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

Another week started, and Braelyn was ready to deal with some troublemakers at school. Unfortunately, what she was anticipating and readied herself for wasn’t what hit her in the week before the exams started. 


On a Wednesday, Braelyn didn’t have any afternoon lectures. Not in the mood to study at the library, as other students loved giving her the looks, she planned to return to the mansion and have her studies there. 


It was peaceful at home, and she didn’t have to worry about driving late. Besides, Ronan wouldn’t be home in the afternoon, which made the mansion study-friendly, as he wouldn’t be distracting her. 


With her bag and books in hand, Braelyn hummed a tune as she left the faculty building, heading towards the parking lot. 


She had brought the lowkey Jaguar on this day, which was less conspicuous than the other two cars she was forced to take by Ronan before. 


CHAPTER 40: SCUMBAG!