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Unwanted Secret Lover: Now Watch Me Shine

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 859    |    Released on: 09/05/2026

studio, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Kaelyn stared at her CAD drawing, her

rd since she'd left the penthouse last night, each one

n lit up. A tex

eting with the lawyers went on

blatant and effortless. Her thumb hovered over the keyboard, but

e she'd just run a sprint. She was balancing two cups of ste

ng the coffees down on Kaelyn's desk. A few drops of hot l

not interested in stup

ind item from a New York gossip column directly onto our app!" Thea sho

on a prominent city gossip blog before spreading like wildfire to their campus app. The timestamp read 6:30 a.

ek black Maybach with a license plate she

the photo that made the

sture protective, as he helped a girl get out of the car. She was petite, dress

custom-tailor

grabbed from his closet last n

ine of her neck, the delicate frame, the aur

Her vision tunneled, focusing on tha

s to Kaelyn's internal collapse. "He's dropping her off at her morning

, unlocked her own phone and pulled up the text

h the lawyers w

It was a physical force, a wave that crashed over her, leaving her breathless. Her

cut through the fog. "You're rea

her phone and pressed the heels of her hands to h

The whole campus is freaking out. People are already

age

abbing directly into the

loor. A violent cramp seized her stomach. She started shoving her drawings and no

?" Thea asked, startled. "

ooking at her. She grabbed her backpa

hispering excitedly. She caught snippets of their conversatio

stone thrown at her. She walked faster, her pace qu

al box, she sagged against the wall. The facade crumbled. A s

vements were precise. She copied the URL of the gossip post. S

questions. No

cold, har

decisive tap, she po

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“I signed a strict Non-Disclosure Agreement to be the secret girlfriend of Clemente Whitaker, the wealthy heir and finance chairman at our university. But while he kept me hidden in the shadows, a campus gossip app exposed a photo of him wrapping his custom suit jacket around a fragile high-society ballerina at dawn. When I ignored his calls, he publicly humiliated me by vetoing the funding for my architecture project to punish me. Later, he pinned me against a dark stairwell wall, kissing me desperately and begging me not to leave him. But the very next second, terrified that someone might see us together, he coldly pointed down the concrete steps. "Take the stairs down to the basement and go out through the loading dock back door. No one will see you." Looking at the heavy, vintage diamond bracelet he had given me, I finally realized the bitter truth. It was breathtakingly expensive, but it was two sizes too big. He never even bothered to learn my wrist size. He just bought something shiny to keep his dirty secret quiet while he publicly protected another woman. I unclasped the heavy diamonds and dropped them into the dark bottom of my bag. Next Friday is the biggest architectural gala in New York, and I am going to walk in as a free woman.”