The Moment I Stepped Into His World as the Fake Girlfriend, I Became the Real Prize novel Chapter 82

She let her gaze travel slowly up and down his body, dripping with condescension. "The high and mighty Mr. Hawthorne, resorting to cheap stripper tricks just to win back his ex. I suppose I should be flattered..."

"Too bad you're absolutely terrible at it."

Her mockery shattered Xavier's fragile facade, his eyes burning with a furious redness.

"Elena, you..."

"There's something you clearly don't understand about me, Xavier," she interrupted lazily. "I never look back, and I sure as hell don't do second chances."

Ruthlessly exposing his motives, she added, "Besides, we both know exactly why you're trying to seduce me right now."

Xavier's grip tightened on the leash, a sneer pulling at his lips.

It was true. He didn't believe for a second that she actually loved his brother; he just wanted to expose her true colors.

"Sterling is younger, sweeter, and treats me better than you ever did. Who knows, maybe he'll even marry me one day."

"Unlike with you, Xavier. If I fell for this pathetic trap, dumped him, and crawled back to your bed, my reputation would be ruined."

First sleeping with the older Hawthorne, then the younger.

Only to cheat on the younger brother with the older one.

How would that story end?

Xavier would just get bored of her again and toss her to his degenerate friends like a used toy!

Xavier was just as cold-blooded, cruel, and despicable as ever.

"Hah."

Xavier scoffed, staring down at her with pure disdain. "You're awfully greedy, Elena. You actually think you can trick Sterling into marrying you?"

Elena smiled back. "What, done playing the submissive?"

He tilted his chin up. "Like I said, leeching off Sterling won't buy you a ticket into the Hawthorne family."

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