Too Late, Ex: I Chose The Uncle

Chapter 4

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sparked to life. A slim white cigarette was caught between two knuckles, th

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past her anxiety, and she parted her lips to protest. But bef

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ce laced with faint, unmistakable mockery. "Do young women

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fists inside her coat pock

glinting with a cool, appraisal light. "A sensible decision.

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me looking for her, there wouldn't have been a brawl. But those roses? Th

lowing smoke into her face while slicing her

out a fight, wouldn't she be proving Alexandre Clay right? Wouldn't she be ad

, her slender spine snapping taut as ste

y responsibility, and I fully intend to pay for Camren's medical expenses d

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responsibility for that spectacle does not belong to me. Rather, as the head of his family, perhaps you shoul

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is hand, his eyes locking onto Keira Henson with a sudden, razor-sharp intensity-h

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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.”