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Falling For My Cheating Boyfriend's Uncle

Chapter 8 

Word Count: 639    |    Released on: Today at 18:28

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as broken by the ding of the standard v

ng heavily in a wrinkled tracksuit. Clinging to his arm was

udly. "Derik, the disinfectant in this hospital smell

ared in disbelief at the minor model clinging to her son. In a mat

way in her designer heels, raised her right

ac

al walls. Derik stumbled back half a

crazy? Why d

pointing a shaking finger

ur actual girlfriend is racing against the clock to prep for her surgery. And yo

he corner, her face pale as she protecti

m Derik's girlfrien

. "Trash like you will never step foot inside th

watched Derik get humiliated in public

e the matriarch, Hedy turned around, smoothed her hair,

recognize you as my daughter-in-law. When his

y done. At that exact moment, the private VIP express elevato

seemed to drop ten degrees. T

d out first, lining both sides of the corridor. Then, a

with the top button undone. His broad shoulders and narr

king out from under his thick brows were the exact same piercing, ice

, straightening her jacket and stepping

finally here... M

like a mouse facing a hawk, dr

le Dom

ss shoes clicked against the polished floor as he walked straight pa

e eyes locked onto my

lips. His deep, gravelly voice vibr

all,"

circuited, my heart pound

reaper whose life I had saved in a dirty restro

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Falling For My Cheating Boyfriend's Uncle
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“I endured my boyfriend Derik's terrible temper for four years just to repay a childhood debt to his wealthy family. But after a grueling twelve-hour surgery, I came home to find him in our bed with a desperate socialite model. Instead of apologizing, he sneered that she could actually help him climb the social ladder. He told me that as long as I behaved and kept handling his messy chores, I could still live there on his family's charity. The model mocked me from the pillows. "Everyone knows you're pathetic for Derik. You'll be crying and begging to come back tomorrow." Four years of walking on eggshells were replaced like cheap furniture, making my chest feel completely hollow. I realized I was nothing but a free housekeeping tool to a narcissistic loser who lived off his trust fund. But I wasn't going to cry or beg. I pulled out a bank wire receipt for exactly one hundred and sixty-seven thousand dollars and slammed it against his bare chest. "Four years of room and board, principal plus interest. We are completely even." I packed my bags and walked out into the freezing rain for good. Little did Derik know, the bleeding fugitive I would save in a dive bar later that night was his legendary, untouchable billionaire uncle.”