Falling For My Cheating Boyfriend's Uncle

Chapter 2

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restroom door banged open. Heavy boots stomped ag

! Don't let him ma

eped through the dark fabric of his shirt, staining my clothes. The overwhe

ncts immediately kicked in. If he didn't stop the bleeding,

is cold, ice-blue eyes. They looked somewhat fa

oached the wom

ld metal buckle of his leather belt and threw hi

to live, coop

ing the men kicking open the stalls one by one, I pulled out the small bottle of rubbing

lk camisole, grabbed the lapels of his blood-soake

t, the stall door was

s. I immediately broke the kiss, turned

are you looki

essed woman pinned against the wall, the thug h

tion in the bathroom," he laughed to his buddy

and their heavy footsteps

et out a long, shaky breath. My legs almost g

. He looked down at me, his ice-blue eyes flashing wi

bbing his arm and pointing

s gaze cold an

'd listen to the doctor," I s

pped the scarf tightly just above the deep gash on his side, tying a firm knot. Then, I pulled

this pen for a few minutes every forty minutes, then tighten it

chest and back. Beneath his hard, muscular physique, his skin was covered in

old, yet they were so bruta

ly locked up. His large hand shot out, cl

," he warned, his vo

ed his dark shirt with one hand, hiding the sca

d a beat. "What

umb pressed against my palm as he dropped

l," he rasped, his voice v

ed the broken door open and v

palm. It was a custom-made, black-and-gold enam

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“I endured my boyfriend Derik's terrible temper for four years just to repay a childhood debt to his wealthy family. But after a grueling twelve-hour surgery, I came home to find him in our bed with a desperate socialite model. Instead of apologizing, he sneered that she could actually help him climb the social ladder. He told me that as long as I behaved and kept handling his messy chores, I could still live there on his family's charity. The model mocked me from the pillows. "Everyone knows you're pathetic for Derik. You'll be crying and begging to come back tomorrow." Four years of walking on eggshells were replaced like cheap furniture, making my chest feel completely hollow. I realized I was nothing but a free housekeeping tool to a narcissistic loser who lived off his trust fund. But I wasn't going to cry or beg. I pulled out a bank wire receipt for exactly one hundred and sixty-seven thousand dollars and slammed it against his bare chest. "Four years of room and board, principal plus interest. We are completely even." I packed my bags and walked out into the freezing rain for good. Little did Derik know, the bleeding fugitive I would save in a dive bar later that night was his legendary, untouchable billionaire uncle.”