Beyond His Reach: The Girl He Cast Aside

Beyond His Reach: The Girl He Cast Aside

Gavin

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My world revolved around Alex Thompson, the golden son of the family who took an orphan like me in. For years, my love for him was a secret hum, a quiet song played on the old piano, hoping he' d hear. But when I finally laid my heart bare, he looked at me with cold, distant pity. "Ava," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "You' re like a sister to me. Always." Then he declared his engagement to Chloe Vanderbilt, parading her around like a bright, sharp shield; each public display a fresh wound. Chloe mocked me openly, called me a "hand-me-down," and casually destroyed my last precious memento, my mother' s music box. And while Alex stood idly by, she maliciously framed me for attacking her. Then, his fist flashed. A searing pain erupted on my cheek as he slapped me. "You ungrateful brat!" he seethed, his eyes blazing with fury. That brutal blow extinguished the last dying ember of hope, replacing it with a cold, clear certainty: I had to leave. My love, my loyalty, my very existence had been treated as mere charity, a burdensome obligation, then crushed with cruel contempt. How could the boy who once swore to protect me become the man who struck me for another' s lie? It was over. So, I left. I walked out of that house, leaving behind the shattered pieces of my heart and a symbolic repayment for their "charity." I agreed to an arranged marriage with Noah Evans, a quiet tech mogul. Now, as his fiancée, I'm heading to New York to chase my music dreams, a life where Alex Thompson is nothing but a distant, bitter memory. He thinks he won, that I'll eventually come crawling back. He' s about to find out just how wrong he is.

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My world revolved around Alex Thompson, the golden son of the family who took an orphan like me in.

For years, my love for him was a secret hum, a quiet song played on the old piano, hoping he' d hear.

But when I finally laid my heart bare, he looked at me with cold, distant pity.

"Ava," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "You' re like a sister to me. Always."

Then he declared his engagement to Chloe Vanderbilt, parading her around like a bright, sharp shield; each public display a fresh wound.

Chloe mocked me openly, called me a "hand-me-down," and casually destroyed my last precious memento, my mother' s music box.

And while Alex stood idly by, she maliciously framed me for attacking her.

Then, his fist flashed.

A searing pain erupted on my cheek as he slapped me.

"You ungrateful brat!" he seethed, his eyes blazing with fury.

That brutal blow extinguished the last dying ember of hope, replacing it with a cold, clear certainty: I had to leave.

My love, my loyalty, my very existence had been treated as mere charity, a burdensome obligation, then crushed with cruel contempt.

How could the boy who once swore to protect me become the man who struck me for another' s lie?

It was over.

So, I left.

I walked out of that house, leaving behind the shattered pieces of my heart and a symbolic repayment for their "charity."

I agreed to an arranged marriage with Noah Evans, a quiet tech mogul.

Now, as his fiancée, I'm heading to New York to chase my music dreams, a life where Alex Thompson is nothing but a distant, bitter memory.

He thinks he won, that I'll eventually come crawling back.

He' s about to find out just how wrong he is.

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