Gold Digger vs Gold Saver My Man's Double Life novel Chapter 52

Chapter 3

Last time we hooked up, he was insatiable-kept going until thought my back would snap in half.

I was so wrecked I complained: “Lucifer, if you don’t go public soon, I’m done servicing you!”

He was still on top of me, chuckling against my neck: “Alright, alright! After your interview wraps up, we’ll go public!”

I was so fucking excited I didn’t sleep all night.

Now I realize Marcus was right-I was throwing myself at him.

Cheap as dirt.

My stubborn tears seemed to sting Lucifer’s conscience. He sighed, voice dropping low: “Just be good. I’ll explain everything when we get home.”

His vague bullshit left everyone confused as hell.

That’s when Marcus stepped up, raising his hand like he was swearing an oath: “I can vouch for them! Mr. Sinclair is definitely Ophelia’s boyfriend. They’ve been together eight years-she’s been obsessing over him for eight years. My ears are calloused from hearing about it.”

Everyone looked around, not knowing who to believe.

Venomia lost her shit.

Pointing at Marcus, voice shrill: “You’re lying! If they’re dating, where’s your proof?”

Then she whipped out her phone, shoving her social media in everyone’s faces.

“This is from last year when he took me to the Alps. Six months ago, Mount Fuji for the snow. Three months ago, his private jet to Eton Manor for wine tasting.”

Finally, she shoved her phone away and rolled up her sleeve flashing the diamond ring on her finger.

Voice getting higher: “And this-just last week, Lucifer bid sky’s the limit for this engagement ring at auction. Worth

billions!”

Then she looked at me with pure disgust.

“Ophelia, you claim he’s your boyfriend? Well, where’s your proof of love?”

My face went rigid as stone.

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I stared at Lucifer like I could burn holes through him.

He couldn’t meet my eyes-just looked away like a coward.

Marcus was losing his mind, shaking my arm violently: “What the hell are you waiting for? Show them your proof!”

I stood there like a corpse, completely empty.

And suddenly I wanted to laugh.

All these years with Lucifer-we’d shared a bed, fucked in every position imaginable-but we didn’t have a single photo together.

Even when I’d sneak pictures, he’d make me delete them.

Forget about romantic trips to see snow.

I used to think he was just cold, workaholic, shy. But seeing all those photos of Venomia’s bright smiles…

All my compromises, all my excuses.

What a fucking joke.

Marcus cursed under his breath and snatched my phone, swiping it open.

One look and he froze.

My chat history with Lucifer, my social media-completely blank.

Just a few pathetic messages:

“Did you make it?”

“Should I come over tonight?”

“I bought some lingerie-want to see it later?”

Venomia read each one out loud for everyone to hear.

The crowd exploded.

They swarmed me like rabid animals, screaming “slut” and “whore.”

“This is proof she’s been throwing herself at Mr. Sinclair! This sick bitch should be banned from the station!”

Someone grabbed my hair and shoved me to the ground.

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