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I have been Vincent's personal maid for five years, but no one knows that I am also his secret girlfriend.
Every late night, he vents his desires on me wantonly.
I thought he would marry me until I heard him chatting with his friends.
"Five years have passed, the Carter family has given up looking for their daughter, and your childhood sweetheart has firmly occupied their position as heir! Shouldn't you marry her as compensation?"
"Just for fun, she is just a tool for me to vent my desires!"
"You don't like her? Why not give her to me..."
"Shut up! How dare you touch my things?"
It turned out that his so-called love for me was to help his first love steal my biological parents and make me a private tool for him to vent his desires.
I took out the maid agreement signed with his mother and called.
"The agreement has expired long ago, and I should leave."

The Fake Boyfriend's Five-Year Deception

"Why didn't you mention she was your spouse when you were playing with her emotions? Oh, right. She never even held the status of your partner. How could you claim her as your wife? Who would accept that?"


The sound of knuckles colliding with skin was excruciating to hear, yet Vincent appeared unfazed by the pain.


"Julian, don't think I'm unaware of your schemes! How can you not be revolted by intimate relations with a woman I've already been with?"


When Vincent lost control, he resembled an enraged beast.


His speech was careless and his expression was filled with animosity.


I couldn't fathom at that moment—how had I devoted five years of love to such a despicable individual? It was truly foolish.


Initially, I had intended to merely observe as Julian thrashed Vincent. However, those words caused me to completely lose my composure.


I seized the lamp by the bed and swung it forcefully at Vincent's skull.


Chapter 8