Too Late, Mr. Tycoon: Watch Me Bloom

Chapter 6

Word Count: 690 | Released on: 17/05/2026

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up and gone back to his office. I lay in bed, eyes wide open in the

e began to crystallize. It cleared my head, burning away

gh the memory of my time at Karis's salon

been so insistent about that 'new' product, the on

imple paper label, the kind you could print from a home office. There wasn't even a brand name on it. As a hand model, I lived and breathed h

Karis had brushed it off, saying she was new. But now I s

. That wasn't a new European miracle cream. It

, grew into a monstrous tre

ound her name: Jessica. She was another model in the industry, the kind of woman who knew ev

hite bottle, the printed label, and Karis's story about it being a Eu

eart hammered agains

ut last night, and for the first time, I didn't care. The moment the door closed beh

himed. It

e off the counter

every word was a confirm

ands?! I have never heard of any legitimate brand, especial

came through i

it. No reputable salon would ever use something like tha

ered onto the floor. It was true. This wa

te act. Karis had s

he first time, the cold rage inside me shar

e word of the woman Chase trusted implicitly. I need

st walk in and ask for it. K

ck into that treatment room. And I ha

Chase had given me for our anniversary

tend I'd le

d focused. The game had changed. I wa

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“I was a top hand model, just weeks away from marrying billionaire Chase Strong. But my life was destroyed when my hands were severely burned by an exclusive cream recommended by my bridesmaid, Karis. The chemical burns ruined my career and cost me a three-million-dollar contract. When I cried in agony, Chase just frowned in annoyance, calling my pain a dramatic tantrum. He fiercely protected Karis, claiming she was worried sick about my accident, while his mother openly mocked me as a cripple unfit for their family. He even crossed my name off our first-class honeymoon tickets and wrote Karis's name instead, telling me it was compensation for her stress. I didn't understand why the man I loved was so cruel, until I secretly investigated the salon. I found out the cream was an unlicensed, corrosive chemical Karis deliberately used to disfigure me. And Chase knew. He was actively covering up her crime, treating me as a convenient placeholder while he protected the woman he truly wanted. I didn't scream or beg for his love anymore. On the morning of our multimillion-dollar wedding, I left the ten-carat diamond ring on his nightstand and vanished on a private jet. As he stood panicked at the altar in front of New York's elite, I sent him one last text: "I left you everything you ever gave me. Including this wedding."”