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Unwanted Secret Lover: Now Watch Me Shine

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 830    |    Released on: 09/05/2026

oom and collapsed onto her bed, staring at the bl

utes passe

ldn't s

n. It buzzed to life, a flood of notifications from group

. The link she'd sent was marke

, there wa

r washed over her, the three

t. She held her breath, her eye

rty seconds, as if he were constructing a complex, profound sentence, only to abruptly vanish

ank again. The si

A new message. She swiped it open s

s fro

not what you think. I'm busy for the

ripping with the casual arrogance of someone who expected

face, blurring the cold words on the screen. She wiped them away angrily, her f

he words, then

as the

erse of disappointment and exha

h

ontact settings and swit

, plunging it into a perpetual twilight. The floor became a graveyard of crumpled sketches. She wo

like a cave in here." She peered at Kaelyn's pale face and the da

ster. "Just a design competition," she said, her

d. She hesitated, then said softly, "Listen, about that pos

pencil, and the lead snapped, the sharp point digging

said, her voice flat as she tossed the broken pe

the ultimate prize," Eleanor sighed. "Turns out he's

o a wound Kaelyn couldn't even acknowledge. The NDA meant she d

reen, trying to focus. But all she could see was his

ll from Clemente. She watched the screen flash, his

tes later

the pho

is tone made her

e-canceling headphones and turned the music up until it wa

a heavy hand, erasing the evidence of her sleepless weekend. She put on a black, sha

ecture & Investment Board. As the lead representative for

representing the finance dep

the eye. She buried the hurt, the betrayal, the

decisively on the pavement as she headed towa

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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.”