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The Boy They Loved Was The Underworld Queen

Chapter 5 Going Home And Being Stalked

Word Count: 767    |    Released on: 18/09/2025

found Walter waiting for her, paperwork in hand. "A

re at these walls any longer, I'd go insane." Relief s

Walter, who couldn't hide his delight. His eyes

ll, he couldn't help but notice how fragile he seemed. Once they got home

Walter guided her outside to a gl

s flashed through her mind-stepping into a car just like this had

. "What's the matter?" he asked ge

uncertainty flick

at Walter's heart, and he felt

he driver. "Take this car back and bring a different Rolls-Royce. In fact, ge

uard by Walter's sudden decision. She glan

ly was wealthy beyond belief, but

hould've thought about how you'd feel. I

Really, it's okay. I just nee

n through enough. Now that you're home, nothing's too good for y

"Walter, I don't even

s easy. I'll get you the best instructor in town. Give it a

overwhelmed and amused by just how

e city, Walter started catching h

e so-called brothers, the family had

g the news. "Daniela's a sweetheart. I think s

and Dad were desperate to find you. Eventually, they found Daniela-she'

ave to worry, Walter. I'm not the jealous

, pride and affection

through so much, Avery'

ome home, too. They usually have a million things going on, b

it to her. "I got you something to celebrate

to reveal a stunning watch inside-a rare

bt: Walter spared nothi

g you should be aware of." A quiet v

sight of two cars flanking them-b

smile. She was still turning the watch over in her hands, completely absorbed. "Go on,

le gesture tow

away and gently stepped on

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The Boy They Loved Was The Underworld Queen
The Boy They Loved Was The Underworld Queen
“Heiress to a crime syndicate, Avery had hunted her father's killer for years. Disguised as a boy, she slipped into the Hudson household as their youngest "son," expecting a den of wolves, yet finding open arms. An eldest brother who ruled boardrooms, a second who breathed textbooks, and a third who commanded the cameras. She juggled lies, outsmarting them all-until her mask was tore away. "Avery's a girl?" "She owns a thousand cars and billions?" "She's not even family?" As love closed around her, she realized the murderer was her supposed "best bud." Her brothers bristled. "Back off, punk. Not our Avery!"”