Caught in Uncle’s Web Novel – Betrayal On the very first day of their marriage, Alessandra Sloan found her husband cheating on her. A lace panty fell from his coat pocket onto the floor. She took a deep breath and stuffed it back. Ashton Mercer came out of the bathroom and held Alessandra in his arms. “Finally, you’re my wife.” As he spoke, he glided his hand along her fair, smooth calf and moved forward gradually… But she wasn’t in the mood for sex at all.
Instead, she felt disgusted and wanted to puke. She was momentarily in a trance. She thought, “Maybe I got him wrong. “Maybe one of Ashton’s admirers planted it in his pocket. “If I fell for it, I’d be playing right into their hands. “A panty doesn’t prove anything. I shouldn’t jump to the conclusion and accuse Ashton of anything before getting to the bottom of it.” Still, she didn’t want to get intimate with him before she knew the truth. “Ashton, I’m not ready yet.” She wrapped herself in a blanket firmly. The desire in Ashton’s eyes was gradually replaced by pleading.
“Honey…” But Alessandra didn’t waver. “I’m beat from today’s wedding.” Then Ashton squinted, his gaze falling upon her lips. He said meaningfully, “Honey, how about…” She still insisted. Ashton’s mood was totally ruined. Though he was a bit annoyed, he respected her choice and said, “Alright then. Let’s go to sleep.” Half an hour passed. Ashton tilted his body. “Honey?” Alessandra didn’t respond. It seemed she was sleeping soundly. Seeing this, he took his phone, glanced at the screen, and walked out of the bedroom on tiptoe. She opened her eyes the second he closed the door.
Then she draped a coat over her shoulders and walked out slowly. Standing under a tree, she gazed at the hotel’s parking lot. Ashton, not far away from her, was opening the door of a silver Mercedes. In the next second, she saw Haylee Doyle in the car. Haylee was Ashton’s first love. She had married someone else and left town in a fit of pique three years ago and was now in the cooling-off period. Soon, the car began rocking violently. Alessandra clenched her fists so hard that her fingernails dug into her palms, traces of blood oozing out.
In despair, she closed her eyes, sobbing uncontrollably. She should expose them and file for a divorce. But she couldn’t. After she had stepped back from the position as second-in-command at the company, all her dividends and shares were in a joint account with Ashton. If she asked for a divorce, she’d end up with no money at all. What was worse, the Mercer family would crush her entirely. If so, how was she supposed to take care of her mother and grandmother? The great heartache was killing her, and she had no idea what to do.
Feeling cold, she pulled her coat tighter. She turned around and walked back to the hotel, her eyes dull. Suddenly, her surroundings plunged into complete darkness. Was it a power outage? She didn’t have her phone with her, so she carefully reached out, felt the wall, and walked forward in small steps. Just then, someone grabbed her wrist. In the next second, her body was spun around. Her back slammed against a door. Under the sudden impact, those tears welling up in her eyes rolled down her cheeks. The man kissed her lips.
“Let … go!” She struggled. But soon, an evil idea struck her. She could get back at Ashton by betraying him. At this, she stopped struggling. The stranger yanked her clothes open and thrust into her without any foreplay. She gasped in pain, not enjoying the slightest. “I’ll make it up to you if you want. My name is Braylen Mercer.” The name jolted her awake—Braylen was Ashton’s uncle. Braylen was the chosen one in Steelville, with socialites wanting to marry him lining from Steelville to Rockburn. He was very handsome and never short of female company, but rumor had it that he was nothing but bad-tempered.
Alessandra knew she couldn’t afford to mess with him, and she didn’t even dare to cry. She pushed him away with great force, put her clothes back on, and ran outside, oblivious to a pair of eyes in the darkness glaring at her with envy and resentment. Covering her face, she burst into tears. Was any of this real? On her wedding night, she discovered her husband’s affair with his first love. And she slept with her husband’s uncle.