Too Late, Ex: I Chose The Uncle

Chapter 2

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ward into the quieter, carpeted expanse of the second-floor corridor, she

smooth and melodic as ever, but underneath lay a sharp, entitle

ng windows overlooked the snow-covered street below, Keira gripped the

ars-made her throat close with sudden grief, but she swallowed it

at, is this because of that kid who hauled nine hundred and ninety-nine roses into the te

ble! You were the one who ended it.

ing venomous through the receiver. "If you think you can toss me asi

s way-an indulged son of privilege who treated everything and everyone as disposable playth

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the line as she fought to steady her trembling breath. To Alexandre,

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her throat before

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. She gripped the phone until her knuckles turned bone-white, standing r

That's exactly the kind of person I am! I love my s

the phone, her chest heaving, and

sh of tears broke past her lashes

e wetness from her face. She leaned against the cold window glass, let

rs slid smoothly open agains

a low, velvet baritone cut through the hall-whol

e Camren

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Too Late, Ex: I Chose The Uncle

Elisha Plasket Modern

“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.”