The Hockey Star's Runaway Fake Girlfriend

Chapter 2

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an Carl

ith the smell of stale beer and cheap perfume. I swirled the red

bow, jerking his chin in one direction

er eyes shining. A classic Puck Bunny. They were a fixture in the life of

might have been a smile, then immedia

iously, where's your girlfriend? Isla didn't come

her in the apartment, maybe... waiting for me. The though

ome to this

her clean, honest eyes. They would make me feel

," I mumble

"Busy? Or is there trouble with your 'contrac

uid did nothing to cool the irritation burning i

then held up his hands in surrender

I felt anxious. The noise of the party was givi

the crowd toward me, a perfect smile plas

with her. I didn't wan

d before he could respond, I

I stepped out of the frat hou

t away. I leaned back against the headrest

s from Isla. A strange wave of disappointment

he texting Logan right now? The thought was like a venomous snake, gnawing at my sa

Better to see for myself than t

mostly dark. Only a single floor lamp was on in th

with the lingering scent of cooled food, mixed

st chicken inside, on top of a pile of what looked like a full

ited for me. And I was at a par

ening. I could hear the faint, even sound of h

to her bedroom door.

ing on her side, and curled up in her

r cohabitation was no pets. Esp

n purpose just so I

d retreated to my own roo

mind a tangled mess. Her face, the cold dinner,

n the living room. I walked out of m

ied up. The morning sun streamed in, makin

turned. Our eyes

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The Hockey Star's Runaway Fake Girlfriend

Lu Meng Modern

“I was the fake contract girlfriend of Christian Carlisle, Briar University's star hockey captain. On the night he returned to town, I foolishly made a perfect dinner and waited for him, only to find out he was busy drinking at a frat party. Worse, when his elite family summoned me, he publicly humiliated me at their dinner table, mocking me as a desperate stray who didn't belong in their world. When I finally snapped and told him I was done, he drove me out to a desolate, pitch-black highway and abandoned me by the side of the road with my suitcase. Days later, his mother's assistant called to coldly evict me from our apartment. Then came the email: a legal termination agreement offering me a fifty-thousand-dollar severance fee to shut up and disappear from his life forever. Meanwhile, the campus blogs were already celebrating his reunion with his wealthy childhood sweetheart, painting me as a pathetic gold-digger who finally got what she deserved. Fifty thousand dollars. That was the exact price they put on my dignity and two years of my youth. They really thought they could just buy my silence, crush my pride, and discard me like trash without a second thought. I didn't cry, and I didn't sign the papers. Instead, I picked up my phone and sent the untouchable hockey king one last text. "I saw the agreement. Before I sign anything, I want to see you one last time. You name the time and place."”