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  • Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

    Ella “I’m sorry Ella.” My physician says gently. “I’m afraid you have very few viable eggs remaining. If you want to conceive, you need to do so before your next cycle begins.” “My next cycle?” I repeat, my mouth hanging open in shock. I love kids more than anything, I want nothing more than to be a mother. I make it home in record time, bursting through the door and opening my mouth to call for Mike, but stopping dead in my tracks. As soon as I walk inside I see a pair of high heels and a handbag by the door. I know that handbag, and I know those shoes – they belong to my best friend, Kate. I cock my ears towards the bedroom, and my stomach churns when I hear the unmistakable sound of moaning, accompanied by a steady thump thump thump, as the bed collides with the wall. “Fuck, Ella is so stupid.” Mike laughs, “can you believe she actually expects me to have a baby with her?” Kate snorts, “she’s delusional. I don’t know how you put up with her for so long in the first place.” “If she wasn’t so beautiful I never would have given her the time of day.” Mike scoffs. “Thankfully daily doses of plan B kept her from ever conceiving.” “The morning after pill?” Kate asks, “how did you manage to give it to her without her realizing?” “I put it in her morning coffee.” Mike chortles, sounding far too proud of himself. My vision goes completely red as everything finally falls into place. Suddenly it’s clear why I’ve never been able to get pregnant. I pull the smoke alarm on the wall. Water immediately sprays down from the sprinkler system mounted to the ceiling as a shrill siren fills the air, and I hear Mike and Kate cry out in surprise. But, I wasn’t in the mood to admire their woeful appearance. I can’t afford to waste another moment on Mike, I have more important things to take care of. I make my excuses and rush across town for the second time that afternoon, running to the comforting arms of my surrogate sister, Cora. Not only did we grow up together in the orphanage, but she became an OBGYN and now works for the most exclusive sperm bank in the city. I’ve never gone to her before because I always imagined Mike and I would eventually conceive the natural way, but that clearly isn’t an option anymore. When I arrive, all my plans to lay out my situation for Cora clearly and concisely go out the window, because the moment I see my sister I fall to pieces. She hugs and kisses me until my tears subside, slowly extracting the story from me piece by piece. When she hears about Mike and Kate she swears up a storm, but that’s nothing compared to her reaction when I explain about my fertility. “Ella, if your doctor was right this means you only have one chance to conceive.” “I know.” I sniffle. “And if this is going to be my only baby, I don’t want to take any chances. I want the best donor we can find.” “Don’t you worry about that.” Cora assures me, “We’ve got donations from actors, models, scientists – it’s only the creme de la creme here.” She glances at the door and lowers her voice. “You didn’t hear it from me, but even Dominic Sinclair sent his samples here for testing.” “Dominic Sinclair? I repeat, “the billionaire?” I’ve seen the man around town, but we don’t exactly run in the same circles. He lives in the same neighborhood as my wealthy employer and often says hello to the children I nanny, but he’s always surrounded by bodyguards and is so intimidating I get goosebumps just thinking about him. “Oh my god!.” Cora slaps her hand over her mouth. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you that! I don’t know what I was thinking. Apparently he’s no stranger to fertility issues himself, and he trusted us to handle his swimmers over every other lab in the country. I’ve got his sperm in the other room at this very moment.” She frets, “But Ella you can’t tell anyone, you have to promise me.” “Of course!” I agree immediately. “I know how important confidentiality is here.” “Thank you,” Cora breathes. “Now, I’m going to give you a dossier of our clients so you can pick a donor, and once you’ve chosen we’ll get you knocked up before you can even blink.” It’s not an easy decision, but eventually I choose a handsome surgeon whose photo practically makes me swoon. Cora leaves the room only long enough to prepare the sample, and though she looks a bit flustered when she returns, she quickly and professionally completes the insemination, holding my hand when the procedure is finished. “It’s all take care of now, Ella.” She promises, “You can come back in ten days to see if it worked.” Ten days. I think dazedly. Ten days to decide my entire future. I’ve thought about nothing else since Cora inseminated me last week, I’m so anxious to find out if I’m pregnant I haven’t even begun to process Mike’s betrayal. I’m trying to keep a level head, yet I can’t help but imagine my future with this new baby. Try as I might, I catch myself daydreaming about it constantly. I even find myself humming as I get ready for work in the morning. When I arrive at my employer’s estate in the most exclusive neighborhood in Moon Valley – which basically makes it the most exclusive neighborhood in the world, since Moon Valley is one of the most expensive cities on the planet – I’m immediately greeted by two little voices shouting my name in excitement. “Ella!”

    Ella 3-year-old Millie is hugging my legs while her older brother, Jake, wraps his arms around my middle. “Good morning love puddles!” I exclaim, returning their hugs. “Are you ready for the museum?” “Yeah!” They cheer, racing out the door without even stopping to put on coats. It takes a bit of wrangling to get them back inside and bundled up for the cold winter day, but before long we set out into the snow. Jake races ahead of Millie and I, impatient to get to the science museum and not seeming to notice that his sister’s tiny legs simply don’t move that fast. Chuckling, I lift Millie into my arms and settle her on my hip. “Goodness, you’re getting too big for this, munchkin.” “Nuh-uh,” Millie grins, “You’re justs too little.” She might have a point. At five foot one, I don’t exactly have the kind of build suited to heavy lifting. I’m in great shape, but I’ve never been particularly strong. “Smarty pants.” I tease, laughing with the little girl. When I look back towards Jake, I realize he’s stopped a few feet ahead of us. My heart skips a beat when I realize why. We’re in front of the Sinclair mansion, and its owner is currently standing in the middle of the sidewalk, his gaze searing me like a firebrand as I approach with Millie. Dominic Sinclair is just about the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, but he’s also one of the most terrifying. Taking a steadying breath, I close the distance between us so Millie can say hello. When she greets him, Dominic drags his attention from me and offers her a smile so genuine that it tugs at my heartstrings. As I watch him talk to my two young charges, I remember what Cora told me about his infertility struggles. He clearly loves children, and I feel a wave of empathy for him. If anyone knows what it’s like to yearn for a family of their own, it’s me. Jake is currently showing Dominic his new toy airplane, pulling the matchbox model from his pocket and demonstrating how far it can fly. With a great heave, he sends the toy gliding through the air, only to land in the middle of the street. Before any of us can say a word, Jake races after it, right into the busy road. “Jake no, be careful!” I cry, watching him dart out into the path of an oncoming car but feeling frozen by my fear. Before I can contemplate putting Millie down to go after him, a blur of movement whirrs past my vision. I’ve never seen anyone move so fast in my life. Dominic became little more than a hazy outline of himself, chasing after Jake and pulling him out of the way just before the car slams into them. The vehicle’s tires are still screeching when Dominic sets Jake down beside me, his expression suddenly very stern. “That was very dangerous.” He scolds gently. “You should never go into the street without looking both ways first.” Jake hangs his head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want my plane to get runned over.” “You are a million times more important than a toy.” Dominic tells him firmly, “and you scared your nanny half to death.” “I’m sorry, Ella.” Jake sniffles, looking up at me with wide eyes. “I know sweetheart, just don’t ever do that again.” I breathe, cuddling him against my side. “Thank you so much.” I say to Dominic, feeling more grateful than I can express. “I have no idea how you moved so fast! It was like something out of a superhero film.” “Must have been the adrenaline.” Dominic shrugs, giving Millie another smile before taking his leave. “Enjoy the rest of your day, and stay out of the road young man!” “Yes sir!” Jake calls after him, pocketing his airplane. “I really am sorry.” He adds to me. “It’s forgotten.” I tell him softly, though I take his hand so that he can’t run off again. “It all happened so fast.” I tell Cora later that night. “I mean the more I think about it, the more amazing it seems. One moment he was there, and the next he was gone. It was like magic.” “Thank goodness Jake is alright.” She replies, but rather than looking relieved, her face is twisted into a deep grimace. Studying my sister’s expression, I realize her grim demeanor is not just about Jake’s near miss. Something else is wrong, and I actually feel guilty for not noticing sooner. “Is everything okay?” Cora frowns, “Not really. But you’ve got so much going on right now, it’s not important.” “Cora, don’t be ridiculous.” I admonish. “What’s going on?” “Well, speaking of Dominic Sinclair,” She begins cryptically, “you know that sperm he sent to us for testing?” “Yeah,” I confirm, wondering where on earth this was going. “It’s gone missing… and I’m the last person who saw it, not to mention it was in my custody.” She explains, her voice becoming thick with emotion. “Ella, I think… I think I’m going to be fired. And if there’s an investigation I could lose my medical license.”

    Ella A week ago I might have believed there was no hope for Cora, but seeing how kind and understanding Dominic was with the kids today makes me wonder if he could really be so heartless. I have to try and help her, I would do anything for my sister – even begging a ruthless billionaire for mercy. I repeat these words to myself as I walk down the street, still preoccupied with my possible pregnancy, even as I prepare to go to bat for my sister. His bodyguards see me first, and I can see their mouths moving as they watch me move closer, no doubt notifying him of my presence. “Mr. Sinclair?” I ask hesitantly, feeling my heart pound violently against my ribcage. He turns around and gazes imperiously down at me. “Yes?” “I’m Ella Reina, I nanny for Jake and Millie Graves.” I begin, gnawing on my lower lip. His dark eyes catch on my mouth, and suddenly I feel like a frightened rabbit in front of a hungry wolf. “I know who you are, Ella.” “Oh… well, I don’t mean to be impertinent, but I’m friends with Dr Cora Daniels…”As soon as I say her name, his expression closes off, and some unidentified emotion flashes in his eyes. “She told me she’s in trouble at work, and I know you’re one of the bank’s donors.” I improvise. “I don’t know what Cora is being accused of, but I’m sure she’s innocent. She takes her job incredibly seriously, and she would never do anything to risk her career.” “And what do you expect me to do about it?” Dominic asks ominously. I can tell he doesn’t believe my weak story, his body language has changed completely, and I can feel his rising anger vibrating in the air around us. “I just thought… I hoped that if you had any sway there, you might be able to put in a good word for her.” I finish, feeling color flood my cheeks. I’m both ashamed of myself for such a feeble attempt, but unsure how else to handle such a delicate topic. The last thing I want is to get Cora in even more trouble than before. Dominic’s jaw ticks as he watches me, and the voice in the back of my head urges me to run for it. “From what I’ve heard, your friend made a very serious mistake, and the consequences have been more than appropriate. The best thing she can do now is take responsibility for her mistakes, not sending you to do her dirty work for her.” “I – she didn’t, she doesn’t even know I’m here! I swear.” I plead. “I’ve said all I’m going to say on this matter.” Dominic declares, turning away from me and striding into his house. The door slams shut behind him, and I’m left with his various bodyguards. “Please, she’s innocent.” I beg, “you have to –” before I can say anything more, the men grab me by the arms and begin trying to lead me off the property. Feeling truly desperate, I dig in my heels, deciding that my dignity is worth Cora’s entire future. “I’m begging you, if I could just talk to Mr. Sinclair.” “You’ve already talked to him.” The first guard grumbles, “and frankly you’re lucky he was as generous to you as he was. Your friend clearly told you things she shouldn’t.” The next thing I know, they’ve thrown me off the property and onto the sidewalk so forcefully that I lose my balance, tumbling to the ground as tears spark in my eyes. The iron gates slam shut behind me, and I have no choice but to slink off before I can embarrass myself further. Of course, this was only the beginning of my misfortune. When I arrived at work the next day, I found that my keys no longer fit the locks on the front door. I knocked, overwhelmed with confusion, and a few minutes later the door swung open to reveal Jake and Millie’s furious mother. “My keys aren’t working.” I tell her, wondering why she’s glaring at me so fiercely. “They’re not meant to.” She answers coldly, “as of yesterday afternoon, your services were no longer required.” “I… you’re firing me?” I squeak, not believing my ears. “Why?” “We got a call from the neighbors.” She explains haughtily, “apparently you let Jake run into the road the other day where he was almost hit by a car! And then yesterday you were seen making a fool of yourself at Dominic Sinclair’s home – they said his bodyguards had to drag you off the grounds like a common criminal.” “That isn’t fair, that isn’t what happened!” I plead. “Jake through his toy into the road and ran after it, I didn’t let it happen, and what happened with Mr. Sinclair was a misunderstanding.” “I don’t want to hear it.” She hisses. “Now leave before I call the police.” “Please, can’t I at least say goodbye to the kids?” I request, praying she’ll grant me this one kindness. “I’m dialing.” She tells me simply, pulling her cell phone from her pocket. “No!” I raise my palms in supplication, “It’s okay, I’ll go.” I know Dominic Sinclair is responsible for this. I don’t believe my ex-boss’s story about the neighbors for one moment. He clearly wanted to punish me, just like he’s having Cora punished. I spent all my money on the insemination, and without a job I have almost nothing. How am I ever going to afford to have a baby now? I guarantee I’m not going to get a good reference from Jake and Millie’s mother. As if things weren’t already bad enough, when I return home I find a stack of bills in the mailbox and I don’t even recognize half the senders. I open them one by one, feeling my confusion and disbelief grow by the minute. As I look at the stores on the breakdown of charges, my suspicion grows: they’re all Mike’s favorite places. Is it possible he did this behind my back? That he’s been hiding the bills from me for months… or years? I have to call Kate. My former best friend might have betrayed me completely with her affair, but if anyone knows what Mike has been up to, it’s her. My hands are shaking as I dial Kate’s number. Have I ever been this angry? If I have I certainly can’t remember it now. “Hello?” Kate answers almost immediately, using a sickly sweet tone that screams of fakeness. “Kate?” I state bluntly. “Are you with Mike right now?” There’s a pregnant pause on the other end of the line, before she weakly responds, “What? Of course not.” “Come off it Kate, do you really think I don’t know about your shit?” I demand. “I’m not a complete idiot.” “Ella listen–” She begins, obviously gearing up to give me some sort of excuse. “No, I don’t even care about your little affair anymore – but I need to talk to him right now.” I declare fiercely. There’s another pause, and then Kate’s voice drops its innocent tone. “You don’t care?” She repeats, sounding truly shocked. “ You know I’m already pregnant?”

    Ella “Does he know you’re pregnant?” I ask sharply, “because a man who’s so afraid of responsibility that he’d poison me for years is probably willing to do it to anyone.” “Of course he does!” She objects, “He just didn’t tell you about it because he didn’t want you to bleed him dry. He’s a stock broker.” “Oh Kate,” I sigh, “Poor, gullible, stupid Kate. He’s as much a stock broker as I am a wizard.” “Don’t talk to me like that! He’s got money, he lavishes it on me all the time!” She insists. “With fraudulent credit cards he took out in my name!” I shout, losing my temper completely. “What?” She squeaks. “That’s right. I’ve only just found out – he’s completely bankrupted me. I’m calling the police and if I were you, I’d check your own credit rating immediately, because I’d be willing to be you’re next.” I snap. “No,” she repeats weakly, “you’re wrong, it’s different with me.” My voice is getting thick with emotion now, but I can’t help it. “And frankly I don’t really care what happens to you Kate, but if you’re really pregnant then your baby deserves better than to be raised in a homeless shelter, and that’s exactly where Mike will land you.” I hang up before I start crying, not giving her a chance to respond. I have to go to the police and see if I can resolve these financial issues… I can’t have a baby if I’m bankrupt, and I can only pray the police will help. ________________________ “I’m very sorry Miss. Reina, but if your ex-partner has left the area, there’s not much we can do about this.” The police officer breaks this news to me about as gently as he might smash an ant beneath his boot. “I’ll give you the police report to send to the credit card company, but that’s the most help you’re going to get from us.” One by one they crush my hopes, telling me in no uncertain terms that unless a culprit is arrested in my case, I’ll be held responsible for the charges. As I hang up on the final call, I can feel the earth crumbling beneath my feet. How did it come to this? I literally have nothing. No one will hire me without a recommendation from my previous employer, which means I won’t be able to pay rent or keep food on the table. Normally I might turn to Cora in such a time, but I can’t burden her with this when she’s in the same boat. Tomorrow I’ll finally find out whether or not I’m pregnant, and up until now the strange sensation I’ve been experiencing the last few days has been a comfort and source of hope. I don’t know how to explain it: it’s as if I’m suddenly different somehow – even though I can’t see any changes, I just have this intense knowing that I’m no longer the same woman I was a week ago. I thought it was a sign the insemination worked, but now I’m praying that it’s my imagination going overboard. At first I try to distract myself, turning on the TV and freezing when I see Dominic Sinclair on the news talking about all his good will initiatives in the community. “When our work is finished, the Moon Valley children’s home will be a place of love and community, motivated to find the best homes for every child in need. Our initiative not only ensures that the permanent residents in the home have the best possible conditions, but that there is continuous follow up with children placed with adoptive families to ensure they thrive in their new homes.” So much for the supposed philanthropist, I think bitterly. Turning a blind eye to the lives he’s selfishly ruining all the while pretending to be a friend of the downtrodden. A week ago I might have been touched by such a broadcast. I grew up in an orphanage just like the one he’s describing, and I know just how terrible the conditions can be. Now however, I see nothing but his hypocrisy. Cora was an orphan too, she didn’t do anything wrong – where is his compassion for her? Clearly it’s only for the TV cameras. It’s a shame. He’s very convincing… then again, so was Mike. Shaking myself, I turn the TV off. What the hell is wrong with me? The man is a heartless billionaire and I’m still sitting here mooning over him like a silly schoolgirl. I end up going to bed early, trying not to think about tomorrow. Of course, I still lie awake late into the night – I know what it means to grow up an orphan, and I can’t countenance bringing a child into the world just to abandon it to that bleak existence. The more my life unravels, the more stark my options become. If I am pregnant… Am I going to abort the child? Even though it’s what I’ve wanted my entire life!

    Ella “No, I understand.” I murmur into the phone. “Thanks for listening at least.” I wearily hang up the line, burying my head in my hands. I spent all morning calling in every favor and loan I possibly could, throwing my dignity right out the window to beg my friends and acquaintances in my time of need. I’ve never thought of myself as a proud woman, but begging this way was more of a challenge than I could have imagined. I only wish I could help Cora as well as myself. She’s still waiting to hear if she’ll be fired, and while she’s not supposed to be handling any samples, she got permission to do my tests this afternoon. After all, I’ve already been inseminated, so her supervisor didn’t see any risk of further negligence. Still, I’m far from excited when I walk through the front doors of the sperm bank. Ten days ago I was heartsore but optimistic for the future, yearning for a baby more than anything else in the world. Now I’m dreading the exam. However my trepidation soon gives way to surprise, because as soon as I enter the facility I have the strangest feeling that Dominic Sinclair is near. It takes me a while to actually find him, behind closed doors with Cora’s bosses in a luxurious, glass-walled conference room, but I don’t have the faintest idea how I knew he was present. I also don’t understand why I feel drawn to him: after all, he’s ruined both my sister’s and my own life. I shouldn’t be excited to see him. It was dumb luck that I stumbled across his path, the conference room is on the way to Cora’s office, but I find myself stopping to observe the meeting inside. I’m struck speechless when I lay eyes on him. Is it possible that he’s gotten more attractive since the last time I saw him? It was already unfair that somebody that powerful and intelligent could be so handsome, but now it truly just feels like being kicked while I’m down. The bastard has a heart of stone, and still the universe has rained endless gifts upon him while people like Cora and I have nothing. Shaking myself out of my trance, I continue down the hall, though I feel the weight of dark eyes on my back as I retreat. Cora has clearly been crying when I arrive. Her eyes are red and her cheeks splotchy, though she tries to hide it. “Hey.” I greet her gently, wrapping her up in a hug. She leans into me, squeezing tight and lingering far longer than she usually would. “Is there any news?” “Sinclair is in there finalizing it all now. I’m going to be given formal termination notice this afternoon.” She shares, sniffling slightly. “I’m so sorry, honey.” I croon, rubbing her back. “It’s okay.” She lies, pulling away. “How are you hanging in there?” “Not very well.” I confess. “I’m sort of dreading this, to be honest.” “It’s amazing how fast things can change, huh?” She asks, looking as though she might burst into tears. “I mean, what are we going to do, Elle?”

    “Well figure it out.” I promise. “We’ve been in tight spots before.” I remind her, “remember the summer we slept in boxes on the street after we ran away from the orphanage?” “Yeah,” She nods with a sad smile. “But it’s winter now, I don’t think we’ll last long in the elements. And you weren’t pregnant then.” “Yeah well, if I’m pregnant now….” I can’t look her in the eyes as I say this, “I don’t think I’m going to stay that way.” “What?” Cora exclaims, looking horrified. “But this is your only chance! And we aren’t completely hopeless, you’ve got time to try to figure out a plan B.” That phrase alone reminds me of Mike, and I realize I haven’t shared my latest news with Cora. “I can’t afford a baby even if I do find a job. I’m going to be paying off my debts for years to come.” I share, filling her in on the details of Mike and Kate’s latest betrayal. “I can’t believe this!” She bursts out when I’m finished. “It just isn’t fair, Ella! I mean, I thought we paid our dues, I thought we were done with suffering. After everything we’ve been through, we deserve a better future than this! You deserve to be a mom – no one loves children more than you do.” “And you deserve to be a doctor.” I reply. “You worked so hard.” “I still don’t think you should give up yet.” She frowns. “You can terminate the pregnancy up until the end of the first trimester. It would be a tragedy if you aborted it, then pulled off a miracle and it turned out you could have kept it. Don’t take that risk. Keep the baby until the very last moment.” “I don’t think miracles happen to people like me.” I remark softly. “Besides that seems kind of like it’s own form of torture – the longer I carry the baby the more attached I’m going to get. I don’t want this to hurt any worse than it has to.” “It’s going to hurt no matter what.” Cora reasons, “You ought to give yourself a chance – keep the door open. Don’t give up hope completely.” “Let’s just find out if I have to make that decision in the first place.” I state, changing the subject. “I may not even be pregnant.” Yet even as I say it, I can feel in my heart that I am. “Okay.” Cora agrees, pulling a sterile cup wrapped in plastic from one of her cabinets. “You know what to do.”

    I take the cup and quickly duck into the bathroom to provide a urine sample, returning it to her almost immediately. I pace back and forth across the office as Cora runs the tests. “Well?” I press, seeing the results pop up on her computer screen. She offers me a sad smile. “Congratulations little sister, you’re going to have a baby.” I told myself that I wouldn’t fall to pieces no matter the results, but as soon as the words are out of her mouth I’m crying. I’ve been waiting to hear those words for years and was beginning to think I never would. It’s both unimaginable joy, and unimaginable pain. I never knew my heart could hold such conflicting emotions at the same time, let alone in such extremes. “Really?” “Really.” Cora confirms, hugging me. “Come on, let’s do an ultrasound. You can hear the heartbeat.” “Isn’t it too early?” I squeak. “Just one of the benefits of being at the finest lab in the country.” Cora quips, the words bittersweet on her tongue. “Our technology is years ahead of what’s available in public hospitals.” Climbing onto the raised exam table, I lay back and lift my top, not bothering to change into a gown or cover my clothes with a sheet, I simply expose my flat belly as Cora wheels in an ultrasound on a cart. Within minutes the machine is emitting a strange whoosh woosh woosh, and Cora squirts a dollop of jelly on my tummy. She pressed the wand to my skin, and before long a tiny heartbeat sounds – making me cry all over again. However Cora is frowning deeply. “This is so strange, the baby seems awfully large, but we tested you at your last visit to be sure you weren’t already pregnant.” “What does that mean?” I ask anxiously. “Is the father just a big guy?” “I don’t just mean size – I mean development.” Cora purses her lips and furrows her brows as she studies the images, suddenly looking very worried. She’s whispering now, speaking to herself more than to me. “It doesn’t look human… but that can’t be… it’s not possible.” “What are you talking about?” I inquire, “How can you tell? Isn’t it just a tiny blob?” “As I said, our tech is state of the art. It doesn’t just highlight shapes – it analyzes the molecular structure.” Before she can say another word, the door bursts open, startling us both. To my shock and horror, Dominic Sinclair is standing in the doorframe, glaring at us as if we’ve done something terrible. “What’s the meaning of this?” He demands. “What’s the meaning of this? I repeat in shock, “what’s the meaning of you barging into a private exam?!” “Because,” He declares fiercely, and I swear his eyes are almost glowing with rage. “I can smell my pup.”

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    I was Dominick’s secretary for 7 years. Recently, he got engaged. Holding onto his arm, his fiancée glared at me, “Before we can get married, fire her.” He pushed her hand away, “Really? Let’s not get married then.” …How could I explain I was just his secretary?!

  • Fled With CEO’s Twin Babies

    “Ah… Slower…!” The woman pleaded in the dimly lit room, gripping the man’s strong back. Her moans of pleasure only fueled his eagerness as he moved back and forth with intensity. Their heavy breaths mingled together, igniting a fiercer passion within each other. CLANG!!! Their wild movements knocked over the lamp on the bedside table. The orange light turned on and lit up the room. Still struggling to catch his breath, Joe Smith looked at Mia White with a mocking gaze. “I can’t believe you’re this desperate. Drugging me just to get me to touch you? Well, are you satisfied now?” With a smirk, he changed his angle and continued with his hard thrusts, taking her pleasure to new heights. A single tear slipped down her cheek as she struggled to speak, “I didn’t…” His eyes darkened upon seeing her cry, pushing him to move even faster, and with a few more thrusts they both reached climax. Letting out a low growl, Joe released Mia, still shaking from aftershocks, lost in a daze. He headed towards the bathroom, leaving her to lie motionless on the bed. It took her some time to gather her strength and slowly dress herself. Her gaze fell upon the nightstand drawer, and she bit her lip. Three years ago, when the White Group was facing a financial crisis, her parents drugged her and sent her to Joe’s bed to secure an alliance with the Smith family. Joe believed that it was all Mia’s scheme to get closer to him, and despised her from the start. And more than that, he never loved her because he treasured someone else. Wendy Swan. Wendy had saved his life. He was incredibly grateful, and wanted to marry her. But due to certain family obligations and business contracts, he was forced to marry Mia instead. Despite his hatred, Mia cared and loved him in every way, even though the high society of Atlanta all mocked and looked down on her for it. But she didn’t care about their opinions. She never complained once, continuing to tolerate everything Joe did that proved how much he hated her. But today, she decided… she couldn’t take it anymore. She was pregnant. Joe and Mia had made a deal not to have children. Or more accurately, Joe didn’t want her to have his child. She took out the papers from the bedside table drawer. Joe emerged from his bath, a deep scowl on his face. He tossed a small box of pills Mia. “Take it.” Mia read the label on the box, “emergency contraceptive,” and felt a wave of disappointment wash over her. Her hesitation irritated him, and he scoffed, “We’ll not have kids. Mia. Quit dreaming.” Mia threw the pills aside, her expression devoid of emotion. “I don’t need them. I won’t get pregnant this time. And… I have something to tell you.” Tear streaks were still visible on her face, shimmering under the light. Despite his coldness to her, Joe couldn’t deny the pang in his chest, seeing her tears. But he pushed the strange feeling aside. “Go ahead. How much do you want this time?” “I’m tired. I want a divorce.” Joe’s eyes widened in disbelief. Anxiety washed over him, and he clenched his fists tight. “So now you’re playing hard to get, huh? How much does your family want this time?” Wordlessly, Mia pushed the document towards him, the two-centimeter scar on her slender arm standing out. Her expression remained terrifyingly calm. Joe nonchalantly picked up the document, “The White family finally realized you’re useless. They must be planning to exchange you for money…” Right away, the words “Divorce Agreement” came into his view.

    Joe’s eyes narrowed, tossing the divorce agreement onto the table. He lit a cigarette and blew smoke toward Mia’s face, staring at her through the haze. “You’ve taken your little game too far,” he sneered. It didn’t make sense to him that she would settle for just a clean split and nothing else. He thought this agreement was just a game to threaten him. He knew Mia loved him. She would never leave him. Plus, her family’s company would never let her go through with a divorce. Mia clenched the blanket next to her, locking eyes with Joe. She spoke slowly and firmly, “I only want a divorce. I’m not plotting anything. I’ve given back everything I owe you.” ‘I don’t love you anymore…’ Her words were a mixture of sadness and determination. She didn’t explicitly say it, but Joe somehow knew the hidden meaning underneath. It was… affecting him. More than he’d care to admit. Something was wrong. He took a step forward, pinning her with his intense gaze. He lifted her chin with his fingers, blowing smoke in her face, making her turn away and cough. He smirked and grabbed a pen from the table. “You really think I won’t sign it?” She coughed, tears welling up in her eyes, but she quietly watched him sign his name. “You better not regret this.” He wasn’t going to let her have her way. After it was signed, he tossed the divorce agreement to the floor. Then he pulled a card from his wallet and threw it at Mia. “Consider this compensation for your…” He paused, his frown deepening. “…hardships this past year.” With that, he slammed the door and left. He rarely spent the night here. The bedroom fell into complete silence. Mia clutched the card with trembling hands, her eyes turning red. She bit her lip, tears streaming down her pale face. The pain in her heart was unbearable. She touched her belly, curling up on the bed, and sobbed till her throat hurt. A while later, she gathered her strength, packed a few clothes, and booked a flight to Farmland for the next day. She had loved Joe for three years. Sometimes hated him. But now, it was all over. *** That night, Joe stayed in an apartment near his company. The next day, he drove to Sun House after finishing work. Today was the day he and Mia were supposed to visit Joe’s grandpa, Sir Smith. However, when he arrived at the Sun House, he couldn’t find her anywhere. He asked the maid, “Where’s Mrs. Smith?” She hesitated, looking at Joe cautiously before answering, “Mrs. Smith hasn’t arrived yet. Should I call her?” “No need.” He dismissed her, then walked into the house. He paid no mind to Mia’s absence, assuming she would show up eventually. After retiring from the Smith Group, Sir Smith fell in love with gardening. When Joe walked in, he was watering the plants in the yard. When saw Joe, Sir Smith glanced behind him and his face suddenly darkened. “Where’s Mia?” “I don’t know,” Joe answered nonchalantly, “But she was with me at the apartment last night.” Joe had already pushed the divorce agreement out of his mind. “You Idiot!” Sir Smith scolded. In Sir Smith’s eyes, he knew that it had to be his idiot grandson’s fault that Mia, who usually arrived early with bundles of carefully prepared gifts, hadn’t appeared. Not wanting to scold his grandson in front of others, he ordered sternly, “Come with me.” Then the two of them entered the study together. “So you’re the reason for that scandal?” Sir Smith looked at Joe with a gloomy expression. Confused, Joe asked, “What scandal?” Sir Smith tossed his phone at Joe and snapped, “Take a good look!” Joe took the phone. He saw a trending headline that read: [Golden Award-winning Actress, Wendy Swan’s Mysterious Boyfriend Revealed, and It’s Him!] The photo that came with the news showed Joe and Wendy dining together a few days ago. The paparazzi managed to capture them at an angle that made it seem like they were kissing passionately. But in fact, Joe had only been helping her keep her balance. Joe tried to explain, “This is nonsense.” “Have someone delete this Twitter post as soon as possible,” Sir Smith demanded, “This scandal damages Mia and the White family’s reputation. What will people say about her?” His face darkened as he asked, “What does it have to do with her?” “I know what you’re thinking! Don’t try to fool me again!” Grabbing the teacup in his hand, Sir Smith threw it at Joe. Joe dodged the cup, and it shattered into pieces on the floor. Sir Smith growled, “Wendy Swan will never marry into the Smith family! Over my dead body! Don’t be as ungrateful as your father!” At the mention of his father, Joe’s stoic expression finally dropped, his eyes going down to the floor. He muttered, “I won’t.” Sir Smith’s face softened slightly. After discussing other matters, Joe left the study. He called his assistant, Jack, and instructed, “Take down the post on Twitter.” Then he drove back to the villa. As he entered, he saw a woman in a white dress with her back to him. ‘Hm… Must be Mia. Sure enough, what she said was just to threaten me and get me back to her.’ Joe cleared his throat, put on a faint smile, and then sarcastically remarked, “Thought you said you were leaving. Couldn’t resist coming back?” The next second, the woman turned around. It wasn’t Mia. With her face beaming with joy, she walked towards him, exclaiming, “Joe!” “What are you doing here?” Joe’ eyes widened in puzzlement.

    Joe wasn’t expecting Wendy to be at his home. And more than that… she was wearing Mia’s dress. The white strapless dress didn’t fit Wendy’s curvy figure, and her breasts were spilling out the top. But she hugged Joe as if she didn’t notice it at all. “What’s the matter? Aren’t you happy to see me?” Wendy asked flirtatiously. She placed her fingers on the back of Joe’s neck and caressed his skin. Joe pushed her away, frowning. “Who let you in? And why are you wearing Mia’s clothes?” Wendy’s smile faltered for a moment. But she quickly composed herself and played coy. “The maid Emma let me in. I accidentally spilled coffee on myself when I got here. I’m just borrowing one of Mia’s dresses. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind, right?” “Where is Mia?” Back when Joe accidentally brought Wendy’s lipsticks back home, Mia was furious and even told Sir Smith about it. So, Joe found it hard to believe that Mia would lend her dress to Wendy. “How should I know? She wasn’t here when I arrived,” Wendy replied. Her eyes lowered slightly as she continued to move closer to Joe and lean in to kiss him. An image of Mia wearing the same dress flashed in Joe’s mind, and he avoided Wendy’s hand. “Joe?” “Don’t wear her clothes anymore,” Joe spat, “They don’t suit you.” Wendy wanted to say something else, but he cut her off, “You should go home now. I’ll see you tonight at the Mystery Club.” Wendy was surprised that Joe would remain indifferent even when she seduced him that way. But realizing that she had to maintain the “good girl” image in front of him, Wendy had no choice but to nod and comply. Before leaving, she made sure Joe saw the heart-shaped birthmark on her arm. Joe immediately softened his expression. Seeing that, Wendy turned to leave, hiding her smirk. The strong scent of Wendy’s perfume filled the villa, overpowering the air. Joe’s face slightly darkened as he headed upstairs. In the master bedroom, the bed covers were messy, and he didn’t see the divorce agreement he had carelessly thrown on the floor yesterday. Joe glanced around casually, scoffed, and went into the dressing room. He noticed that the wardrobe was packed full. Mia’s clothes were still there. Wendy had just taken one of her dresses. He felt smug, believing that Mia was just bluffing when she proposed a divorce. Joe left the master bedroom after changing his clothes. He left in such a hurry that he didn’t notice the bank card and divorce papers that had fallen to the floor. *** At the Mystery Club Under the colorful lights, Joe lounged on a sofa, surrounded by blasting music. Wendy, dressed in a fiery red and revealing dress, leaned against him. And she accepted all the compliments of those around them. They were playing a game of Spin the Bottle. Someone spun a bottle on the table, and it ended up pointing at Joe. Joe’s acquaintance John grinned mischievously. He was ready to tease Joe, but one look in his eyes was warning enough. John shuddered and opted for a safer question. “Joe… How did you meet Wendy?” Wendy gazed at him. Joe picked up a glass of beer and drained it. He then replied with tenderness in his eyes, “Wendy saved my life.” “She did?!” Everyone was shocked, except Wendy, who was smiling as she gently leaned against Joe. Twenty years ago, Joe and a little girl were kidnapped. They kept each other company for a few days until Joe found a chance to escape, leaving the little girl behind. Before escaping, he promised her that he would come back and rescue her. However, things didn’t go as planned. By the time he came back with a rescue team, the girl had disappeared, and the kidnappers were gone. All he remembered was the heart-shaped birthmark on her arm. In those dark days, Joe didn’t lose hope because of that girl. From then on, he kept looking for her until he stumbled upon Wendy singing at a bar. The heart-shaped birthmark on her arm reminded him of the girl. Joe was already engaged to Mia at that time. But he married Mia in the end. Thinking of Mia, Joe’s face darkened again. Suddenly, his other acquaintance Lucas cursed, holding his phone in his hand. “What’s going on?” John asked. “My friend ran into Miss White at the airport.” “Who?” Joe was puzzled, frowning. “Mia White.” Hearing that, Joe’s face turned even grimmer. He asked, “What is she doing at the airport?”

    John and Lucas exchanged glances, wondering how they could possibly know about it. Joe’s phone suddenly rang. The moment he answered the call, he heard Sir Smith shouting angrily, “Idiot! You’re planning to divorce Mia? Are you kidding me?!” His rage erupted through the phone, and everyone could hear. Joe stood up and walked to the door. Behind him, Wendy tightly clenched her palm, resentment in her eyes. Joe walked to a quiet place and explained to his grandfather, “Mia is just throwing a tantrum. Ignore her, she’ll calm down in a few days.” “Then why is she at the airport? Did you drive her away so that you can marry that woman? I told you… As long as I’m alive, Wendy will never ever marry into the Smith family! Never!” Joe furrowed his brow. “Did she really go to the airport?” Just the thought that Mia was actually planning to leave him… it put a deeply unpleasant feeling in his chest. And it annoyed him how much she affected him. Sir Smith sighed. “My people saw her at the airport. Go get her back! Mia’s a good girl. If you let her go, you’ll regret it.” And then, he hung up without waiting for Joe to reply. When Joe returned to the private room, he looked incredibly gloomy. “You guys carry on. I’ll leave first.” “Joe, where are you going?” Wendy asked. She looked perplexed as Joe confidently walked away without looking back. Joe called Mia several times but couldn’t reach her. Not knowing if she had turned off her phone or blocked him, he had no choice but to call Jack to find out where she was. Joe, consumed by anger, raced back to his villa and confronted Emma angrily, “Where is Mrs. Smith?” Emma stuttered, “I…I don’t know. But Mr. Smith, I found something in the room…” Before she could finish, Joe rushed upstairs. And, as expected, Mia was nowhere to be found there. In the past, no matter how late he came home, Mia would always be waiting for him in the bedroom. Even if he was upset, she would always greet him with a gentle smile. Frustrated, Joe yanked off his tie and scanned the room. It had been tidied up, and the bed looked perfectly untouched, like she had never even slept there. The wardrobe in the dressing room was still full. But upon closer inspection, Joe noticed that some of Mia’s casual clothes were missing. Joe’s face darkened instantly. When Mia married him and moved in, she only brought two suitcases of belongings. And Joe bought the rest of the clothes in the wardrobe for her. But she didn’t take any of the clothes he bought . She only took away her own things. Joe’s gaze shifted to the nightstand where he saw a bank card—the one he had given to Mia the night before. As he picked it up, he quickly discovered the divorce agreement hidden underneath. It was the divorce agreement they had signed together. Anxiety started to spread within him, and Sir Smith’s words echoed in his mind, “You’ll regret it…” It couldn’t be true. He knew how infatuated Mia was with him. She wouldn’t leave him. This was just another game she was playing to try and make him give in. Joe lit a cigarette, filling the room with smoke as he called Jack, “Have you found her?” “Our people saw Mrs. Smith at the airport, but…” “Just bring her back!” He took a deep breath, trying to suppress his anxiety. It had been a long time since he had felt this overwhelming mix of surprise and anger; not since his parents’ incident. He couldn’t understand why… “But Mrs. Smith has already boarded the plane and taken off.” Looking at the divorce agreement in his hand, Joe looked incredibly gloomy. “Send people to intercept her when the plane lands! Bring her back to me at all costs!” With that, Joe angrily threw his phone at the wall, shattering it to pieces. “So you finally got away, huh Mia? You’d better hide well and don’t let me ever catch you!”

    Mia had indeed bought a ticket to Farmland. However, Joe’s men couldn’t find her at the airport she was supposed to arrive at, and there was no evidence of her traveling to other countries. Joe and Jack continued searching for her for two months, but they had no luck. Mia White vanished out of nowhere… *Five years later, at the airport in Atlanta* The special assistant of Horizon Group, Frank Wilson, waited anxiously outside the airport. He kept his eyes fixed on the exit. Finally, a woman appeared, and he sighed in relief. He quickly approached her and greeted her politely. “Welcome, Miss Clinton.” The woman was dressed in a tight red dress that showed off her lovely curves. She slowly took off her sunglasses, revealing her bright eyes. “Hi, Frank. We finally met.” Mia greeted him with a warm smile. Mia had changed a lot in the past five years. No one could possibly recognize that this was the former submissive, well-behaved, and obedient daughter of the white family. Although Frank had seen Mia countless times on a computer screen, he was still captivated by her beauty when he met her in person. He hurriedly took her luggage. “Would you like to go to the hotel first or head straight to the company?” “Let’s go to the company first.” Frank nodded and took Mia to the Horizon Group office. Despite being founded just two years ago, Horizon Group has become a powerful company. It was quickly catching up to the Four Major Family Corporations and even earned the respect of their leaders. However, Horizon Group’s leader was a mystery, known only to the executives. Frank led Mia upstairs. The receptionist at the front desk noted how attentive he was to a mysterious woman. She couldn’t help but wonder who she was, because Frank was usually distant. Minutes later, Mia reached the top floor of the building. Looking down at the familiar sights of Atlanta, a twinge of emotion welled up inside her. She quickly composed herself and asked Frank, “Isn’t tomorrow Sir Smith’s birthday?” “Yes! Are you planning to go?” At the mention of the Smith family, Mia’s eyes flickered with unreadable emotions, but she soon returned to her normal self and smiled sweetly “We have a project in collaboration with the Smith family, don’t we? Of course, I have to go.” Before Frank left the office Mia asked him, “I don’t have a suitable dress. Have someone send some over.” After he left, Mia’s phone rang. Mia answered the video call and saw two adorable children on the screen. “Mommy!” They exclaimed. Seeing her kids’ chubby faces, Mia felt her anxiety melt away. “Have you two been good?” Mia asked softly. “Yes!” The little boy answered sweetly. The girl next to him whispered, “Grandpa took us horse riding today.” “Horse riding?” Mia raised an eyebrow, “Then you need to behave for Grandpa. Mommy will be back soon.” The children nodded and chatted for a while before ending the call. The moment the call ended, Mia’s gentle smile disappeared, replaced by her sharp business persona. She made a few phone calls, seriously asking her subordinates about the progress of the project in preparation for the upcoming project. *** At night, Sun House was brightly lit. Inside the hall, big shots from Atlanta gathered, chatting lively. These people would be the center of attention outside, but the Smith family managed to invite them all to the party. Joe stood in the second-floor hallway, observing the people below with a detached expression. His handsome face had matured over the past five years, radiating wisdom and depth. His well-tailored ash suit emphasized his tall stature, attracting admiring glances from the ladies present. Joe ignored their stares, glancing back at his assistant, Jack. Jack adjusted his glasses and spoke rapidly, “We heard that the CEO of Horizon Group has returned to the country today. They should be here for Sir Smith’s birthday celebration.” The Smiths and Horizon Group had reached an agreement two months ago to collaborate on a major project. The CEO of Horizon returned at this point to negotiate with the Smiths in person. Joe replied, “Once they arrive, politely escort them to the second floor later.” Jack rogered that. He continued, “Miss Swan is also almost here, and… ” Instantly, he stopped talking. He catched the change in Joe’s expression. “Sir?” Joe’s jawline tightened, and his intense gaze fell on the entrance. Following his gaze, Jack was shocked to see the woman who just walked through the door. A woman that they thought they’d never see again. “It’s…” Jack murmured. “It’s her…”

    Mia stood at the entrance, wearing a simple black strapless gown with a deep open back that exposed her delicate skin. She was like a fairy in the mortal world, utterly unaware of her own magnetism to those around her. More than half the room’s eyes were instantly drawn to her. She walked confidently into the hall, her eyes flashing a hint of scorn at the extravagance before her. It had been five years since she was last here… Her appearance caught the attention of everyone in the room, even the ones who were looking for Wendy. They quickly moved their attention to her. “Wow! Isn’t that Miss White, the woman who left town? Couldn’t make it on your own and decided to come back?” A flamboyantly dressed Internet celebrity, Amy, blocked Mia’s path. Mia raised an eyebrow, scanning the woman up and down. “Who are you?” She asked. Amy glared at her angrily. “Don’t pretend to be someone else! Everyone knows that you were obsessed with Mr. Smith, only to end up divorcing and leaving the country in disgrace! Now you’re back here planning to latch onto him again, aren’t you?” Mia was unfazed by her words, long immune to being slandered. But not far away, Joe’s face darkened at the sight. ‘Mia, It’s been five years… How dare you disappear for so long…’ “Mr. Smith…” Jack glanced at his boss worriedly. When Mia disappeared five years ago, Joe spared no expense to find her, but to no avail. The usually stoic Mr. Smith was furious for the first time, and his mood was foul for the following six months. Everyone at Smith Group worked on pins and needles, fearing they might be fired on the spot for the slightest mistake. But after all, it had been years. Jack wondered if his boss still cared… He watched Joe’s expression nervously. Joe glanced at Jack, his face unreadable. Jack understood tacitly and immediately suggested, “Since our guests have arrived, shall we go downstairs to welcome them?” “Hmm.” Joe sneered and strode downstairs. Frank was about to walk over when he saw Amy confront Mia, but she held her hand up to stop him. Upon Mia’s instruction, Frank deliberately kept his distance. Thinking of the way Mia usually sternly reprimanded her subordinates, Frank silently prayed for this woman who dared to provoke Mia. Mia smirked sarcastically. “You might want to save your fawning for Wendy. Maybe she’d be more willing to hear your hard sell, Miss… I’m sorry, what was your name again?” “You b*tch!” Amy’s face twisted in anger as she heard laughter from the crowd. Just as she was about to lash out, a deep male voice cut through the noise. “Mia White.” Hearing the voice, Mia slightly stiffened, but she quickly mustered a polite smile. She looked over at the man who was striding toward her with his icy cold face and greeted him calmly. “Hello, Mr. Smith. It’s been a while.” Joe practically sprinted over to Mia. He didn’t stop until he was very close to her, almost face-to-face. He looked down at the face that had appeared repeatedly in his dreams over the past few years. She was back. She’d changed. She was once gentle and dignified, her eyes shining bright with love when looked at him. But now, she was more like a dark and mysterious rose – tempting, thorny, and beautiful. And no more love and light in her eyes. Joe couldn’t quite grasp his feelings: anger, shock, and perhaps even a slight joy he couldn’t detect himself. Rage swirled in Joe’s eyes as he took a step forward, “How dare you show up again?”

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  • Love is Six Feet Under.

    I had been a simp for Edward Parsons for six years, obeying his every command. When he hugged another woman, drinking and flirting with her, I was diagnosed with leukemia at the hospital, with only three months to live. Later, he knelt by the hospital bed, crying and begging me to accept the bone marrow transplant. How funny. I never thought of living at all.

  • Dear Mr. Boss

    After taking my shower, I walked into the room of my best friend, Jessica, while wrapped in a towel. I placed a selection of underwear on the bed and asked her which would suit my new red dress. But I heard no response from Jessica. Instead, I heard a deep voice of a man from Jessica’s cell phone. “I think the black one suits better,” the man said.

  • The Bloody Galatea

    I always thought my husband was handsome, wealthy, and gentle until I found this basement when I was cleaning the villa. As soon as I pushed the door open, I smelled the Formalin. I turned on my cell phone flashlight and a pair of human eyes were staring me dead in the face! I took a step back with a shriek, and I had hit something. I slowly turned around, and my husband was standing in front of me, looking puzzled and asking me, “”What are you doing? “” Next to him was a bloodied corpse ……”

  • My Mafia Mate

    Ella It was well past midnight, and I was still stuck in the office. The glare of my laptop screen was almost a comfort, a sign that I was working hard, that I was progressing. “Almost done,” I murmured to myself with a sigh as I rubbed my tired eyes. Such was life for me, though. At this point, I was getting used to spending all of my time here at the law firm. As a rookie lawyer, I never expected to be treated like a queen, but surely they could see me for more than their errand runner? “Could you get these photocopied for me, Ella?” James had asked earlier that day, handing over a stack of case files as if it was just assumed that I would be the one to do it. And so I did, along with a dozen other tasks that didn’t particularly scream ‘lawyer’. But I believed, perhaps foolishly, that perseverance would earn me respect and better opportunities. It was my first year out of law school, after all. What did I expect? The soft hum of the janitor’s vacuum cleaner interrupted my thoughts. It was already almost one o’clock, and my body was reminding me of its need for sleep with every aching muscle. I stretched and started packing up when my phone buzzed with an incoming call. The screen read Mom & Dad. Sighing, I picked up. “Hey, you two.” “Ella? Are you at home now?” my father Edrick’s voice came through, a mix of concern and mild frustration. “I’m still at work, Dad,” I replied, my voice laced with exhaustion. “Ella! It’s way past midnight!” my stepmother Moana chimed in, her voice a rich, melodic alto. “I know, Mom, but I’ve got a ton to do.” Moana. She was my stepmother. She used to be my nanny for a short time, but in a whirlwind romance, she and my dad got married and had my little sister. Moana was more of a real mother to me than my own biological mother could ever be. Hearing her voice on a night like tonight was a comfort, but I couldn’t deny the fact that I was a little annoyed at my parents’ overbearing tendencies. They meant well, but sometimes they forgot that I was an adult who was capable of taking care of myself. “Such a dangerous city to be out in so late,” my father murmured. “You remember the news from last week?” I sighed. “Yes, dad. I remember. That was all the way on the other side of town.” “It doesn’t matter, Ella,” my dad said, sounding exasperated. “That supermarket owner was held up at gunpoint. Gunpoint! I don’t need my little girl being in danger—” “Dad, I love you, but I’m not defenseless,” I protested. “I know.” My dad paused with a chuckle. I could imagine Moana standing beside him, her freckled hand touching his shoulder as she shot him a look as if to say ‘Enough, Edrick.’ “But you’re still my little girl,” he continued.

    “I know, dad,” I replied, smiling slightly as I slipped my laptop into my bag. “You always make sure I don’t forget.” Moana’s voice chimed in then. “Just get an Uber, Ella. Don’t walk or take the subway. Okay?” “Alright, alright,” I relented, smiling. “I love you both.” “We love you too. Stay safe.” My stepmother’s voice held a warmth that always managed to seep into my heart. They hung up, and I shook my head. They would never change. I could have the life of luxury, protected and pampered in my dad’s penthouse. He was one of the most affluent Alphas in the world: the CEO of WereCorp, and the heir to the Morgan family fortune. I was his heir, and I had just as much claim to that company and fortune as he did. The offer was always there, on the table. At any moment, I was more than welcome to go home, walk in my father’s footsteps, and work toward being the next CEO while living a life of boundless luxury. But I chose this. I chose to stand on my own feet and make my mark. I chose to go to law school, move to this new city that desperately needed lawyers, and work my way up. I didn’t heed my father’s advice that night. After spending the past twelve hours sitting in a basement office with no window, the night air was refreshing. As I stepped out into the chilly night air, a gentle mist of rain dotted my skin. I opted to walk. The shadows and sounds of the city didn’t scare me. They were simply part of the pulse, the heartbeat of a world alive even in darkness. “You should listen to your parents, Ella,” my wolf, Ema, said, her voice echoing in my mind. She had been there ever since I could remember, a constant companion, a friend, a voice of reason. “It’s fine, Ema,” I replied. Talking to her in my mind was innate, just as it was for most werewolves. My lips never even twitched. Sometimes, when I was little, I accidentally talked to her out loud, but that was normal. Ema responded in a low growl. At first, I thought that she was growling at me, and I rolled my eyes and kept walking. But that shifted when I heard whispers, shadows converging around me. “Look what we’ve got here. A lone wolf out in the night,” a gritty voice mocked. The Rogues. I could sense their intentions, the greed in their eyes. I tightened my grip on my bag. “Stay back,” I warned, baring my fangs. A grin spread across the leader’s face. He was an ugly sort, with a big scar running across the diagonal of his face. “Make us, little girl.” They closed in on me. With lightning reflexes, I aimed a punch at the nearest one, who crumpled. “Shit!” one guy said, his eyes widening. “Looks like we’ve got an Alpha here, boys? Who would have thought? Today’s our lucky day!” My punch only spurred on the rest. They came at me from all sides, even more fervently now that they knew my status.

    The realization hit me. They didn’t just see a girl. They saw a potential bounty. An Alpha beneath the guise of plain attire. Rogues in my home city were often confined to one district, which was typically guarded heavily by the police. Many of them were drug addicts and petty criminals. Here, they were still drug addicts and petty criminals—but there was no ‘district’ to keep them in. They roamed freely, and the local law enforcement had their plates too full to keep watch over every Rogue for thievery and muggings. More Rogues came out of the shadows. A whole gang of them. They were all sneering, chuckling, flashing their menacing teeth and scarred faces. “Back off!” I growled, feeling myself begin to shift as my instincts from years of Alpha training began to kick in. “I’ll take every last one of you down!” As my warning echoed throughout the dimly lit alley, a palpable tension settled. The leader just smirked. “Little girl thinks she can fight, huh?” He lunged for me. I dodged in a swift motion, using my elbow to strike him squarely in the jaw. He staggered back, pain flashing momentarily across his face. But I had no time to relish in the small victory, as another Rogue lunged at me from behind. Twisting around with grace and speed, I caught him by the wrist, flipping him over my shoulder. His body crashed into a nearby pile of cardboard boxes. But I was heavily outnumbered. My Alpha skills only drew more of them out of the shadows, intrigued by my prowess. To them, a long Alpha female was a walking goldmine. They thought I had money. I could feel them closing in from all sides, their sneers and mocking laughter fueling my anger. I launched a series of kicks and punches. Each movement was precise and targeted. I managed to land blows on two more Rogues, but fatigue was setting in, and there were just too many. One Rogue managed to grab my arm, pulling me off balance. I could feel the tide turning against me. I wrenched my arm free, but I was pressed up against the wall now with nowhere to go. “She put up a good fight,” the leader said, wiping a bit of blood away from his lip. “But not good enough.” Suddenly, the roar of engines pierced the night. Three black Bentleys emerged, surrounding us, throwing light over the alley. I raised my arm to shield my eyes, blinded by the light. And then from the light came a scent. It was so intoxicating that I felt my knees go weak. Strong arms wrapped themselves around me while I was still reeling. “Touch her, and it’ll be the last thing you do,” a deep voice growled. The Rogues dispersed like rats, disappearing into the shadows. I turned, meeting the gaze of my savior. Tall, with deep-set eyes and an air of command. There was no mistaking it. A force deep within me stirred. My wolf acknowledged the bond even before my brain could process it. “Mate,” Ema hissed. “You,” I whispered, lost for words. The stranger’s lips quirked into a smile. “Me.” Fate, it seemed, had a funny way of making introductions. And just like that, in the heart of the dangerous city, beneath the cloak of night, my journey as a lawyer intersected with the path of destiny itself.

    Ella “It’s him,” my wolf, Ema, hissed inside my head. “Our mate.” “It can’t be,” I responded. “This stranger? You must be wrong.” And yet, as I stared up at the man, his piercing eyes bore into mine with an intensity I had never experienced. He was breathtakingly handsome. “My wolf senses you must be my mate,” he murmured, voice a husky whisper. So my wolf was right. His wolf sensed it, too. For a moment, everything around us faded. Our lips met, and the world seemed to catch fire. This wasn’t any ordinary kiss—it was fueled by the blessing of the mate bond, a once-in-a-lifetime connection in today’s overpopulated werewolf world. My parents, being fated mates themselves, had always told me about the overwhelming pull of the bond. I had never truly believed it until now. As our lips locked, electricity surged between us. Each touch sparked a fire that threatened to consume us both. It wasn’t just a melding of mouths. It was a collision of two souls recognizing each other across lifetimes. The sensation was overwhelming, intoxicating. The warmth of his lips, the slight catch of breath, and the gentle tug of desire left me reeling. Every fiber of my being focused on that one connection, the bond sealing with a fervor that whispered promises of forever. At the same time, I felt a sudden connection between us. It was his voice, his emotions, flooding into me. “My mate,” I heard his velvety voice echo in my ears. “How nice to finally meet you.” I had heard before that a first kiss with a fated mate established a Mindlink, a way for the mates to communicate and sense each other without uttering a single word. It was a strange feeling, to be suddenly connected like this. But at the same time, it felt euphoric. Breaking away, breathless, I took a moment to really look at him. He gazed down at me with a pair of cool blue eyes, like the ocean on a clear day. He sported a head of jet black hair, which stood in stark contrast to that blue. But the way he was dressed was equally intriguing. His sharp suit screamed luxury, distinct from the others around him dressed in black. The glint of an expensive watch caught my attention, something that my eye had been trained well to recognize having grown up with generational wealth. But what puzzled me more were the men surrounding us, dressed uniformly. Each of them pretended not to see us, but their very presence raised so many questions. Who was this man, and why did he have so many bodyguards? “Why are you out alone this late?” His low, almost husky voice pulled me back from my thoughts. “Overtime,” I responded, my voice a little shaky from the aftermath of our kiss. “New to the city?” he inquired, raising an eyebrow. “How’d you guess?” I smirked, but there was genuine curiosity in my tone. “No resident in their right mind would be out alone at this time,” he said, a shadow crossing his face. “Let me drive you home. We can get to know each other a bit more on the way.”

    Despite the strangeness of hopping into a car with a man I had only just met, something told me to trust him, even if only for the drive home. He was my fated mate, after all. As we settled into the plush leather seats, he glanced over. “Are you an Omega or a Beta?” he asked abruptly. I frowned, taken aback. “Why isn’t Alpha an option?” He pointed to the tear in my sleeve, to the plainness of my clothing. “Even if you were, I could tell what you truly are.” “And what would that be?” I asked, cocking my head to the side. He scoffed. “A peasant, clearly.” His presumptuousness irked me. “Who are you to judge?” I retorted. Suddenly, he leaned toward me. He took hold of my chin, not roughly, but still forcing me to look at him. “Apart from my parents, no one speaks to me this way,” he said coldly. “Now answer. Omega or Beta?” I swatted his hand away, the heat of anger replacing the earlier warmth. “Why does it matter?” His eyes darkened. “If you’re an Omega, it’s worse than I thought.” “Worse?” My voice trembled with indignation. “Everyone, regardless of their rank, has value. Are you suggesting otherwise?” He leaned in. “You must know I’m an Alpha. If you were a Beta, it would be one thing, but not the end of the world. But an Alpha like me, if he chooses an Omega as a mate, it’s… complicated.” “But why?” My mind raced. “Everyone dreams of finding their fated mate regardless of rank unless they’ve already mated with someone else. Are you already engaged?” He laughed bitterly. “No,” he said, his voice dripping with condescension, “but I know who I’ll marry. She’s an Alpha, new here, like you.” I gaped at him. “And she’s just going to fall into your arms?” He shot me a confident smirk. “I always get what I want.” The audacity! My initial attraction to this man quickly turned to disgust. I averted my gaze, staring blankly out the window, the neon lights of the city blurring past. The silence in the car was palpable, a dense fog of tension that seemed to thicken as we passed by streetlamps and neon signs. The soft hum of the engine and the occasional distant honk outside were the only things to fill the silence. I could feel this man’s heavy gaze on me occasionally, but I kept my eyes fixed on the window. I only just met him, and he was my fated mate, but I already disliked him. It was possible to reject a fated mate. I could reject him, and it would break our bond so I would be free to find someone else. Whoever else I found wouldn’t be fated to me, but it would be better than… whatever this was. Hell, I would rather be alone than be with some arrogant jerk. “By the way,” he said, breaking both the silence and my train of thought. “What’s your name?”

    I huffed and folded my arms across my chest. “I’m not telling you. Since it’s apparently so important and crushing that I’m just an Omega, then my name shouldn’t matter, should it?” “Come on now…” He leaned closer to me, his scent filling my mind once more. It was intoxicating, dizzying. “Don’t be like that.” I huffed again and leaned away, keeping my gaze fixed on the window. “Fine.” The man let out a low growl and leaned back in his seat. “Have it your way.” The rest of the ride was silent. When the car halted, I was in front of my apartment building. It was a small building within walking distance of the law firm, and I had chosen it precisely for that reason. There was nothing special about it, it was just a brick building, a few storeys tall, with an iron gate across the front door. When my parents saw it for the first time, I thought that my dad would have a heart attack. Moana, however, just laughed and took me out shopping for protective supplies: a big bat flashlight that could easily bash someone’s skull in (as well as provide light), a can of pepper spray, and a special mechanism that could go inside my door between the wall and the lock so that someone couldn’t open it from the outside, even if they had a key. I always appreciated her openness to my freedom to experience the city on my own, and I cherished those items that she bought for me in case they really would come in handy someday. “Well… Here you are, I guess.” The man leaned forward, peering out the window with an obvious look of disgust on his face. “This is the right place, right?” I nodded, swinging the door open. “Yep. Thanks.” Without another word, I got out, desperate to put distance between us. But a hand on my arm stopped me. “Wait.” His voice caught my attention. I froze, not turning just yet, but curious nonetheless to hear what he had to say. “I recognize that you’re my fated mate, and there’s no denying that. I can’t just let you walk away, so let me make you an offer that you can’t refuse.” I turned, ready to snap, but his next words caught me off guard. “I’ll give you a million dollars a year. To be with me. In private.” I stared at him in shock. The audacity! Did he just propose…? “Are you offering to make me your mistress?” He hesitated, then nodded. His cool blue eyes slowly looked up at my apartment building, which he viewed with an obvious look of disgust on his face. “With that kind of money, you could change your peasant life.” My blood instantly began to boil.

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