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Too Late, Ex: I Chose The Uncle

Too Late, Ex: I Chose The Uncle

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1205    |    Released on: Today at 18:05

The trauma bay is strictly for active emergencies-if these two don't get their admission

shed straight from campus without changing-an oversized sky-blue knit sweater over black leggings and salt-stained winter boots. At five-foot-five, s

atingly warm. Keira glanced at her wristwatch every few seconds, her pulse hammering against her ribs. She was only twenty-four, an untenured substitute instructo

ician in a wrinkled white coat stepped out, yanking his

ow are the t

rim of his glasses with an exhausted, shrewd

her voice scraping aga

ch o

d crimson. She had to swallow down the nausea twice before she could f

at each other and turn an entire terrace café on the campus square into a demolition site. One took a blow to the chest and cracked a rib. The ot

spine stiffenin

overnight observation. But since the younger patient is admitted under an executive family trust policy, administrati

desperate, irrational prayer clawed at her chest-please, let it be Alexan

voice barely audible. "The fra

two plastic intake clipboards to the physician. The d

en Du

ed through her skull. In that dizzying instant, she wished, with every remaining s

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The Dur

itch. At that exact moment, the double mahogany doors of the executive boardroom were wrenched open from within, an

the secretary stepped swift

o the entrance. From behind, his long legs were crossed in an effortless, immaculate posture, exuding an absolute, le

only a crisp, tailored white shirt. The stark linen clung to the broad span of

cadence of her hee

n features into sharp, breathtaking relief. Even after years of serving at his side, the secretary still felt that familiar, involuntary catch in her throat. At thirty-seven, Augusti

Dur

the wheel of his antique silver lighter sparked. A slender cigarette caught fir

cretary reported, keeping her voice strictly modulated. "They report that Camren was in

A dangerous stillness settled over the room. He reached up, loosening his collar button by a single notch, and

w, velvet baritone, deceptively c

he in a

rcation," she answered car

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before the elevator bank, watching the crimson d

account wouldn't clear a major hospital deposit before the month's stipend landed. She bit her lower lip until the metallic tang of blood touched her tongue. In an elite private medical

he breath from her lungs, the phone inside her

-a melody she had handpicked four years ago, exclusively for Alexandre

alls when they talked until dawn, she used to believe

old, mocking blade, twisting in her chest

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Too Late, Ex: I Chose The Uncle
Too Late, Ex: I Chose The Uncle
“My secret boyfriend of four years, Alexandre, dumped me for a wealthy corporate bride. Three weeks later, I was dragged to the ER because my 21-year-old student, Camren, got into a bloody street fight after publicly sending me 999 roses. The guy he fought? My ex, Alexandre. Before I could even process the absurdity, Camren's uncle arrived. Augustin Durham was the cold, ruthless head of a Wall Street empire who crushed anyone who stained his family name. Without asking for the truth, Augustin threw a check at me, demanding I resign from my PhD program and take the fall for "seducing" his nephew. Meanwhile, Alexandre called, threatening to ruin my academic career if I exposed his involvement in the brawl. I refused to be a scapegoat for these arrogant billionaires. I was tired of being hidden in the dark, and I was definitely not going to let a trust fund family destroy my hard-earned future. Furious, I sent a scathing text to the number Camren had just messaged me from. "The family name and trust fund money you are so proud of carry zero privilege with me. Stop harassing me, or I'll report you and your high-and-mighty uncle." I hit send, ready to face the university board. But I didn't know Camren had borrowed his uncle's spare phone. Across the city, the ruthless Augustin Durham looked at his private device, reading my defiant text. Instead of destroying me, a dangerous smile crossed the billionaire's face as he dialed my number.”