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Five Million Dollars To Erase You

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 578    |    Released on: 03/11/2026

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and Brenda returned home f

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er, watching me with an

glance, stepped back a few pac

ft box in her hand. "I picked out a silk scarf for you at the boutique, too. As your futu

orange box on the marble coun

aid, hands at my sides, calm and

d and turned

ght. She's been cooped up in the house for months - a

brow crease

, always saying the men in those circles were wolves who ate people without spitting

." A hint of hesitation

st and pressing her face into the crook of his neck, "she's

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orner near the terrace,

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phone, "my dress is stained. I need to go to the ladi

, Channing absently took t

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reen lit up with a new-message n

moment I came near. "Why does she keep sending you

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“The year I turned eight, my parents were killed in a car crash, and seventeen-year-old Channing took me in and raised me with everything he had for ten full years. But from the moment I confessed my feelings to him at eighteen, the look in his eyes held nothing but undisguised disgust. To make me give up once and for all, he brought home his socialite bride, Brenda, and handed her my unpublished paintings. Overnight, I became a shameless plagiarist, condemned by the entire internet. When I called him through tears, demanding to know why he had stolen my artwork, his voice was ice-cold. "Brenda needs a weighty centerpiece for her show. She's my wife - you owe her your help." At last I understood completely: to preserve his own name and standing, he was willing to destroy my future. On the morning of his wedding, I left a five-million-dollar check on the table and boarded a flight to London. Channing - from this day on, we owe each other nothing.”