The Moment I Stepped Into His World as the Fake Girlfriend, I Became the Real Prize novel Chapter 80

Even his sharpest edges gradually smoothed out around her, slowly transforming him into an ideal partner.

Countless women craved him and tried to steal him away behind her back, but he remained completely unbothered, proving himself incredibly loyal.

For a while, she genuinely believed she was lucky—that she had escaped her dark past and started a brand new life.

Until she discovered his fake poverty, realized she was nothing but a pawn in a bet, and learned... that he had only ever seen her as a plaything.

The real him was arrogant, conceited, and utterly despicable.

As the memories receded like the tide, Elena snapped back to reality, her tone utterly apathetic. "Well, that's a shame. You aren't my first."

Xavier already knew he wasn't Elena's first!

He just hadn't been able to figure out who the bastard was.

He had originally planned to dig it out of her and track the scumbag down eventually.

But then she vanished into thin air, leaving him tearing the world apart looking for her.

And when she finally reappeared, she was already his younger brother's girlfriend!

"Babe, do you really... feel nothing for me anymore?"

Fighting violently to suppress his spiraling emotions, Xavier gripped her delicate waist and forcefully pressed her back against him.

Even through the thin fabric, Elena could acutely feel his searing, dominant desire.

"Nothing."

She answered without a second of hesitation. But Xavier refused to give up. "I don't believe you!"

The next second, Xavier abruptly scooped her up and strode toward the massive bed.

Elena's heart seized. Her mind spun, desperately trying to figure out how to stall for time.

To her surprise, the man merely placed her gently on the edge of the mattress.

"Click—"

Before Elena could process what was happening, the man flipped the switch, flooding the entire room with blinding light.

The sudden glare was piercing, and Elena instinctively threw up a hand to shield her eyes.

After a few short seconds, her vision finally adjusted.

Right in front of her, Xavier was slowly dropping to his knees.

The moment Elena finally looked at him clearly, pure shock painted her stunning features.

The man looked up at her, his expression a devastating mix of untamed arrogance and agonizing vulnerability.

But that wasn't the main event. What truly shocked her was his outfit. He wasn't wearing normal clothes—he was dressed in a sheer, black, open-chest uniform.

Underneath the fabric, his physique was on full display, every inch of muscle perfectly defined.

From his sculpted chest and perfectly cut abs to his razor-sharp v-lines, everything was proportionate, not overly exaggerated.

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