Is it so horrible to be born differently?
Did I truly ask to be born this way?
Does being different mean that I don't deserve to live my life and follow my dreams?
That was the question Braelyn Madison had been asking herself for the previous 21 years. Braelyn was born as a pretty and cute boy, but she and her mother discovered she was intersex when she was twelve years old.
And that realization altered her life forever.
Braelyn was in love with a young man who made her feel like she was worth it for three years, but on their third anniversary, she received a red card and was mocked and humiliated.
Above all, it hurt that he dared to bring his mistress to such a hallowed day, crushing any hope she had left in him. 
When she was at her lowest, he emerged as a hero in sparkling armor, rescuing her from shame and humiliation. 
Determined to exact revenge on her scumbag of an ex, Braelyn swore to do everything in her power to deprive him of everything she had given him throughout their three years together. 
And when a perfect candidate emerged, who happened to be her knight in shining and also possessed a very dear title. Braelyn saw an opportunity to use against the scoundrel and mistress. 
However, Braelyn found herself gradually sinking into yet another love trap. 
But could someone explain to her why this claimed uncle of her scumbag girlfriend isn't following the rules?

Marrying My Scumbag Girlfriend's Uncle

“It’s nothing. Thought I saw someone I knew, but it’s impossible!” Lucy said, brushing the matter aside as she stopped in front of her idol. 


Lucy Remington was a rich girl who recently turned twenty-two years old. She was Ronan’s niece, with her father being Ronan’s elder brother. The first-born child of a family of five sons. 


Lucy’s popularity in Cranla wasn’t something to be taken lightly. She was a socialite and with her background; she was quite popular and well-known, even by those at the bottom. 


The fact that in her generation she was the oldest gave her a greater advantage, so her presence wasn’t something that could be taken lightly. 


Standing at 1.6m tall, Lucy had beautiful black eyes and raven hair, which made her look fairer than her peers. 


She was the oldest of the three in her family and held an important position in her parents’ hearts who didn’t discriminate against gender. 


CHAPTER 39: LUCY’S INVITATION