On the day I was released from prison, two men were waiting for me. One of them sent me to prison, and the other one convicted me. The snow was very heavy that day. They looked like two snowmen waiting outside the prison. Not just the two of them, I would make everyone pay their price.
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?!
“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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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.
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.
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 ……”
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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