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Falling For My Cheating Boyfriend's Uncle

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 819    |    Released on: Today at 18:28

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od by the curb waiting for our cab. "He acts so tough, but everyone knows he only keeps his roster spot

ready wired them fifty thousand yesterday. By the end of this year, I'll have enough to pay back ev

lack full-size SUVs glided to a

y shit, Grace. Look at that! A custom bulletproof Maybach.

iver quickly stepped out

cold, sharp angles of his jaw. His dark ice-blue eyes were like a frozen lake, betraying z

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kipped a v

ting respectful postures as they escorted him toward the

g. "Grace... that guy next to him is Axel Sterling. Which means... the

ad, his piercing gaze cutting through the night, locking eyes with me across th

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pulled the heavy silver

ht now," I said, my voice firm. "I'm end

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is face. "My boss asked me to pass on a message. He says you two already know each

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ng from these bodyguards, I grabbed

place to rent. If I wanted to pay off my debt quickly, I had to cut my living expenses. And I h

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he city, Krystle was unpacking

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ha, pushing the plate away. "I'm a pro athlete, Martha. I eat my e

the plate away. "I'm sorry, Mr.

ordered, rubbing my temples. I glanced up toward the

ything. Her face twisted with vicious jealousy. W

antly. "Is Miss Gracelyn.

t my attention. I don't have time to play these games with her." I took a sip of black coffee, narrowin

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Falling For My Cheating Boyfriend's Uncle
Falling For My Cheating Boyfriend's Uncle
“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.”