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

Although it was helpful at times. It wasn’t that good when you look at it in other aspects. It was difficult to make genuine friends, and those who befriended her wanted something from her and or her family. 


Other people just fear them and were never truthful and at times that causes a severe princess syndrome, which would cripple the princess in question. 


She didn’t have a lot of friends, which was okay. She favored quality over quantity, after all. One of the friends she trusted the most was Bree; she had a good eye for seeing people. So, when she saw her bringing Arya to the banquet, she knew that this idol of hers was a good one. 


If she didn’t know Bree, she would have never bothered. And the most important thing was how Arya never clung onto them like a koala or stuck to them like leeches to smooch off their popularity and their resources. 


CHAPTER 44: UNTITLED