a brief, suspended moment.
Then, as her eyes adjusted, the rest of his sharply defined face came into view.
The man she had only glimpsed in shadow earlier was now fully revealed under the clear light, his presence striking with far greater force.
In that brief instant, her thoughts scattered into nothing.
It was him! The very same man she had forced onto the sofa and kissed without restraint just moments ago.
Why on earth was he sitting in this car?
Wait… did that mean he was Jonny’s elusive, untouchable uncle?
Oops, Wrong Uncle! I Married The Real Zillionaire Instead! Chapter 3 Do You Want A Wife
Inside the car, Andrew Olson sank into his seat while one hand covered his forehead. He tried to push down the heat still spreading through him, but the discomfort wouldn’t fade.
When the window was fully lowered, he lifted his gaze at a slow, measured pace.
As soon as he saw who stood outside, his expression hardened again.
It was her?
The second their eyes locked, a cold shiver crept up Corinne’s back.
Then, without warning, a much bolder thought took hold of her.
So this was Jonny’s uncle.
Everything about him stood out. His face, the way he carried himself, and that quiet pressure he gave off made Jonny seem insignificant.
He looked sharp, his build solid, and he carried himself with a kind of authority that didn’t match his age. In that instant, she saw exactly what she needed. This was the man she would use.
She made up her mind right there. She would marry him. Once that happened, she would stand above Jonny as his aunt-in-law, and she wasn’t about to let that chance slip through her fingers.
Without another glance, Andrew shifted his attention away and reached for the window control.
Before it could close, Corinne rushed forward and pressed both hands against the frame to hold it in place.
“Hold on… just give me a moment.”
Seeing how close the glass was to catching her, Andrew stopped his hand and released the control. His expression tightened as he looked at her. “Say what you need to say.”
Nothing she had planned came to mind. Corinne hesitated for a split second, then decided to act on instinct.
Without asking, she reached through the opening, unlocked the door, and slipped inside. In the next instant, she settled right onto his lap.
“Relax,” she replied, a soft smile forming as a small dimple showed. “I’m only here to give your tie back.”
A brief flash of surprise crossed his face before it disappeared. “This is your idea of returning something? Move.”
Ignoring the edge in his voice, Corinne pulled the tie from her bag and leaned closer to him.
“I was the one who took it off earlier. So I should be the one to put it back.”
Before she could continue, Andrew grabbed her wrist to stop her. “There’s no need for—”
The movement threw her forward, and she ended up pressed against him. Her breath brushed near his ear as she spoke.
“You act so distant,” she whispered. “But that’s not what I remember.”
In the confined space, their breaths overlapped, and the air inside the car grew noticeably warmer.
Corinne’s gaze dropped to Andrew’s lips. They were close enough to reach without effort, and once she decided, she didn’t hesitate. She leaned in and kissed him again.
For a brief moment, Andrew went completely still.
This time, she wasn’t hiding behind alcohol. The kiss carried more control, yet the instant their lips touched, a sudden jolt ran through both of them. It threw their breathing and heartbeats into disarray.
A soft breeze slipped in, bringing the faint trace of her floral scent with it.
That alone was enough to set something off in Andrew. The heat he had been holding back surged again, and the tension building in his body became difficult to ignore.
When a few seconds passed and he still hadn’t shoved her away or said a word in protest, Corinne took that as her cue.
She pulled away, even though part of her didn’t want to stop.
She parted her lips, ready to tease him, but the look in his eyes stopped her cold. Something dark lingered there, unreadable and heavy, and it unsettled her in a way she couldn’t explain.
From the front seat, the driver noticed the shift and quietly raised the partition, cutting them off from view.
Left alone with Andrew in that enclosed space, Corinne felt her pulse race out of control, and her palms grew damp with sweat.
Not a single word came from Andrew. He kept his eyes on her, silent, while his throat shifted once. Each breath he took came heavier than before, uneven and controlled with effort.
Trying to steady herself, Corinne forced a smile and pulled her shoulders back, though the motion lacked ease.
“You’re seriously too good-looking,” she said. “I didn’t even think twice before doing.”
A small pause slipped in before she spoke again, her tone turning lighter in an attempt to ease the tension. “I didn’t get the chance to ask earlier. Are you single? Do you want a wife?”
Seeing no response, she pushed forward anyway, sticking to the words she had already planned. “If you do, then maybe you could consider me,” she said, her voice quickening. “I won’t claim I’m perfect, but I’ve got my looks, and I take care of myself. I treat my family well, and I don’t play around when I’m with someone. I know how to handle things in public, and I can manage a home without trouble. I can deal with most situations just fine.”
After a brief pause, she added with a faint shrug, “If I had to point out anything bad, I guess I’m a bit too driven. I make money well enough, and I tend to put my family first.”
Even as the words left her mouth, she knew how they sounded. The whole thing felt awkward, almost laughable, but she refused to back down now.
“Just believe me,” she responded, steadying herself as she reached up and adjusted his tie. “You won’t regret it if you choose me.”
Her fingers grazed the heat along his neck, and as she shifted closer, her body brushed against the part of him he had been trying to ignore.
That small contact set everything off at once.
Whatever control Andrew had been holding onto broke apart in an instant.
Without warning, his hand seized her, and he pulled her in. The kiss that followed came down hard, filled with force and possession, as if he meant to silence her completely.
He didn’t hold back. His lips pressed into hers, and the kiss deepened until it left her breathless.
The drug had already stripped away what little restraint he had left. Now that he had found an outlet, he didn’t hesitate. He pushed her down against the seat and followed after her.
“I gave you the chance to stop. You chose not to. So whatever happens now, that’s on you.”
Before she could react, his lips claimed hers again. One of his hands forced both her wrists above her head, holding them in place. The other moved from her waist and slipped beneath the hem of her skirt, his touch slow and deliberate along her thigh.
Corinne’s body stiffened at once. She tried to close her legs, but his knee slid between them and held her still without effort.
“Wait… hold on…” she muttered, her voice shaking as unease crept into her eyes. “You still haven’t—mm—answered what I asked—”
Andrew paused. Lifting himself slightly, he looked down at her, his gaze dark and unreadable.
“Answer you?” he asked, his tone low and edged. “This is your answer.”
Before she could respond, his hand gripped the front of her blouse and pulled.
The sharp sound of fabric tearing cut through the confined space.