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

If there was one thing which Lucy hated, people who were too overconfident and thought that they were above other people when they were just mere ants that could be stepped on at any time. 


Looking at this person who could only hide her hideous face with makeup and not even on par with her Arya and had a foul mouth, she felt disgusted and felt like throwing up. 


Sizing her, she didn’t find anything worthy of her and yet she had guts to say something that spiteful in front of them? 


What did she mean by saying that a bigger tree to climb? 


Where was this baked person seeing a tree? Even if she understood the metaphor, she hated being referred to as something like that. In fact, she hated anyone speaking down on her. Who the heck did she think she was? 


Braelyn, on the other hand, looked at the face she could recognize even in her dream, her heart pounding crazily, nervousness and anxiety overwhelming her. 


CHAPTER 49: SECRET IS OUT!