Replacing A Shadow With My True Billionaire

Chapter 4

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king toward us, his eye

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Replacing A Shadow With My True Billionaire

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“For five whole years, I broke myself to pieces on motocross tracks, all to chase Chaim Barrett's obsession with extreme sports. But on the very night I won my race, he sat in a VIP booth and read my viral romance novel aloud to everyone-every humiliating page of my one-sided devotion to him. "Aislinn, I've only ever seen you as a little sister. Where did this filthy little mind of yours come from?" My injured skin was still bleeding, while Chaim and his new fling made a joke of my pain, mocking everything I'd ever done. They all believed I loved Chaim deeply. But no one knew that every time I looked into his eyes, I was really seeing the boy who vanished from my life eight years ago. The moment I saw the replica ring at Chaim's throat-the same ring the boy used to wear-I finally woke up for good: he was not fit to be mentioned in the same breath as the man I truly loved. I hurled that black stud earring into the mud, turned my back without hesitation, and never looked back. Because my real first love-the boy who is now a self-made billionaire-was coming home.”