Taken By His Sinful Billionaire Uncle

Chapter 1. Tempted and Broken

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As soon as Emiliana shut her office door and exposed her pale, drained skin to the warm evening sunlight, her phone buzzed.

She hadn't even stretched her depleted feet after working overtime!

Since she was used to afternoon calls from her pertinacious boyfriend demanding fun, she picked up the call, distracted by her jaded thoughts, "H–Hello–"

"Is this Emiliana?" a rigorous voice suddenly throbbed in her heart.

"Yes... How can I help you–?"

"Help me? How?" the exquisite man inquired barbarously. Emiliana's throat absolutely went dry.

Meanwhile, a pestiferous, derisive voice chuckled on the other side of the call. Emiliana couldn't help but masticate her delicate, quaking lips as she waited for his response.

After clearing his throat, he demanded, "I'm calling from the police station. Come and pick up your wh*r*!"

"What wh*r*?" she inquired reluctantly. Her legs suddenly felt jelly–like.

Before she could inquire further about the 'wh*r*' phrase, the police officer disconnected the call. The queer news hit her puissantly, and she froze on the ground and couldn't move any of her muscles.

Her depleted mind scrambled to form fragments of whether it was a delusion or reality. Emiliana could not centralize her thoughts on anything other than the words the police had used to describe the criminal, 'Prostitute!'

Instantly, she hailed a passing cab and ordered to be taken to the police station. Though she understood how incautious her boyfriend could be, this had caught her off guard.

Soon, she struggled her fragile legs up the police station's staircase and stormed in...

With a single glimpse, all her inquisitiveness was gratified. The man so–called 'wh*r*' was ubiquitous.

Not only him, but also the woman sitting next to him in the hall. Upon hearing her soft sigh, Jefferson—her boyfriend, raised his eyes and scrutinized her like an outcast.

Meanwhile, the woman next to him, Rose—her old friend, leaned her head on her boyfriend's shoulder like a newly wedded couple on their honeymoon.

Upon seeing what kind of crooks she had come to rescue, her fragile legs abruptly glued to the ground, and her heart accreted boldness. Moreover, outrage emerged in her veins as she clenched her fists into firm balls.

With each step, her feet felt like lead while her heart grew ponderous. Her eyes seemed compunctious; however, her heart was fallacious.

Upon seeing the deliriousness printed on her face, Rose Janice straightened up and trailed off, "I'm so sorry, E—Emiliana, I can explain this–"

"There's nothing to explain!" She yowled through her gritted teeth.

Thenceforth, Jefferson straightened up also and thrust Rose away like a filthy object before running towards Emiliana.

Without thinking spontaneously, he coerced her into his embrace and tightened his grip.

Promptly, a peculiar sensation curled up her skin from head to toe. As if embracing a lascivious man, she shoved him away, shrieking, "Don't you dare touch me!"

"Em–Emiliana.." Louis trailed off, greeting her with a sheepish beam.

Jeff seemed lightning-stricken, his lips plunged edgily as he endeavored to regain his tranquility. Even though he tried to lock eyes with her, he ended up flushing flusteredly.

Regardless of the liquor running through his veins, his body instantly went numb, and his dauntlessness drooped.

Meanwhile, Rose dashed forward rapidly, "You said you would tell her about us. Just tell–"

"Pipe down, Rose! This is grave, don't you see that?"

After giving her an admonishing glance, he turned to Emiliana and grinned absurdly, "This is not what you are thinking, honey. Kindly, let me explain this later, okay? Right now, please, bail us out. Just lie to the police that you're my wife."

Jefferson tried to seize her shoulders but she reversed another step. Meanwhile, she managed to murmur, "It better not be what I'm thinking of."

After undergoing the preposterous confession, Jefferson and Rose were set free from the police walls. The three walked together out of the police station with laughter; except for Emiliana, who felt backstabbed, beguiled, and fractured.

After managing a few steps towards his Mercedes Benz, Emiliana turned to Jeff with an obnoxious look and shrilled, "How noxious are you to do this to me, Jeff?"

"I said it's not what you are thinking of!" Now that he was out of imminence, his voice was grievous, "You know what... I don't have time for your abracadabra! Neither do I have to explain myself!"

"Neither can I listen to your fatuous explanation! After all, what's left to clarify after being caught red-handed f*ck*n' your wh*r* in public?”

She swallowed hard, “Nevertheless, weren't you concerned about your family's reputation?" she howled back, her sharp voice awakening the travail roaming through her heart.

"How did you feel when the police called you a prostitute? Can you imagine how many onlookers reveled and recorded you f*ck*n' a prostitute in a pub? If I knew what you'd done, you would be rotting in prison!" she added, panting strenuously.

"Screw you, Emiliana! Enough of your pointless lectures!" Jeff reproached her.

Emiliana suddenly shut her mouth and dropped her mug. Even though she was right to rebuke him, she understood how short-tempered he was.

Meanwhile, she wiped tears off her red, swollen eyes and scrutinized Rose. If they were trying to disgust her, they had won!

Unable to take more of her objurgation, Jeff snapped, "Now that I slept with her in the pub, so what? Yes, I amused onlookers with my filthiness! Will you kill me now?"

After hearing the onerous confession, Emiliana's heart suddenly darkened and her eyes sunk to the ground. Her feet felt like hefty lead. Feeling nauseous, she struggled to maintain her balance.

Seeing her slipping, Jeff dashed forward to help her; however, she shoved him away, "If you dare touch me, you're a dead man! Just go and sleep with your wh*r* all you want!"

Jeff felt as if a precious treasure had just slipped out of his hands and he couldn't save it.

Meanwhile, he plunged his face, pouted and then stared at her sternly, "I don't want her anymore. Assume this never happened, Emiliana. You know I'm in love with you, right?"

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Chapter 2. Painful Sarcasm

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Jeff's acerbic words sounded equally humorous to Emiliana. How impenitent was he to hail his conditional love after frustrating her trust?

Meanwhile, Rose dropped her face and pouted at the envy digesting her heart.

After a short pause, she dashed forward and feigned benevolence, "Jeff is right, Emiliana. Regardless of how hard I try, he'll always put you first—"

Simultaneously, Emiliana raised her admonishing stare at her and clenched her fists, "I don't expect you to say anything, whore! Neither do I know who you are anymore!" Her words virtually choked her throat.

After constantly gasping for air, she added, "Shut up! What were you thinking when you dropped your panties for him if not trying to lure him?"

Whatever she censured her for, Rose stepped forward ruefully and argued, "You don't have to do this, Emiliana. You are the best couple there is–"

Withal, her bumptiousness could be traced through