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Everything went smoothly, just as planned.
In everyone’s eyes, I was beautiful and sweet,
unaware of Chase’s family’s wealth, simply in love with him.
So much so that I was constantly worried about him.
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I didn’t want Chase racing or fighting, afraid
he’d get hurt.
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I didn’t want other girls around Chase, because
I loved him so much and was terrified he’d fall for someone else.
But since I wasn’t his girlfriend, I couldn’t throw a fit.
All I could do was tearfully beg him.
Thankfully, Chase seemed to really like me.
Whenever I cried, he caved in.
He behaved for a long time, which no one could
believe.
Chase took me shopping, to movies, on trips,
took photos, and we did the whole kissing and
sleeping together thing.
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His friends said he’d changed, that he was
settling down.
Liam must’ve been pleased too, since he tripled
my salary.
I became Chase’s prized possession, spoiled
rotten.
In many people’s eyes, I was the top candidate
for the future Mrs. Bradford.
But, frankly, I wasn’t sure if Chase really cared
about me or if he was just playing around
because I was the ‘new toy‘.
What I did know was that Liam would never let
a gold digger from The Sapphire Club marry into the Bradford family.
Even if I was hand–picked by Liam himself.
In the eyes of privileged guys like them, getting
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into their inner circle was the highest honor I could achieve.
I couldn’t, and shouldn’t, expect anything more.
That was Liam.
And Chase too.
So, when I tearfully pleaded with Chase not to race again, he casually flicked his cigarette, “Relax, baby. Your man’s got this.”
That was the first time he’d ever turned me
down, except for when we were in bed.
My eyes reddened as I stared at him.
Chase didn’t look back, nonchalantly put out his cigarette, and strutted toward his black sports
car.
He looked tall and handsome.
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The onlookers whistled excitedly; this was the
first time Chase had raced in a year.
I had a strange feeling.
Slowly, I turned.
A girl in a white dress was being pulled onto
the stage by a couple of guys, the same stage
where the prizes usually stood.
She lowered her eyes nervously, looking like a
lost lamb.
A mix of emotions hit me.
One socialite glanced at me, filing her nails, and
said, “You were sick the other day, so you
didn’t go to the bar with Chase. That girl’s a bartender. Chase saved her from some creep.”
I blinked slowly.
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I processed what she said.
For a few seconds, I felt a wave of doubt.
Had Liam hired another perfect girlfriend for
Chase?
No way.
Liam wasn’t that sloppy.
Besides…this girl looked scared, but she also
looked resilient.
Not as fake as me.
I sighed and looked up at the sky sadly.
My eyes filled with tears, but that was just a
reflex; I’d cried so much, it had become
automatic.
But I was actually sad.
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But I was actually sad.
My double paycheck was about to disappear.
Seeing me like this, the socialite scoffed, “You
need a reality check. This was bound to
happen.”
I wordlessly grabbed my phone.
I googled how to write a resignation letter.
How to write it professionally and emotionally,
and maybe squeeze another payout from Liam,
since I’d been working so hard.
