Forced to be in a relationship with my Friends uncle

Trapped in a web of illicit desire and family secrets, Sierra finds herself entangled with Xavier, her best friend's uncle and soon-to-be-married man. After a night she can barely remember, she wakes up in his bed, only to discover he’s the formidable, unapproachable Xavier Woods—a man who commands fear and obsession. Now, forced to navigate his engagement party while hiding their explosive secret, Sierra must confront a possessive claim that threatens to consume her, and the terrifying realization that her life is irrevocably linked to a man who refuses to let her go.

Forced to be in a relationship with my Friends uncle

Trapped in a web of illicit desire and family secrets, Sierra finds herself entangled with Xavier, her best friend's uncle and soon-to-be-married man. After a night she can barely remember, she wakes up in his bed, only to discover he’s the formidable, unapproachable Xavier Woods—a man who commands fear and obsession. Now, forced to navigate his engagement party while hiding their explosive secret, Sierra must confront a possessive claim that threatens to consume her, and the terrifying realization that her life is irrevocably linked to a man who refuses to let her go.

The thumping bass vibrated through the yacht's hull, a stark contrast to the quiet terror that coiled in Sierra's stomach. Her head throbbed, a dull ache that echoed the deeper pain in her heart. She stood on the upper deck, the salty breeze doing little to cool the flush on her cheeks. Below, on the main deck, the engagement party was in full swing. Laughter, clinking glasses, and the murmur of polite conversation created a deceptive illusion of normalcy.

Claire, her best friend, was pulling her towards the dance floor, her eyes sparkling with innocent excitement. "Si, what are you thinking? Come on, let's go and dance!"

Sierra forced a smile, her gaze involuntarily drawn to the imposing figure across the deck. Xavier Woods, the groom, stood unapproachable and handsome, his fiancée Nancy Thomas beside him. His dark eyes, like twin abysses, lifted, finding hers across the crowd. A shiver traced its way down her spine. His silent claim echoed in her mind: 'You are mine.' And she was, terrifyingly, undeniably, irrevocably his. The past two weeks had been a blur, a descent into a nightmare she couldn't escape.