Flash Marriage with My Ex’s Billionaire Uncle

Elena Carter's POV: "Are you really not coming, babe? This party is just for you!" Amelia Rosewood's voice over the phone was filled with disappointment. I smiled and turned her down. "Sorry, I'm getting engaged tomorrow, and I have other things to prepare. You guys go ahead and have fun." Amelia sighed. "Is Logan really that amazing? You love him that much? Alright, call me if you need anything." I agreed and hung up. Three days ago, my first-ever magazine cover dropped. In just one hour, sales had already hit over a hundred million copies worldwide. It was a massive success. I'm Elena Carter—22 years old, at the top of the fashion industry, an elite supermodel. I've even acted in a few films and have millions of fans across the globe. But right at the peak of my career, I announced my retirement from the entertainment industry on social media. Because I was about to marry the love of my life—Logan Russo. Yes, our marriage was arranged by our families, but we truly loved each other. I believed that once we got married, we'd be incredibly happy together. Just thinking about our future made me smile. My phone rang again. It was a staff member reminding me that the custom-made engagement gifts and rings I had ordered were ready for pickup. I drove over to get them, then headed straight to Logan's house. Our engagement was tomorrow, but I wanted to see him early and surprise him with the ring. He'd definitely be thrilled. When I got to his house, I noticed the front door wasn't fully closed, so I pushed it open and stepped inside. Then I heard it. "Oh… Logan, f**k me! Your d**k is so big!" The breathy moans, the sound of bodies colliding, the wet, obscene noises... What. The. f**k. I froze in place. The smile on my face disappeared instantly. I knew that voice. It was Charlotte Smith. My best friend. Having s*x. With Logan. At Logan's house. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. For years, Logan had always been the picture of devotion, the perfect boyfriend. Never in my wildest dreams did I think something like this could happen. He had once promised me that we'd save ourselves for our wedding night. Maybe this was all a misunderstanding? Maybe I wasn't hearing things right? I stood there, frozen, my mind blank. Then Charlotte's voice rang out again. "Logan, what if Elena finds out? You guys are getting engaged tomorrow!" Oh. So now they remember I exist? I clenched the gift bag in my hands, forcing myself to stay silent. I loved him. For so many years. A part of me still foolishly held onto hope. I waited, just to hear what Logan would say. Then his voice came through—rough, low, dripping with lust. "f**k, lift your ass higher, b***h!" I had never seen this side of him before. He sounded like a wild animal in heat. I could picture it. The way their bodies tangled together, the desperate way they were f*****g. "You don't think it's more exciting this way? Screwing behind her back? You must like it too, right? Otherwise, why would you strip down and throw yourself at me the night before our engagement, you little slut?" "Logan, you're so bad," Charlotte giggled. "But I really like you." Then, in a teasing voice, she asked, "Tell me, Logan, who's better? Me or that pathetic b***h?" Logan chuckled. I heard them kissing. "Of course, you're my favorite, baby. Now open your mouth. Don't spit it out." I always thought waiting until marriage was something we both wanted. Turns out, I was the only i***t who actually believed in it. How many women had there been? Was Charlotte just the latest in a long list? All these years, our so-called love had been nothing but a joke. I should have turned around and walked away. But I refused to let them off so easily. I pulled out my phone, switched on the camera, and quietly stepped inside. From the entryway to the living room, their clothes were scattered across the floor—shoes, shirts, even Charlotte's lace bra. I could picture how frantically they had stripped each other down, kissing, pawing, desperate to f**k. I felt sick. Numb. I had listened to their live show long enough. Now, I was going to see it. I held my phone steady, recording everything. And there they were. My fiancé, completely naked, thrusting into my best friend, his body moving like an animal. Charlotte writhed underneath him, arching like a snake to match his rhythm. I could even see the slick wetness glistening on Logan's c**k. I nearly threw up. "Oh my god, Logan," Charlotte moaned. "Imagine if Elena could see you f*****g me right now. Wouldn't that be thrilling?" Logan groaned, clearly turned on by the thought. He slammed into her even harder, shoving two fingers into her mouth. They were close. I let out a quiet, bitter laugh. You want me to watch? Well, guess what? I already did. I hit play on the video I had just recorded and turned the volume all the way up. The room was instantly filled with their own filthy moans. I stepped forward. Both of them jerked up in shock. Charlotte squealed, scrambling to hide behind Logan. "What the hell? Where's that sound coming from?" Logan panicked. His d**k went limp on the spot, slipping out of Charlotte's body, covered in sticky c*m. I gagged, disgusted beyond words. I smirked. "Enjoying the video? Should we play it at our engagement party tomorrow? That'd be exciting, don't you think?" Logan's face turned white. "Elena?! What are you doing here? W-When did you get here?" He stumbled off Charlotte, his pathetic excuse of a d**k hanging there, still dripping. I instinctively took a step back and covered my nose. Gross. "Oops, did I interrupt your wild s*x night?" I said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Don't worry, I heard everything from the door. Logan, I really did expect more from you—" I glanced down at his tiny, unimpressive package, then at Charlotte, who was hiding behind the couch like a guilty little rat. With a cold laugh, I said, "Charlotte, that was one hell of a performance. I mean, considering how small he is, you sure put on quite the show. Maybe you should switch careers—Porn Actress might suit you better. At least then you'd finally get some real applause, instead of getting roasted for your shitty acting." Charlotte bit her lip, humiliated. She cowered behind Logan. "Elena, I'm sorry! You've always been so good to me, but… I really love Logan!" Charlotte had been a struggling actress when I met her. She was working at a club, getting harassed by drunk men. I had stepped in, helped her get modeling gigs, even defended her on i********: when people trashed her acting. And this was how she repaid me? Logan reached for me. "Elena, it's not what it looks like. Just let me explain—" I dodged him. He was still naked. I refused to let that disgusting, cheating piece of s**t touch me. Without another word, I turned and walked out. The moment I stepped outside, I doubled over and dry-heaved. Then I took out my phone and made a post. "Changed my mind. Engagement canceled. I love my job!"