The Hockey Star's Runaway Fake Girlfriend

Chapter 4

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cing a new piano piece when my ph

then answer

e other end was cool and elegant, laced wi

e. Christian's mother. I'd only heard her spe

beat. "Yes, this is

ree o'clock. Mike will pick you up." She wasn'

about, but she gave me no chance. "

ned. Why did she want to see me so

teraction with the Carlisle family made m

put on some light makeup, trying to l

apartment building. The driver, Mike Tucker, one of the f

he said with

burbs. I watched the city streets blu

iving past manicured lawns and a massive fountain before sto

long hallway lined with

oom. The maid led me to a glass

ing a rose bush. She wore a perfectly tailored Chanel s

ust gestured with her chin t

fly, my hands c

shears. She wiped her hands on a damp towel, then

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as the cleaning lady who used to come to our ap

missed," Meredi

hocked.

't keep her mouth shut. She told people your relationship with Christian

cold. How c

landed on me like a physical blow. "Not from our staff, and not

e had called me

hristian look settled, stable, untouchable. Instead, our stilted, hollow performance had become the very thing peopl

been stripped naked in public. My role as a "con

o explain, but my throat was dr

absurd decision. An athlete should be focused on his c

PR strategy she

d said in a tone as casual as if she were discussing

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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."”