He Played Me, So I Destroy His Life

For the ninety-ninth time, I woke up in my boyfriend's bed and instinctively ran my fingers through his hair.

This time, he reacted with apparent contempt, shoving me away and throwing a bank card at me.

"There's thirty thousand in this card. I've calculated it at a thousand per time. The rest is your breakup fee."

I was about to stand up and question him, but he mocked me again.

"Charlotte, you're nothing more than a pretty doll I kept around. Who do you think you are, asking me for a commitment?"

The hand I stretched out stopped mid-air and I suddenly grinned the next second.

"Miles, you can dump me, but not your company. Not a chance."

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I'd only been living in his villa for a month, but Miles couldn't keep his hands off me in that short time. At least three times a day, without fail.

I thought physical desire was more dependable than emotional affection. I really believed we were lovers, unspoken but understood.

Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I was just a toy for Miles to pass his boredom.

As he got dressed, he threw another jab at me.

"Listen here, Miss Guzmán, I'm warning you, don't ever bother me again."

"We live in different worlds. We were never meant to be together."

I stared at him, trying my best to remain calm.

"Are you saying I'm not good enough for you?"

The next second, Miles turned around and yelled at me.

"That's right! You're just a plaything to satisfy my needs. I'm sick of you now that I've had my fill."

I was stunned for a few seconds before I spoke again.

"Can I at least know why?"

Miles scoffed, his gaze icy.

"Why? You're just a toy for my amusement. Do I really need to explain myself?"

After hearing this, I grabbed his hand tightly.

"You're not leaving until you make things clear."

Miles yanked his hand away, then unlocked his phone screen and shoved it in my face.

"Take a good look. Only an exceptional woman like her deserves to be my wife."

"And you … you're simply not worthy."

I recognized the woman in the photo instantly. His secretary, Camila Jacobs.

She'd been sent on a business trip out of town a month ago. If the dates lined up, today would be the day she returned.

I didn't say anything and Miles mistook my silence for surrender. His eyes grew even more contemptuous.

"I promised Camila that if she could land the Brynton deal, I'd marry her the moment she got back."

I slowly raised my head and gave him a long, meaningful look.

"Miles, you can't possibly think that your secretary landed that deal, can you?"

The moment the words left my lips, Miles' expression shifted dramatically.

"Of course! Camila worked herself to the bone for that deal. She's been gone for a whole month!"

"If not her, then who? You? A pretty little thing who only knows how to whine?"

When I heard Miles' words, I almost burst out laughing.

He'd actually hit the nail on the head. Camila had been using company funds to eat, drink and be merry in Brynton, never meeting the client.

In the end, I couldn't stand it anymore. So, I called Brynton directly.

If it weren't for my connections, Sawyer Enterprise probably wouldn't be qualified to bid based on its current strength.

Strangely, in Miles' version, Camila had become the company's hero while I was useless.

The thought sent my anger soaring.

"Miles, I'm asking you one last time."

"Are you sure you want to break up with me?"

Without a moment's hesitation, Miles nodded emphatically.

"Yes! That's right!"

"From this moment on, there's absolutely nothing between us anymore."