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Chapter 50: What's up?

作者: Ray Michael
last update publish date: 2026-06-21 23:58:29

Neon lights flashed across the crowded club, painting the dance floor in shifting shades of blue, pink, and purple.

Music thundered through the room, bass thrumming, bodies swaying to its rhythm. The usual smell of alcohol, excitement, and perfume in the air.

Daphne had just returned from the restroom where she took Lyra’s call. Easily, she blended into the sea of bodies, spotting a brunette and dancing with her.

One song became two.

Two became three.

By the time Daphne finally stepped off the
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    Lyra reached for her bottle of water, gulped down, then wiped her mouth. “If you can't keep up, just say so.”Tyson studied her for a moment, noticing the way she held the bottle with more force than necessary. “You're angry.”She just shrugged, bouncing on her feet instead, fists up. Yet she wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Why would I be? Did you do something wrong?” Tyson went still for a second. There it was— The trap question.He exhaled and shifted his stance, like he was actually thinking. “I don’t know. Am I too good that my twin doesn’t measure up?” He smirked. “I imagine that must be frustrating.”Her fist flew. He caught it. His fingers closed around her knuckles, calloused and warm. For half a second he didn’t let go. She felt the grip tighten then release, like he was deciding whether to hold on.“I didn’t use it,” she snapped, yanking her hand free. “And not like it’s any of your business. Daphne was just trying to mess with me.”“Of course.” His smirk faded, his expression tur

  • Left at the altar, Claimed by his uncle   Chapter 51: Tell me what I did

    Daphne lingered in the corridor, away from the noise as she spoke to Lyra. “Hey babe, what’s up?” Lyra’s voice came through, suspicious and amused. She was sprawled on her bed at home, yanking off a gold hoop earring. “You’re at the club, aren’t you?” “Just came for a few drinks. Work was stressful today.” “Yeah, that’s what you say almost every weekend.” Daphne laughed. There was a pause. Then Lyra’s tone sharpened. “Did you see my message?” “Oh shit.” Daphne minimized the call, swiped to WhatsApp, and scanned their chat. “Sorry, I didn’t see it. I like the blue one.” Lyra sighed, tossing the earring onto her dresser. “Yeah, that's what I picked.” She sat up and started pulling her brown hair into a messy bun, getting ready for a shower. “Some nice guy helped me.” Daphne grinned mischievously. “Is this a love triangle I sense? Sorry—love square, I mean.” “No, no. It's not like that.” Lyra unclipped the other earring. “Plus he’s way older.” Daphne raised a brow. “Don’t

  • Left at the altar, Claimed by his uncle   Chapter 50: What's up?

    Neon lights flashed across the crowded club, painting the dance floor in shifting shades of blue, pink, and purple.Music thundered through the room, bass thrumming, bodies swaying to its rhythm. The usual smell of alcohol, excitement, and perfume in the air.Daphne had just returned from the restroom where she took Lyra’s call. Easily, she blended into the sea of bodies, spotting a brunette and dancing with her.One song became two.Two became three.By the time Daphne finally stepped off the dance floor, she was pleasantly exhausted and in desperate need of a drink.That was when she spotted him—A man sitting alone at the far end of the bar. And unlike everyone else, he wasn't dancing. Wasn't flirting or trying to be noticed. Just quietly nursing his drink while watching the crowd.Interesting.Daphne smoothed down her black tube dress and headed straight for him.The man glanced up as she slid onto the stool beside him but Daphne didn't look his way. “Two shots,” she said to the

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    Lyra’s head snapped to Ethan's shocked and confused face. When their eyes met, she immediately realized herself and pushed away from Tyson. “Mr. Ethan…”Ethan just cleared his throat awkwardly. “Uhm, sorry. Excuse me,” he mumbled before disappearing.Lyra’s lips parted with mortification. How on earth did things keep getting worse?Then she glared at Tyson. “I hope you're happy now?”He didn't even have the decency to look guilty or sorry. His back was still against the wall, hands casually adjusting his rumpled white shirt that she'd squeezed. And that infuriated her even more. Why was he acting so unbothered even after everything he'd just done?“Happy?” His eyes crinkled slightly at the corners as he smiled—half, smug. “I thought you didn't see anything? So much for the glasses.” Then his gaze dropped to the box with its torn wrapping lying on the floor. “Is that it?”“Don't!” Lyra snapped. She snatched the package on the ground, then gave Tyson a final glare before walking out th

  • Left at the altar, Claimed by his uncle   Chapter 48: Glasses.

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  • Left at the altar, Claimed by his uncle   Chapter 47: Best luck in the universe

    On the long list of things Lyra never thought would happen on this boring Monday evening, getting caught while trying to snoop in her fake husband's room was a close second. Seeing Tyson naked took the first spot easily.The cocky smile on his face made Lyra's whole body burn with embarrassment. She immediately turned around at his words, her cheeks flushing red. “What? Like what?” she forced the words out of her dry throat. God, why did she stare? And why was he even smiling? What's funny? Did he forget his shame in Russia?"I... I heard you're back, so that's why I came in here. I wanted to say hello. I just... Uhm... Don't worry about me, carry on," she rambled, flustered. Then she made her way to the door, desperate to get away from whatever this was.“So what do you think?” Tyson asked. “Do they look heavy?"She froze. The hell? “What?”“You said my—”“I remember,” she cut in, hoping she could just evaporate. As though catching her with her hands in the cookie jar wasn't enough

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  • Left at the altar, Claimed by his uncle   Chapter 39: Tomorrow would come anyway

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