Chapter 190 A Betrayal Forged a Playboy
Amelia’s face hardened, her hands clenching into tight fists at
ber sides.
At that moment, she felt a strange sense of relief–relief that she’d seen Lucas‘ true colors the night before.
Once they parted ways for good, she’d never have to face this arrogant woman again.
The entire Hunt family was utterly repulsive.
Miranda took Amelia’s silence as surrender, a smug glint in her eyes as she continued.
“His marriage was never his choice alone. It’s an alliance between two families, a way to consolidate and strengthen business power. His future wife can only be a woman of equal standing, educated in the finest schools, who understands the rules of elite society–not a poor student who pinches pennies to get by.”
She stressed the words “poor student” with deliberate cruelty, each syllable a sharp slap to Amelia’s face.
Ignoring Amelia’s darkening expression, Miranda pressed on5:10
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with a mix of threat and bribery
“Be smart and leave with your dignity. Keep pushing, and the head of the Hunt family will step in–he won’t be half as gentle
as I am.
“You and your family can’t handle the fallout of a fight with us. Don’t challenge the entire Hunt family with your ridiculous idea of love. It’ll only make you look ungrateful… and stupid.”
“Enough! Stop talking!” Amelia couldn’t bear to listen another second, clutching her head and shaking it violently as she broke down screaming.
Satisfied that she’d broken Amelia’s resolve, Miranda felt a surge of triumph and held out a check, the paper fluttering lightly between her fingers.
“Leave my son. You’re not good enough for him, and the Hunt family will never accept you. This money will give you and your family a comfortable life. Sign this agreement, and never show your face near him again.”
Amelia stared at the string of zeros on the check, then at the compensation agreement.
So this had all been part of the plan all along—his friends‘ teasing warnings, his mother showing up to clean up his mess.
Amelia wanted to laugh, but she had no strength left to even twitch the corner of her mouth.
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Picking up a pen, she signed her name neatly on the dotted line.
Then, Amelia took the check and walked away without a single glance back.
By early evening, Lucas had finally made up his mind.
He loved Amelia, and he wanted no one else for the rest of his life. His plan had been to introduce her openly to his family and friends, making his loved ones accept her.
A lavish engagement ring sat in his pocket, ready for the moment Lucas would confess his true identity and beg for her hand.
Yet, when he rushed to their rental apartment, heart pounding with nervous excitement, he froze in his tracks.
The place was empty. Every trace of Amelia’s presence had vanished without a trace, leaving the room spotless as if no one had ever lived there.
No note, no message, nothing remained.
Lucas‘ heart plummeted to the pit of his stomach as overwhelming panic swallowed him whole,
Frantic calls to her phone went straight to voicemail, and every WhatsApp message he sent only showed a single grey ck–no.10
sight of his shattered expression.
She told him plainly, “That young lady left in a hurry first thing this morning. She didn’t even ask for her security deposit, just said she was moving out. Threw away a bunch of things and left with a suitcase.”
Lucas‘ world spun and crumbled around him.
Vision blurring, he grabbed the doorframe to stay upright, but a sharp, searing pain shot through his chest, making it hard to breathe.
He had been dumped.
Amelia had left him without a word, offering the most final goodbye imaginable without even giving him a reason.
But Lucas refused to give up.
In the days that followed, he hired people to hunt for Amelia everywhere and drowned himself in alcohol at the club every night, trying to numb the bone–deep longing that consumed him.
This continued until Miranda showed up in the club’s VIP lounge. Staring at his broken, drunken form with cold disdain, she slammed a document down in front of him.
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price.”
Lucas snatched the agreement, his eyes turning bloodshot with
rage.
The familiar handwriting and her signature in black ink stabbed at his vision like a knife.
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