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She Dated a Powerful Figure after Cancelling her Engagement

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Within the elite social circles of Bexwell, one topic never ceased to captivate everyone: the arranged marriage from childhood between Brad Simpson, the playful scion of the Simpson family, and Bella Shaw, the most well-mannered daughter of the Shaw family. Bella learned to play the piano from a young age and was selected into the national classical dance troupe at ten. She was groomed to become the most elegant young lady. On the other hand, Brad started racing cars, wingsuit flying, and skydiving without a license by the age of fifteen. He had landed himself in the hospital countless times due to his thrill-seeking, extreme sports antics. Brad and Bella had totally different personalities, but they were forced to grow up as childhood companions due to the friendship between the Simpson and Shaw families. Although they had their clashing temperaments, they had been close to each other for over twenty years. In others' eyes, they were seen as a unique match made in heaven. Since they were kids, their family members always teased them. Bella always believed that she would marry Brad. So, on the day of their sixth anniversary, when Bella saw the wordless photo Brad posted on his social media, her mind went blank for a moment. In the photo, the woman's face was not visible, but her strapless dress revealed an impressive cleavage. The most eye-catching detail was the striking tattoo on her left chest-Drunk. Drunk was Brad's nickname.

She Dated a Powerful Figure after Cancelling her Engagement Chapter 1

Within the elite social circles of Bexwell, one topic never ceased to captivate everyone: the arranged marriage from childhood between Brad Simpson, the playful scion of the Simpson family, and Bella Shaw, the most well-mannered daughter of the Shaw family.

Bella learned to play the piano from a young age and was selected into the national classical dance troupe at ten. She was groomed to become the most elegant young lady.

On the other hand, Brad started racing cars, wingsuit flying, and skydiving without a license by the age of fifteen. He had landed himself in the hospital countless times due to his thrill-seeking, extreme sports antics.

Brad and Bella had totally different personalities, but they were forced to grow up as childhood companions due to the friendship between the Simpson and Shaw families.

Although they had their clashing temperaments, they had been close to each other for over twenty years.

In others' eyes, they were seen as a unique match made in heaven.

Since they were kids, their family members always teased them. Bella always believed that she would marry Brad.

So, on the day of their sixth anniversary, when Bella saw the wordless photo Brad posted on his social media, her mind went blank for a moment.

In the photo, the woman's face was not visible, but her strapless dress revealed an impressive cleavage. The most eye-catching detail was the striking tattoo on her left chest—Drunk.

Drunk was Brad's nickname.

The photo quickly garnered over a hundred likes, and the mutual friends left comments below.

"Wow, Brad, you have the guts to post this. I wouldn't dare look at it. Did Bella really allow you to take such a photo?"

"Brad's got skills to get the model daughter to tattoo herself. Impressive!"

"Did you block your parents, Brad? Bella is the cherished daughter of the Shaw family. Aren't you afraid that her family would come after you?"

Bella's hands trembled uncontrollably. She opened a chat window with Brad and typed out a single line with shaking fingers. "Who is the woman in the photo?"

She stared at the screen for a long while, hesitated, and then deleted the text. She then went to the social media post and gave the photo a like.

Just a second later, a message popped up. Brad gave an emoji of a question mark. "Bella, is it necessary to fuss over this? Kori lost a game and just completed a dare. Do you really need to be so petty? Your like is making everyone awkward. Kori is already being talked about because of you. You are putting her in the spotlight. Is this really what you want?"

The notifications kept flashing on her locked screen, as if Bella had done something wrong and Brad was forcing her to make an apology.

When she finally sat in the back seat of the car, she opened the chat window. "Is the tattoo part of the game, too?"

Brad didn't reply to her message as quickly as just now.

After a while, Brad seemed to be angry, and a curt reply came through. "I've deleted it. Are you happy now?"

Was Bella happy?

There was nothing for Bella to feel happy about.

Ever since Kori suddenly appeared a year ago, she had forcefully inserted herself into the lives of Brad and Bella. They had such arguments more frequently and intensely than ever.

Kori was a woman Brad met while skiing in Switzerland.

Unlike Bella, who was well-educated, Kori was fiery and unrestrained, like a strong drink that burns the throat.

She was passionate about spontaneous travel, addicted to dangerous and thrilling extreme sports, and daring enough to go cave exploring and mountain climbing as a novice.

She was almost a female version of Brad.

Not exactly. She was even more daring and rebellious than he.

Before she even met Kori, Bella knew everything about her from Brad's daily chats.

"You know what? Kori climbed Everest for her eighteenth birthday. Wow, she's more daring than I am. Kori can race cars and give me a kiss on the track. So cool! I asked you several times to chase orcas, but you refused me. Kori and I went yesterday. It was amazing!"

Bella didn't even know when Kori completely took over their conversations.

When Brad excitedly shared another impressive feat of Kori's, Bella couldn't help but type out a line. "Is there anything else you want to talk to me about?"

Brad replied quickly. "What else can we talk about? Talk about you? That's so boring."

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