I Dumped My Cheating Fiancé and Married His Uncle

Navia Harrison stood outside the hotel room, her fingers trembling around her phone.

An anonymous text message glowed on the screen.

[Grand Hotel. Room 1001. Password: 123456.]

[There's a surprise waiting for you.]

At first, she had assumed it was some kind of prank.

But something about it made her uneasy enough to come anyway.

Tomorrow was her wedding day.

Tonight, her fiancé had told her he was busy preparing a surprise for her.

Now, standing in front of Room 1001, a strange chill crept up her spine.

After a brief hesitation, she entered the password.

The door unlocked with a soft click.

Navia slowly pushed it open.

The moment she stepped inside, her entire body froze.

A man and woman were tangled together on the hotel bed.

The woman beneath him was glamorous and heavily made up, her scarlet nails tracing lazy circles across his chest as she pouted.

"Liam, you're marrying Navia tomorrow. Why are you here with me tonight? Haven't I suffered enough already?"

At the mention of the wedding, disgust flashed across the man's face.

"Linda, you know exactly why I'm marrying her," he said, pulling the woman closer. "It's for the Harrison Group. Once we're married and I get control of the shares, I'll deal with her."

The woman's eyes lit up with anticipation.

"And how exactly are you planning to deal with her?"

A cold smirk curled on his lips.

"How hard could it be? A honeymoon accident. A fall off a cliff. Or maybe complications during childbirth." He shrugged casually. "Women die from hemorrhaging all the time."

The woman gasped dramatically, covering her mouth.

"Liam... she's still my sister. Isn't that a little cruel?"

"Cruel?" he sneered. "She stole your place in the family and left you carrying the shame of being the illegitimate daughter all these years. She should've disappeared a long time ago. I'm just getting justice for you."

Linda threw herself into his arms, touched beyond words.

"Liam... you really care about me that much?"

"You're the one I love." His grin turned wicked as he tightened his hold on her. "Of course I do. And tonight, I plan to spoil you properly."

"Stop it..." she giggled flirtatiously.

Their laughter echoed through the suite.

Navia stood motionless by the doorway, her face drained of color.

An icy numbness spread through her body, squeezing tightly around her heart until she could barely breathe.

The man on the bed was her fiancé.

The woman in his arms was her father's mistress's daughter-her so-called stepsister.

And the two of them were discussing her murder as casually as if they were talking about tomorrow's weather.

A wave of nausea surged through her stomach.

No.

She would never let them get what they wanted.

Fighting back the urge to vomit, Navia quietly raised her phone and recorded every disgusting second.

Then, before they could notice her presence, she turned and stumbled out of the room.

Her mind was in chaos.

So shaken that she failed