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The Unwanted Substitute: Watch Me Shine Now

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 407    |    Released on: Today at 19:43

office, a black mood radiating from him.

upplementary credit cards. The report came back in minutes

tool of control. Frustration and a despera

contractor. "Find Aurora Haye

ppeared. It was in a gritty part of the city

e stairs two at a time, finding her apartment numb

wary voice came

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him to see her in a simple silk robe. He shoved his way in

ng smile twisted his lips. "This is your freedom? Li

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The Unwanted Substitute: Watch Me Shine Now
The Unwanted Substitute: Watch Me Shine Now
“When the anonymous photo arrived on our fourth anniversary, I found out my life as Julian Sterling's perfect fiancée was just a lie. The first thing he did when he got home was casually shatter my entire world. Julian stood in our penthouse, looking at me with absolute coldness. "Seraphina is back. She's the one I'll be marrying." He was going to throw me aside, claiming I was nothing more than a convenient substitute for the press and his powerful family. He watched me pack with a smirk, mocking my dependence on his wealth. He even made a bet with his billionaire friends, gambling a vintage Porsche that I would be back crying at his door within three days. For four years, I gave up my acting career and molded myself into his ideal, quiet companion, believing my daily devotion could melt his frozen heart. But my love was just a joke to him, a simple line item in an arrangement I had never seen. I didn't understand how he could be so casually cruel, or why my entire identity over these years had to be a meticulously crafted fraud. This time, I didn't shed a single tear or beg him to stay. I left behind every designer gown and black card, packed my old suitcase, and went straight to the clinic to burn the tattoo of his name off my skin. From now on, I am living for myself.”