My Uncle Under My Spell
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The day I got engaged,
my uncle cornered me in the dressing room and tore my wedding gown apart.
His eyes blazed red. His fingers dug into my waist. Like a beast that had lost all control, he threw me down and slammed me onto the table, his lips claiming every inch of my skin.
The possessiveness in his eyes — raw, unhidden, undeniable.
"Ella. I won't allow you to marry anyone else. You're mine."
…
On my twenty-second birthday, I saw my future:
I was no blood of the Hartfords. I was the child switched at birth.
My family discarded me like trash. My fiancé fell for the real heiress. Together, they had me locked away in an asylum.
To survive, I set my sights on my father's friend — my uncle.
On rainy days, I climbed into his bed, claiming I was afraid of thunder.
By the hot spring, I deliberately asked him to bring me my clothes, then faked a slip and fell into his arms.
Late at night, I took the drug and stumbled into his room.
In a nightgown barely there, I pressed against him and whispered, "Uncle, help me."
I will make this man atop the pyramid obsessed with me, consumed by longing for me, and fall fully under my spell!
my uncle cornered me in the dressing room and tore my wedding gown apart.
His eyes blazed red. His fingers dug into my waist. Like a beast that had lost all control, he threw me down and slammed me onto the table, his lips claiming every inch of my skin.
The possessiveness in his eyes — raw, unhidden, undeniable.
"Ella. I won't allow you to marry anyone else. You're mine."
…
On my twenty-second birthday, I saw my future:
I was no blood of the Hartfords. I was the child switched at birth.
My family discarded me like trash. My fiancé fell for the real heiress. Together, they had me locked away in an asylum.
To survive, I set my sights on my father's friend — my uncle.
On rainy days, I climbed into his bed, claiming I was afraid of thunder.
By the hot spring, I deliberately asked him to bring me my clothes, then faked a slip and fell into his arms.
Late at night, I took the drug and stumbled into his room.
In a nightgown barely there, I pressed against him and whispered, "Uncle, help me."
I will make this man atop the pyramid obsessed with me, consumed by longing for me, and fall fully under my spell!















































