Unforgivable Mistakes, Unpaid Debts

Chapter 8

Word Count: 454 | Released on: 14/08/2025

s body radiating a cold, da

payment. For the seven years my brother rotted in j

e," Keegan said

want your company. All of it. The core data for

It was Keegan' s life' s work, the culmination of seven years of relentless effort. It was the

said without a mo

ilence as Keegan made a call. Within twenty minutes, a nervous-looking assis

her go,"

ife on a nearby crate. "You humiliated my brother. I want to see you bleed. One

sly over the edge of a loading bay that dr

ould do. For Cora, h

ssed the blade to his own arm and drew a long, deep

ask of stone. The only sound in the warehouse was Cora' s terrif

ed out her phone. Her fingers were

e a low, steady whisper as she gave the address. "A

of crimson lines. He was swaying on his feet, but his hand was steady. He was o

red on the concrete floor. He looked at the

ied?" h

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Unforgivable Mistakes, Unpaid Debts

Immanuel Caspar Romance

“For seven years, I used my inheritance to sponsor my college crush. I took Keegan Valdez, a brilliant but disgraced student working as a bartender, and turned him into a Silicon Valley billionaire. We lived together, and I was the fool who believed our transactional relationship was love. Then his childhood sweetheart, Cora, came back. The humiliation was public and swift. At a charity auction, he outbid me for a two-million-dollar necklace, fastening it around her neck for everyone to see. That same night, he rescued me after I was drugged and nearly assaulted, only to abandon me in a hotel room because Cora called with a fake emergency about a stuck shower door. But the final nail in the coffin came after a car hit me. As I lay bleeding in the ER, the nurse called him for consent for my emergency surgery. I heard his voice on the phone, cold and irritated. "I'm comforting my girlfriend," he said. "Whatever happens to her is not my concern." The line went dead. The man I had built from nothing had just left me to die. With a trembling hand, I signed the consent form myself. Then I made another call. "Edwin," I whispered to the man who had proposed to me a year ago. "About that wedding... are you still interested?"”