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

When the ceremony ended, everyone moved to the next hall where the banquet was going to be held. 


For this banquet, Braelyn found herself going through another round of changing clothes. The fifty-million-dollar gown was safely tucked away while another gown was put on her. 


Throughout the wedding, she didn’t wear any heels. No one wanted to take a chance by doing anything risky. So, she wore flats which couldn’t be noticed due to how long the gowns both were. 


With the change of clothes, Braelyn went to the banquet with Ronan and the two of them went around toasting the guests, smiles pasted on their faces. Not fake at all, but very sincere. 


While Ronan held a glass of wine, Braelyn, who had been drinking more juice, water and milk in these past few weeks, held a glass of freshly squeezed juice. 


And no one dared to tease her about it. Who would want to face Ronan’s wrath or his family? 


CHAPTER 77: WEDDING 4