Gold Digger vs Gold Saver My Man's Double Life novel Chapter 51

Chapter 2

Venomia came strutting over, hips swaying like she owned the world.

Marcus looked at me like I was roadkill: “Lucifer never gave two shits about you. Now you’ve trashed his ride? Kiss your relationship goodbye.”

I didn’t say a word. Just watched that bastard walking toward me.

Really wanted to hear how he’d spin this “busy” bullshit.

Venomia broke the silence first.

Pointed at me like I was dirt: “What’s your problem, Ophelia? Can’t handle that Lucifer doesn’t want you anymore?”

“How pathetic. Don’t worry-I’m feeling generous. My boyfriend might throw you a bone next time.”

I stared straight at Lucifer, every word sharp as glass:

“Boyfriend?”

Finally, the silent prince moved. Grabbed my arm, voice dropping low:

“Don’t humiliate her. This interview means everything to her.”

My chest caved in.

Everything to her? What about me?

I grabbed his shirt, my voice breaking: “And what about me?

Lucifer hesitated-just for a second-then traced his finger across my palm like old times.

His voice went soft: “Ophelia… just wait till next time, okay?”

“But you promised.”

I stared him down, stubborn as hell.

His face went cold as winter.

He peeled my fingers off him one by one, stepped back: “Be a good girl. Don’t make a scene.”

Ignored my eyes filling up and took Venomia’s hand toward the elevator.

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But his little princess wasn’t done playing.

She broke free, spun around, kept pushing:

“Ophelia, since we’re colleagues-get on your fucking knees and apologize. Say you’re worthless trash who’ll always be my stepping stone, and maybe I’ll forget about the car.”

I wiped my nose, looked at Lucifer: “And you?”

“You think I should grovel too?”

Seeing me about to cry, he wavered. Almost spoke,

Then Venomia tugged his sleeve like a spoiled brat.

His words changed: “You fucked up this time. Just apologizend I’ll handle the rest.”

Looking at his righteous face made me sick.

My chest felt like it had been shredded by claws.

I grabbed my other shoe and slammed it into his window.

“You stood me up, played her boyfriend, and somehow I’m the villain?”

“What exactly did I do wrong?”

Lucifer rubbed his temples like I was giving him a headache.

“Venomia’s not like you. She’s new, no connections, pulling all-nighters just to survive. She needs this break. You’re senior-can’t you just back off?”

I thought I was losing my mind.

But the pain was real as hell.

Every word dripped with concern for her. But we’d all been through the same shit.

I’d pulled countless all-nighters writing pieces just to spend time with him. Multiple nights in a row was nothing.

He knew. He fucking knew. But never once did he worry about me.

I used to think he was just work-obsessed, couldn’t see the details.

Now I knew better-he wasn’t blind.

He just gave all his tenderness to someone else.

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But he’d forgotten one thing: Venomia and I started the same year.

She had an uncle who was a producer. Fucking hilarious – Lucifer treating the real princess like she was slumming it.

I was about to set his ass straight when the director walked by, heard the noise:

“What’s this? My two star reporters brawling at the front door?”

Then he spotted Lucifer and his whole attitude flipped: “Mr. Sinclair! You’re here! Please, come inside!”

Venomia lit up like Christmas, pointing at me: “Director! Ophelia went psycho because Lucifer wouldn’t see her-she destroyed his car!”

“Lucifer’s my boyfriend and this crazy bitch is attacking him”

Her voice cut through the air like broken glass.

Within seconds, every colleague had swarmed us, looking at me like I was garbage.

“Ophelia’s pathetic! Mr. Sinclair and Venomia are

together-why would he choose you?”

“Can’t compete so she throws a tantrum. Disgusting! Bet she fucked her way to every interview. No wonder Mr. Sinclair dumped her ass!”

“No wonder her eight-year boyfriend won’t claim her! Probably thinks she’s used goods!”

The insults hit like bullets, making my skull throb.

Lucifer glanced at me once-just once-then pressed his lips shut and stepped in front of Venomia.

His silence said everything. Confirmed every cruel word.

I bit down hard, but couldn’t stop shaking.

Venomia saw me falling apart and got even more smug.

Put on her fake saint act: “Fine, we’re all colleagues. Everyone makes mistakes. I won’t hold grudges.”

The director nodded like a bobblehead: “See? Learn from Venomia! No talent, so you use dirty tricks!”

I could lose the bastard, but nobody-NOBODY-questioned my skills.

I took a breath, looked straight at Lucifer.

“Lucifer Sinclair-tell them yourself. Whose boyfriend are you really?”

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