An avalanche during an Antarctic expedition, I desperately saved my wife but ended up staying behind in the frozen wilderness forever. After the incident, my wife couldn’t find me and mistakenly believed I had abandoned her and ran away on my own. She threw herself into another man’s arms, crying, “Ernest, if it weren’t for you, I would never have survived. I’m going to divorce him and be with you!” Later, our expedition was officially recognized by the Guinness World Records. As a result, my wife signed a contract with the Antarctic research team and became their tour guide for the expedition. However, on the way to Antarctica, another avalanche struck. The snow carried out my body, and the truth was exposed. My wife knelt in front of my body and cried uncontrollably, feeling as though her life was worse than death. At the Guinness World Records award ceremony, I watched as my wife, Amanda Collier, accepted the award with a bitter smile on my face. Our team of five, with me as the leader, made the record-breaking journey. During the polar night in Antarctica, we trekked across the entire phenomenon of the Antarctic polar night. This achievement filled a gap in human history, earning us recognition from the Guinness World Records. Danger had surrounded us the whole way. But thanks to the route I had planned, we were almost at the finish line. Just as I was about to feel relief, a massive avalanche struck, and I desperately saved Amanda. But I was buried forever in the snow. I thought, “Now, here I am, only a spirit remains.” A reporter at the ceremony asked, “Ms. Collier, you’ve become a world-renowned female explorer, and many young women look up to you as an idol. Do you have any advice for them?” Amanda smiled at the camera. “When choosing a partner, make sure to be wise. Only in times of crisis do you see true feelings. “This trip to Antarctica also made me realize the true nature of my ex-husband. I want to thank Ernest for saving me.” I couldn’t help but bitterly smile. When Amanda was rescued, she didn’t see me. She searched everywhere for me. Ernest Bates, seeing this, added fuel to the fire, claiming I had abandoned her and even showed a video. In the video, it looked like I was running away, and he took credit for saving Amanda. Amanda, furious, filed for divorce as soon as she got home. Now, a year later, she was finally single again. Sensing a chance to stir things up, the reporter asked, “Ms. Collier, we understand you’ve just completed your divorce proceedings. “Do you have no lingering feelings for your ex-husband?” At this, Amanda’s expression immediately darkened. “No! And now, I want to use this moment to tell him through your cameras! “Walter Fuller, back when the avalanche happened, you abandoned me and ran off! You even hid from me for an entire year! Now that the divorce is finalized, I have nothing to do with you anymore!” Hearing this, the viewers in the live stream began to lash out at me. [He took his girlfriend to Antarctica but ran away when things got tough. Disgusting!] [As the saying goes, “When disaster strikes, couple would choose their separate ways.” How true this is!] The reporter, noticing the spike in online reactions, asked another question. “After the avalanche, Mr. Fuller was never seen again. Ms. Collier, do you think it’s possible Mr. Fuller died in Antarctica?” Amanda shook her head. “Not to mention that I have video evidence proving he ran away. “He was also wearing a life-monitoring device, and I can see that his body is perfectly healthy now.” Upon hearing this, I couldn’t help but bitterly smile. If Amanda had cared even a little, she would have noticed that I truly disappeared that night, lost forever in the beautiful Antarctic snow. At that moment, Ernest stepped onto the stage and knelt down on one knee in front of everyone. “Amanda, from now on, let me be your husband. I’ll protect you in difficult times and walk with you through happiness for the rest of our lives, okay?” The entire room erupted in applause. Seeing this, Amanda nodded fiercely with tears in her eyes. “From the moment you saved me from the avalanche, I knew you were the one I was meant to be with!” Immediately after, she and Ernest kissed passionately. As I watched this, my face turned pale, and it felt like my heart had been shattered into a thousand pieces of glass.

After the proposal, the event moved on to the next agenda. This wasn’t just the site of the Guinness World Records ceremony. It was also the signing ceremony for Amanda and the Antarctic research team. Afterward, she would lead the team across Antarctica to study the polar night phenomenon and film a documentary about it. The signing went smoothly. A month later, Amanda and Ernest arrived to meet the research team. However, when Amanda saw one of the team members, she frowned. “Victor, what are you doing here?” Victor Donovan sneered, “I’m a research team member, too. Why can’t I be here? I’m going to Antarctica to uncover the truth! “Amanda, for the whole year, you’ve been saying that Walter abandoned you when you were in danger. You said he was still alive, but I’ve waited a whole year for him, and he hasn’t shown up! “You said he abandoned you and has been avoiding you. But why is he avoiding me?” Watching this, I sighed. Victor was my friend, the youngest research member of the Antarctic team. When I went to Antarctica, he asked me to collect some scientific samples. I never expected that I would end up permanently buried in the frozen ground after getting the samples. After my death, the person most concerned about me was Victor. He had come to Amanda several times, asking about my whereabouts. But she always chased him away and even reported him for sexual harassment. It almost cost him his position in the research team. Seeing the situation, Ernest spoke up calmly, “Victor, the route Amanda and I took last time was too dangerous. Even we nearly died in the avalanche. “So this time, the route was re-planned by me. We won’t follow the same path as last time.” Hearing this, Victor grew furious. “You just want to cover up the truth! Walter must have been killed by you!” Amanda responded coldly, “You may be the expert in research, but we are the professionals when it comes to outdoor exploration. “If Walter had listened to Ernest last time, we wouldn’t have faced the avalanche. “He was still a beginner, and now look at you.” At those words, I felt a rush of anger. Ernest was actually my apprentice. He had only started outdoor exploration a year ago. I would never have taken him along if it weren’t for Amanda insisting on bringing him to Antarctica. His proposed route seemed closer and safer, but in reality, it was full of dangers. That path would lead the team through mountains full of snow wolves and across perilous rivers. Any misstep could have resulted in casualties. Meanwhile, the route I had planned was actually quite safe. We never would’ve faced any issues if not for the unexpected avalanche. Amanda didn’t trust my ten years of outdoor experience but instead believed Ernest, who had just started exploring outdoors a year ago. It was truly laughable. At that moment, David Hayden, the professor of the research team, immediately stepped in and pulled Victor back. “Don’t worry. Leave the professional matters to the experts. “We will follow your route strictly.”

Soon, under the protection of helicopters, they reached the frozen land of Antarctica. Amanda immediately spoke up. “From now on, everyone must strictly follow what Ernest and I say, or else we might run into trouble, understand?” The members of the research team all nodded in agreement. Even Victor nodded. On the first day, they made it through the outskirts of Antarctica safely. The second day went smoothly as well. But on the third day, things started to go wrong. They had entered the hunting grounds of a wolf pack. The male members of the research team carried hunting rifles, cautiously keeping an eye on the wolves. In the center of the group, Victor’s face darkened as he confronted Amanda. “It’s only the third day, and we’ve already got wolves tracking us. Based on their behavior, they’ll likely follow us for a while. We won’t be able to continue our research like this! “How did you plan this route?” Amanda’s expression was just as grim. “This might be an accident. We didn’t expect the wolves to migrate here.” Ernest shrank behind Amanda, too scared to speak. “Alright, maybe this wolf pack just ended up here by accident,” David spoke up, trying to calm the tension. “If we keep going, maybe they’ll move on in a few days.” Victor finally fell silent. On the fifth day, one of the male team members fell ill. Immediately, a snow wolf charged toward them. Bang! Ernest fired and killed the wolf. Just as he expected praise from Amanda, the others immediately scolded him. “Don’t you know you can’t just shoot in Antarctica? What if you trigger an avalanche? “Plus, gunshots won’t drive the wolves away. They’ll only make them more aggressive. You’re even worse than a newbie!” Amanda quickly stepped in, shielding Ernest. “He was just trying to help. He didn’t expect things to turn out this way.” I watched the scene unfold and couldn’t help but feel a bit bitter. If the problem had been caused by the route I planned, she’d probably have already yelled at me. She wouldn’t have made excuses for me. But when it came to Ernest, she was much more forgiving. Victor’s expression darkened further. “Mr. Hayden, I think we should cancel this mission. “If we keep going, someone might end up dead. We can sacrifice our lives for research, but we can’t afford to lose anyone over something like this!” David hesitated for a moment. “This mission has already seen significant investment from above. “It would be a huge waste to abandon it halfway.” Victor grew more urgent. “But if we don’t retreat now, what if things get even more dangerous? Then it will be too late!” At this point, Amanda spoke coldly. “Victor, you’re just scaremongering! “Research in Antarctica is already incredibly dangerous. If we retreat just because of a small setback, then I don’t think you should have come here in the first place!” I knew Amanda was worried that turning back now might hurt her reputation. Victor’s face was dark with anger. “A small setback? Do you want us to wait until someone gets mauled by wolves before you’ll agree to leave?” David seemed to soften slightly at those words. Amanda gritted her teeth and snapped, “You’re just trying to force me into following the path of the previous team leader, aren’t you? “Fine, let’s go! Mr. Hayden, let’s take the route we used before. Now you should be satisfied, right?” David nodded. “The route we took before should be much safer. Let’s continue.” Victor didn’t object anymore. I knew he didn’t fully trust Amanda or Ernest, but he trusted me. After all, when the whole internet was criticizing me for abandoning my wife and running off, he still believed I wasn’t that kind of person. As they followed my route, things became much safer. The wolf pack withdrew on the fifth day. The team set up camp and resumed their research. A month later, they had completed their research goals and continued their journey across Antarctica. I stood beside Amanda, staring at the distant snow-covered mountains. My body was buried somewhere out there. But my body had been covered by thick layers of snow and ice, with no chance of ever being found. “Is this the place where you guys were caught in the avalanche?” Victor asked, walking over and suddenly speaking up. Amanda sneered, “Yes, this is where Walter abandoned me. Aren’t you curious if he died here? “You can go look for him now.” She continued coldly, “I’d also like to see if that man who left me behind can be found here.” Victor’s face darkened at her words. At that moment, a member of the research team walked over from the distance. “Mr. Hayden, we found a seal nearby that seems unusual. It’s too quiet here… what if…” David frowned upon hearing this and immediately gave the order. “Everyone, gather up. Hold your guns tight. Let’s go check it out together.” The atmosphere quickly became tense. The team members with guns spread out around the area, carefully scanning their surroundings. Soon, they spotted the unusual seal. “What’s that on the seal? Could there be someone nearby?” Victor asked, puzzled. “Grab it and take a look, but don’t shoot,” Amanda said, furrowing her brow. The team worked together to catch the seal, and to their surprise, they found a sensor stuck to its body. Victor’s eyes widened in shock. “Wait! Isn’t this the same one Walter wore a year ago?”

“I’ve seen this design before, it’s definitely his! Walter must be dead, and this device got attached to the seal after he died!” Saying this, Victor grabbed the sensor and suddenly looked up, glaring at Amanda. “Amanda! How do you explain this?” Ernest stepped forward, frowning. “Impossible. I saw him running away with my own eyes. You must be mistaken. These devices are common among explorers.” Amanda sneered in response, “That’s right. It couldn’t be his. The avalanche was to the north. We’re in the south now. This must be from someone else who got lost.” Victor suddenly smiled, and tears streamed down his face. “This device has initials engraved on it, WF! “Amanda, what’s your excuse now? Walter is dead! You killed him!” Amanda stared at the initials WF on the device, her entire body freezing in shock. “It’s not possible! This is just a coincidence!” Victor gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with fury. “The evidence is right here, and you’re still pretending!” At that moment, another body was discovered, though its identity was unrecognizable. Victor’s eyes immediately locked onto a sports camera on the body. “Once the video comes through, I’ll see how you try to deny it!” As soon as he finished speaking, the team members quickly set up the monitoring equipment, and the video footage started to play. But the screen was filled with green light and static, and the sound was harsh and jarring. One of the researchers scratched his head. “Looks like it’s broken?” Seeing this, Amanda snorted, “Even if Walter turned to dust, I would still recognize him. This body isn’t him!” Ernest nodded in agreement. “That’s right. Walter abandoned us and ran to the north. Even if he’s dead, his body shouldn’t be here.” Victor clenched his fists tightly, his eyes bloodshot. Amanda sneered again, “That bastard Walter always said he loved me so much, but when the avalanche happened, I was left unconscious, all alone! “He abandoned me because I slowed him down! If Ernest hadn’t saved me, I might have died! This selfish, heartless scum couldn’t have just died like that! “The body on the ground isn’t his!” Upon hearing this, many of the research team members were moved by her words and angrily condemned me. At that moment, the team member who had been working on the equipment suddenly looked up with a bright expression. “It’s fixed! Come and see, everyone!” The group quickly gathered around. Amanda looked at the figure appearing on the screen, sighed, and explained, “These are the other two teammates who were with us on the expedition. During the avalanche, they were outside collecting fresh water, so we lost contact with them. “I had been praying they were just separated from us, but I never imagined their bodies would be found so close. “It looks like they survived the avalanche, but after getting separated from us, they lost their gear, couldn’t stay warm, and died. Victor, they aren’t Walter you’re looking for.” Seeing her reaction, I sighed, too. After the avalanche, I was really worried about these two teammates. Since my camp had a snow barrier, I went out immediately to look for them. That was how Ernest ended up with the video he was holding. “But what is up with this sensor? “Did it fall off when he was running away and get stuck on a seal?” Amanda stared at the small device in her hand, her brows furrowed in confusion. Hearing this, Victor scoffed in frustration, “Amanda! How can human and animal monitoring data be the same?! You can’t even figure this out! Did you really care about Walter?” Hearing him, I also gave Amanda a wry smile and asked, “Yeah, did you really care about me?” After saying this, I shook my head. But of course, she didn’t hear me. However, in the next moment, Amanda’s face hardened. “Of course, I cared about him.” I froze. “I once saw him as my one and only. I love him more than anyone. I was willing to die for him. “But him? When things got tough, he left me behind and ran off on his own! Victor, tell me, does such a person deserve my love, my care?” As she spoke, Amanda’s eyes reddened. I dropped to my knees in the snow, grabbing my hair and screaming, “Amanda! I didn’t abandon you! I swear I didn’t abandon you!!” But all I received in return was the sound of the cold, biting wind. I turned my hopeful gaze toward Victor, hoping my friend would explain things to her because he knew what my true purpose in going to Antarctica was. Victor sighed, “Amanda, if I tell you that Walter crossed the polar night with you, it was because he wanted to declare his love for you to the whole world when the polar dawn came… “Then, do you still think he would abandon you?” Amanda froze, her mouth opening but no words coming out. At that moment, a team member excitedly shouted, “Wait, there’s more footage!”

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My stepmother was infamous for being a venomous woman. They said she drove two former husbands and my dad to their deaths. When my dad died, she wasted no time cremating him. When my dad’s mistress brought her son over to fight for the inheritance, they were all dumbfounded. My stepmother sat on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, counting stacks of cash with a bright smile on her face. “I’m rich! There’s no way I’ll finish spending all this money in my lifetime.” I hid behind the dining table, too scared to make a sound. When my relatives came over, offering to adopt me, I hesitated. And then, suddenly, a row of subtitles appeared before my eyes. [The plot’s kicking off already? The heroine’s about to be taken by her relatives and tormented. Can’t wait!] [These relatives are ruthless. Once they get the money, they’ll sell the heroine off to some remote mountain village.] [No big deal. All the suffering she faces now will be compensated for with the male lead’s love later. The delicate little flower thrives in hardship and eventually finds salvation! I’m obsessed!] Hold on. Who was this heroine everyone was talking about? Was it too late for me to cling to my stepmother?

Not long ago, my dad married a new wife. From the shadows, I watched my brand-new stepmother, whose smile was radiant and enchanting, her beauty like a burst of sunlight. I finally understood why my dad married her. Even knowing she had allegedly sent two former husbands to their graves, he still couldn’t resist. Just for that face alone, it was worth it. Men like my dad thought they were victorious, having won over such a stunning woman. Unfortunately, they all ended up dead. My dad didn’t even last two months after the wedding. Some speculated it was my stepmother’s doing, but there wasn’t a shred of evidence. With no proof, people turned to superstition instead. They claimed my stepmother was cursed, a walking death sentence for any man who touched her. On the day my dad died, a group of women came knocking at the door, children in tow, demanding a piece of the inheritance. But my stepmother, being the undisputed queen of household battles, unleashed her full firepower. “Lucas, get these filthy pests out of my house!” Robbing people of their money was like killing their parents; of course, they didn’t take it lying down. My stepmother looked delicate, but her words were anything but. She pulled out my dad’s urn. “Oh dear, he’s nothing but ashes now. Can’t do a paternity test anymore, can you? But hey, you’re welcome to reunite with him.” The women wept and wailed. “How could you be so ruthless? His body wasn’t even cold before you burned him!” Smiling sweetly, my stepmother replied, “I checked. He was cold. Ice cold.” That smile sent chills down my spine. I quietly moved further away. In the end, the sobbing women and their children were dragged out by the bodyguards. My stepmother reclined comfortably on the couch, pouring herself a glass of red wine, clearly pleased with herself. “I’m rich. There’s no way I’ll finish spending all this money in my lifetime. “Too bad there’s an extra baggage to deal with.” She smiled and sighed as if I were some pesky burden. I didn’t dare make a sound. It felt like she wanted nothing to do with me. Would I even have a home anymore? Thankfully, since my mom passed, I still had my uncle, who doted on me. Just yesterday, he told me he wanted to take me away. Sure enough, my uncle and aunt soon arrived. My aunt came in sobbing, her eyes red and swollen. “Oh, Erika, how could your parents leave so soon? “Poor girl, left all alone with no one to rely on. What’s going to happen to you now?” My uncle patted my head, his voice soft with pity. “Don’t worry, kiddo. From now on, you’ll live with your aunt and me.” They looked at me with such sincerity, like they truly cared. I sneaked a glance at my stepmother. She didn’t seem particularly interested in keeping me. Everyone said she was a terrible person, but I didn’t feel that way. To her, I was just a stranger. No different from how my dad treated me. The scales in my heart started tipping toward my uncle. Just as I was ready to agree… A row of subtitles appeared before my eyes. [The plot’s kicking off already? The heroine’s about to be taken by her relatives and tormented. Can’t wait!] [These relatives are ruthless. Once they get the money, they’ll sell the heroine off to some remote mountain village.] [No big deal. All the suffering she faces now will be compensated for with the male lead’s love later. The delicate little flower thrives in hardship and eventually finds salvation! I’m obsessed!] [That vicious stepmother doesn’t seem like much better. She probably can’t wait to get rid of the heroine.]

I couldn’t make sense of the floating words. What male lead? What tragic heroine? Seeing I wasn’t budging, my uncle and aunt’s patience started to wear thin. “Erika! I’m talking to you!” she snapped. Were the relatives mentioned in the subtitles referring to my uncle and aunt? Would they really sell me off one day? My hesitation grew, and I couldn’t make up my mind. Before I could decide, my uncle clapped his hands, as if settling the matter for me. “Just take Erika away. I’ll talk to Leah about this.” Ignoring my protests, my aunt grabbed my arm and dragged me toward the door. Feeling helpless, I burst into tears. My stepmother, clearly irritated, got to her feet. “What’s this? Trying to snatch a child from my house?” Desperate, I broke free from my aunt’s grip and ran toward my stepmother like she was a lifeline. Before I could touch her sleeve, she recoiled in disgust. Fidgeting with my fingers, I finally stammered, “Mom… I don’t want to go with them.” It was the first time I had called her “Mom.” A flash of surprise crossed her face, and for a moment, she seemed at a loss for words. “You…” My uncle yanked my arm and turned to my stepmother. “She’s just being difficult. Once she’s with us, she’ll be fine.” He glared at me, his voice turning harsh. “Your parents are gone. I’m the only family you have now. Who else are you going to rely on? “Stop causing trouble and come with us.” At that moment, I started to believe the strange subtitles. Maybe they were telling the truth. Maybe they really would take me away and sell me. I looked up at my stepmother, pleading silently. She was my last hope. Ignoring my uncle’s words, she gazed down at me with an air of authority. “Think carefully. If you stay, you’ll be my daughter from now on. “And that means you’ll take care of me when I’m old.” I hesitated, then nodded slowly. My stepmother cast a cold glance at my uncle. “See that? She doesn’t want to go with you.” Forcing a dry laugh, my uncle tried to reason with her. “You’re still young. You can have your own children in the future. “This kid’s skinny and not too bright. Keeping her will only cause you trouble.” My stepmother let out a disdainful chuckle. “I know what you’re really after. I’m her legal guardian now, and without my permission, none of you can take her.” Seeing her firm stance and the bodyguards stationed by the door, my uncle knew better than to try anything forceful. He shifted tactics and asked tentatively, “Well, her father left a considerable inheritance, didn’t he? We could help manage it and make sure she doesn’t waste it.” My stepmother nodded exaggeratedly. “Oh, yes, so much money.” When she saw their eyes light up with greed, she added, “But it’s none of your business.” That remark finally broke their patience. Just as my uncle started to lunge forward, the bodyguards stepped in and carried them out. As they were dragged away, another wave of subtitles appeared. [Wait, what’s going on? Is the wicked stepmother actually planning to raise the heroine?] [But what about the male lead? The heroine was supposed to meet him after being sold off to a remote village!] [Maybe the stepmother is plotting to sell her later. Let’s wait and see.]

After that uproar with my uncle and aunt, I came to a realization. Even as a child, I could tell they weren’t good people. If they couldn’t be trusted, who could I rely on? My stepmother? Would she really sell me off, just like the subtitles hinted? After they left, I kept my presence in the house as small as possible, afraid of catching my stepmother’s attention. What if one day she decided I was too much trouble and sent me off to some remote mountain? Luckily, she seemed very busy and was out of the house for several days. I finally breathed a sigh of relief. One day, as I rummaged through the kitchen for food, her voice suddenly rang out. “What are you looking for? Have you eaten?” Clutching the hem of my shirt, I stammered, “Yes, I have, Ms. Barry.” She let out a cold snort, clearly displeased. “You little brat. You only call me mom when you need something from me, don’t you?” Her tone was sharp, and she didn’t look happy. “I’ve been busy these past few days. How have you been eating?” How had I been eating? Just the same as usual: whatever leftovers the maids didn’t finish. I told her the truth. Opening the fridge, she stared at the leftover chicken bones inside, her brows knitting together. “So, this is what you usually eat?” I nodded. What else could I eat? I was just one of the many children my father had fathered outside, lucky enough to have been brought home. Only because my mother had passed away and there was no one else to take care of me. After he brought me here, my father had practically forgotten my existence. He rarely came home, leaving me to be completely neglected. The maids, sharp as they were, followed his lead. Seeing how indifferent he was, they treated me the same. If I was lucky, there’d be leftovers. More often than not, I’d go hungry for an entire day. After a long silence, my stepmother cursed under her breath, using words I didn’t understand. Then, she called for all the staff in the villa. Standing before them, she said loudly, “Do you know who she is? And who you are? “She’s my daughter, and you’re feeding her leftovers? Just thinking about it is enough to make me a laughingstock. “Erika, look at these maids. Point out anyone who’s been mistreating you.”

The next day, all the maids I had pointed out were gone, replaced by a group of young college students. My stepmother said college students were cheap, hardworking, and very competitive. Apparently, the government even encouraged it. I didn’t quite understand what she meant until I saw the floors being mopped three times a day and the dining table filled with a variety of delicious meals. Then, things started to click. Cautiously, I sat at the dining table, inhaling the fragrant aroma of freshly cooked food but too afraid to pick up my cutlery. My stepmother propped her head up with one hand, sliding the plate of food closer to me. “Finish all of this. You’re not allowed to leave the table until it’s gone.” I swallowed hard. Was this real? Could such good fortune really be happening to me? Without hesitation, I devoured the food like a whirlwind, clearing the plate in no time. She frowned as she watched. “From now on, eat like this every day. Otherwise, people might think I’m mistreating you.” I nodded enthusiastically as I continued to eat. Once I was full, the subtitles appeared again. [What’s this wicked stepmother up to? Fattening up the girl to sell her for a higher price?] [This plot is so cruel, letting the heroine feel warmth only to abandon her later. The emotional impact will be devastating.] [The heroine is such a sweet, obedient little thing. No wonder so many men fall for her when she grows up.] Leaning back in her chair, my stepmother stretched lazily. “Just get rid of that shabby room of yours. It doesn’t look like a place fit for a human. “I had a room upstairs cleaned out for you. From now on, you’ll stay upstairs with me.” The dramatic pauses in her speech had me on edge. Her next words made my heart leap into my throat. My mind involuntarily flashed back to the subtitles. Could they be right? Was she really planning to fatten me up just to sell me later? That summer passed in constant anxiety, but school eventually started. Thanks to the meals my stepmother provided, I had put on some weight and now had chubby cheeks. She found it irresistible and couldn’t stop pinching them every day. I dared not protest. At school, everyone noticed the drastic changes in me. The once scrawny girl was now soft and clean, dressed in a brand-new dress. As I took my seat, the girl behind me, Lauren, kicked my heel forcefully. “Erika, where’s my stuff?” I knew she was asking about her summer homework. I lowered my head, not daring to speak. The maids who used to bully me had torn up my homework along with hers. Seeing I had nothing to give, Lauren kicked the back of my legs harder and sneered. “Just wait till after school!” Because I couldn’t turn in my homework, the teacher made me stand in front of the class as punishment. Lauren, emboldened by her family’s wealth and influence, got away with it while the teacher turned a blind eye. After school, I tried to avoid her by leaving through the side gate. But she still found me. She and her gang surrounded me, grabbing and dragging me toward the bathroom. This bathroom was secluded, rarely visited by anyone. Even if someone saw, they wouldn’t dare interfere. Lauren kicked me in the chest, slamming my head against the sink. “You little brat. How dare you defy Lauren?” “Do you have a death wish?” Her gang took turns hitting and kicking me until I was too weak to fight back. They were clever, aiming only for places covered by clothing to hide the bruises. When they finally stopped, I lay on the ground, trembling in pain. “This time, I’ll let you off, but if this happens again, I’ll make sure you disappear.” [The villainess is vicious even as a child! Her character is so juicy and dramatic!] [Finally, the plot is back on track. No more confusing detours.] [The heroine doesn’t even fight back because she knows no one will save her. So tragic!] Incidents like this happened weekly. Every time I resisted, the retaliation grew worse. For a brief moment, a trace of confusion flashed through my mind. It really did seem like no one would ever come to my rescue.

Once I managed to recover a little, I pushed myself up and staggered toward the door. That was when I saw my stepmother waiting outside. I was a mess, my new clothes covered in dirt. Afraid she would look down on me, I climbed into the car slowly, trying not to draw attention to myself. But she immediately lifted my skirt, revealing the bruises on my waist and abdomen. Her face turned dark with rage. “Damn it, who hit you?” she demanded. Oddly enough, her anger didn’t scare me. Instead, it made me feel safe. No one had ever shown any emotion for me before. I had always been a disposable presence. Having me around brought no joy, and my absence wouldn’t bring any grief. Even stray cats and dogs had better luck. Some of them at least found kind souls to take them in. I mumbled quietly, “Just classmates playing around. It doesn’t hurt.” Her voice rose sharply. “Playing around did this? If you don’t tell me the truth, I’ll send you away.” Terrified, my legs went weak, and I blurted everything out. I even mentioned Lauren’s father and how influential he was. That night, I overheard my stepmother on the phone. “What do you mean she’s just a burden? She calls me Mom. Do you think I’d throw her away? “This is your job. Are you doing it or not? If not, we’re done.” The next morning, she made me wear my dirty clothes from the day before and took me to school. At the entrance, a crowd of reporters with live-streaming equipment rushed toward us. Standing behind me, she gave me a subtle signal. Then, her expression changed, and tears streamed down her face.

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Natalie, my boyfriend’s cousin, moved in with him after her divorce. She was heavily pregnant and had a 5-year-old son. She took it for granted that my boyfriend Liam was her support and was unhappy with me. She thought I had stolen her cousin from her. At a family dinner, her son Noah threw his drink at me and shouted: “You can’t steal my daddy!” The sudden incident left everyone stunned. My parents and Liam rushed over to help me wipe the sticky orange juice off my dress. I was still in shock, silently staring at the angry child. He was only five, but his features resembled his mother’s – proper and cute. At that moment, however, his eyes were filled with rage, as if he was a little hero fighting injustice. Natalie came over and pulled him away, casually saying, “Noah, that’s not your dad. That’s your uncle.” She didn’t scold or even reprimand him, just tried to lead him away. My mom was furious. She yelled at Natalie, “Stop right there! Apologize to my daughter! Is this how you raise your child?!” Natalie still wore an indifferent expression, frowning as if we were making a fuss over nothing. “He’s just a little kid. What does he know?” “He may not know better, but surely you do?” I said sternly, my anger ignited. Liam’s parents started trying to smooth things over. But instead of asking them to apologize, they were asking me to be understanding. “Aria, don’t take it so seriously. It’s just a child. Let’s all have a nice time today.” That statement made it sound like I was the one making a scene. This dinner was the first formal meeting between our families, with important relatives from both sides attending. I had even worn a dress I usually saved for special occasions. But Noah’s drink had ruined my $200 dress in an instant. I was really heated up. He hadn’t even apologized. The atmosphere grew tense. At that moment, my nephew grabbed a drink and poured it on Noah. The whole place erupted. Natalie cried out in shock, frantically wiping Noah with napkins while glaring at us. My brother patted his son’s head and threw their words back at them: “He’s just a kid and doesn’t know better. Don’t take it so seriously.” It was a blatant counter-attack. But since it was their own words, they couldn’t argue against it now. Some of my frustration dissipated. Liam pulled Noah over and said sternly: “Apologize to Aria.” “No way!” Seeing even his favorite uncle scolding him, Noah became more convinced I was a bad woman. He ran up and shoved me hard, screaming: “Get out! Get out! I don’t want you as my aunt!!” In my mind, 5-year-olds should be innocent and lively. Why would he harbor such hatred towards others? I couldn’t believe this wasn’t due to his environment. I looked up at Natalie standing nearby. She was still standing there nonchalantly, as if nothing mattered. My parents lost their patience. They got up to leave, saying: “I think it’s better if this relationship ends here!” Liam panicked when he saw us leaving. He grabbed Noah, trying to make him apologize to me. “Liam, is this woman more important than your nephew?!” Natalie hadn’t seemed anxious before, but seeing her son treated roughly, she immediately came over to protect him. Liam’s parents also came to persuade us not to be so harsh on the child. Seeing their attitude, my parents got even angrier. They strode out of the restaurant, pulling me along. This was the first meeting between our families, and it ended so unpleasantly. My parents were still fuming when we got home. But a 10-year relationship isn’t something you can just end on a whim. As adults, we had more to consider, more concerns in our hearts. “Talk to Liam properly and see what happened today.” “I think this boy is quite good, how did he end up with such a problematic family?” Dad nodded in agreement: “And that cousin of his, stirring up trouble while heavily pregnant. I was worried she’d fake an injury if a fight broke out.” I couldn’t help but laugh. Mom poked my forehead: “You still have the heart to laugh? I really think his cousin is strange. Why is she living with them after getting divorced?” “And I got the feeling she really dislikes you, like you’ve stolen something from her.” That was true. I didn’t know much about Liam’s cousin Natalie. I only knew that Liam’s mom adored her younger brother, who had a daughter late in life. So she also doted on her brother’s daughter – Liam’s cousin. I heard from Liam that his cousin grew up with him since childhood, and they were very close. You could say they were like real siblings. That’s why he allowed his cousin to move in after her divorce. Even though Natalie had lost her source of income, she could still live comfortably largely because five people were supporting her. Liam’s uncle and aunt, Liam’s parents, and Liam himself. Perhaps in her mind, she felt that if Liam and I got married, she might suddenly lose four sources of financial support? She still had a 5-year-old son and an unborn child to raise. School and formula – everything costs money. Her ex-husband was useless and loved to fool around, so he wouldn’t give her any money. She could only pin her hopes on her dear cousin’s family. This explanation made sense. No wonder she felt like I had stolen something from her. My phone vibrated with a new message. I opened it to see a long apology from Liam’s mom. She said she was sorry that the first family meeting had gone so badly and felt terrible about it. The message lowered her own stance, and other family members who had been quiet in the family group chat, including Liam’s siblings, also started apologizing. My resentment eased a little. After all, from start to finish, I just wanted his family to show some attitude. Who could feel comfortable with their first visit to the boyfriend’s family going like this? I had just started typing a response saying it was okay when I saw Liam’s uncle apologizing to me too. “Today’s incident was all Noah’s fault, but it’s also our failure as parents for not teaching our child properly.” Then he tagged Natalie, asking her to apologize to me. The group chat suddenly went quiet. A full five minutes passed with no response. I couldn’t believe they couldn’t see each other’s messages while living together. Clearly, their attitude was that they didn’t want to apologize to me. My anger flared up again. I deleted the “let’s all get along” message I had typed in the chat. Another five minutes passed before Natalie finally sent a message: “Sorry about that, Miss Aria. Please be magnanimous.” Then she posted several photos. Without exception, they were all photos of me with a guy, including one where I was smiling radiantly while wearing a Van Cleef & Arpels bracelet. I felt like all the blood in my body had rushed to my head. These photos were ones I had posted on various social media platforms a long time ago. How did she find them?! I felt a sense of shame, as if I had been stripped naked and peeked at. “Miss Aria, you’ve had multiple meals with this man, proving you maintain an intimate relationship. That bracelet on your wrist was given by him too, right? I’ve observed for a long time, and with yours and Liam’s salaries, you couldn’t afford such a bracelet. Based on this evidence, I want to ask – are you this man’s mistress?” People say pregnancy makes you stupid for three years, but I feel she could be stupid for ten years. Bringing unfounded accusations into the family group chat, with such a smug tone. As if she wanted everyone to praise her detective skills. At this point, all I could do was send a smiley face. I had no words to reply. Liam was even more furious than me. He scolded: “What nonsense are you spouting?! This guy is Aria’s cousin. They only meet once a year at family gatherings, which is why she posted the photos. The bracelet was bought by him too. What on earth are you rambling about?! Have you gone mad?!” This was the first time I had seen Liam so angry in our 10 years of dating. He must have been infuriated to the point of spitting blood. Natalie quickly retracted her messages, but the photos couldn’t be deleted and remained in the chat, looking particularly glaring. Everyone in the group started chatting casually, trying to push those images up and out of view. But looking at those photos, I realized Natalie must have been stalking me for more than just a month or two. I post a lot of random thoughts on Twitter. To find these photos, she must have been watching since a year ago. After stalking for so long, she specifically saved these few photos of me dining with another man and wearing an expensive bracelet. Just to accuse me of being a mistress. I was too disgusted to speak, and at the same time, my anger was making me feel physically ill. Liam messaged me at this moment, comforting me not to let this upset me too much. “Our whole family is furious with her. We don’t know what she’s trying to do…” “Babe, don’t be angry. My mom says you should come over in a few days and she’ll apologize to you in person. We really went too far today. Please explain this to your parents first.” I suddenly felt relieved again and sighed: “Let’s not talk about it anymore. It’ll just make them angry again.” Liam had nothing to do with his cousin’s actions. I couldn’t take out my anger at his cousin on him. So I decided to give them one more chance. The next time I went to their house was on a weekend. Liam’s parents lived with his uncle and aunt. The house wasn’t big, but it was crowded with people, making it seem even smaller. Fortunately, his uncle and aunt were at work today, so there were only six people in the house. His cousin sat on the living room sofa watching TV, with Noah beside her. As soon as he saw me, Noah frowned and looked hostile. But he must have been warned, as he just glared at me without any other action. I sat down next to him. Natalie stroked her pregnant belly and questioned me when she saw me sit down: “Why aren’t you helping out? What are you doing sitting here?” “I’m a guest. Why should I help?” She was usually idle at home, but now she had double standards for others. Noah, seeing a new Transformers toy on TV, screamed and pulled his mom’s hand: “Mom, mom, I want to buy this! I want the $38 one!! Buy it for me, buy it for me!!” “Let’s ask uncle to buy it for you later, okay?” Natalie said it so naturally, as if this scene had played out countless times. So Liam was supposed to serve the three of them, huh? But I didn’t get angry. I just continued scrolling on my phone, my expression unchanged. Seeing that I wasn’t reacting, Natalie gently said to Noah: “Noah, you need to be sensible. When your uncle gets a wife someday, he won’t dote on you as much.”

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Melissa sacrificed everything for Adonis, taking the blame for his crime to secure his rise as Alpha. “I’ll marry you,” he had promised. “You’ll be my Luna.” But three years in prison left her with nothing but his cold rejection. “For the good of the pack, you’ll stay hidden,” Adonis said flatly, his eyes void of the warmth she once knew. “The ceremony will proceed with a stand-in Luna. You should understand.” On the day of the Luna wedding, locked away in a lavish room, Melissa overheard mocking laughter outside. “She’s so devoted,” a groomsman jeered. “Adonis could ask her to disappear, and she’d thank him!” Fury ignited her. She broke free, storming into the grand hall just as the vows began. “Melissa!” Adonis roared, striding toward her. “Stop this madness! We ended years ago. Don’t degrade yourself like this!” He turned to the pack, his voice cutting. “She’s nothing but a desperate ex, clinging to the past. Ignore her.” Wine splashed across her dress, mocking laughter filling the room. Just as Melissa faltered, a deep voice silenced the chaos. “Melissa,” it growled, smooth and commanding. The crowd parted as Lucas, the Alpha of the Stone Pack, stepped forward. “She’s everything you never deserved,”

Three years ago, Adonis was at the pinnacle of his rise to Alpha—his moment, his glory. But in one cruel twist of fate, everything shattered. A car accident that should have ruined him. But instead, he begged me—begged me to take the fall. “Mellisa, please. You’re the only one who can save me. Take the blame, for the pack, for everything I’ve worked for.” His eyes were desperate, pleading. “I’ll owe you forever. This is the only way.” And I believed him. I believed in him. I sacrificed my life for his—my freedom, my future, everything—just to protect him. He promised me that when he became Alpha, everything would change. That he would make it up to me. But now… now, I had learned the truth. The day I finally walked out of that prison cell, the weight of years spent in darkness lifting from my shoulders, I learned that today wasn’t just any day. Today was the day he would choose his Luna. The ceremony The moment I stepped into the grand hotel, the air thick with tension, I felt the weight of everything I had sacrificed for Adonis. I was here, not as a guest, but as a woman who had given up her life for him—my life, my freedom. But fate had other plans. Before I could even take another step, I collided with him—Adonis. His dark eyes locked onto mine, and in that instant, everything in the world seemed to freeze. “Mellisa?” Cole, his beta, narrowed his eyes, looking me up and down with a disdainful sneer. He turned to Adonis, voice sharp with ridicule. “She showed up like this? You’ve got to be kidding me. She’s not here to ruin the ceremony, is she?” Adonis’ gaze flickered between Cole and me, his jaw clenched tight, his expression a cocktail of shock and fury. Before I could even catch my breath, he grabbed my arm and yanked me into a shadowed corner, the heat of his rage radiating off him. “What the hell are you doing, Mellisa?” His voice was low, but the venom dripping from each word felt like a blade pressed to my skin. “I promised you we’d stay bonded in secret. You swore you’d stay out of sight!” His grip on my wrist tightened painfully, and his breath seared my skin as he pulled me closer. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Mellisa?” Adonis hissed, his voice low but laced with fury. Before I could answer, Cole, standing off to the side, flicked his cigarette and let a cloud of smoke spill between us. “Come on, Mellisa,” he sneered, taking a slow drag. “You’re lucky Adonis even agreed to keep that pathetic bond a secret. An ex-con like you should know your place.” My chest tightened, but I forced my voice steady, my glare never leaving him. “Lucky? Do you think taking the fall for his crime was some grand privilege? I spent years rotting away while he lived his life.” Their laughter echoed through the hallway, sharp and cruel. Adonis’s eyes flicked from Cole to me, his face contorting in frustration. “Mellisa, let it go. You think you’re the victim here? I’ve given you everything—everything! And you still can’t be grateful for what I did!” Cole grinned wider, his eyes glinting with malice. “Mellisa, let’s be real here. While you were in prison, living the ‘easy life,’ Adonis took care of the pack, kept everything running smoothly. He even made sure you didn’t have to deal with this whole Luna ceremony, found himself a stand-in because he knew you hated the spotlight. If I were you, I’d be worshipping the ground he walks on.” “Worship?” I laughed, bitterly. “Is that what you call loyalty now? A handout? A secret bond that means nothing but keeps me tied to your filthy lies?” Adonis’s eyes flickered with rage. “Enough, Mellisa. Go home. Stop making a damn spectacle of yourself. This is not your place anymore.” “And why the hell should I?” I snapped, my voice trembling with rage. “You want me to be grateful? That being locked away for your ambitions was some kind of blessing?” Adonis’s face went from flushed with embarrassment to cold with fury. His voice dropped dangerously low. “You’re ruining everything, Mellisa!” he hissed. “Do you have any idea what this could cost me?” Cole, smirking, stepped closer, cigarette dangling from his lips. The smoke hit my lungs like a slap, choking me. “Face it, Mellisa,” he sneered. “If I were a woman, I wouldn’t let this chance slip through my fingers. You don’t even know how lucky you are.” The others around him laughed mockingly, their voices dripping with disdain. The smoke thickened, burning my eyes. I could feel my throat tightening as I fought to breathe, and tears sprang to my eyes. I turned to Adonis, every ounce of the man I once loved slipping away from me. “Is this what you’ve become, Adonis? Someone who thinks using me was my ‘good fortune’?” My voice cracked with the betrayal that seethed beneath every word. Adonis flinched, guilt flickering in his eyes, but it was gone in an instant. His face hardened, and his voice turned icy. “Enough,” he barked. “You’ve had your say. Now, get out.” I stood there, the words choking in my throat, as his men snickered. Tears fell, but I wiped them away. “Keep your title. Keep your fake Luna. But remember this,” “When your world falls apart, I’ll be the one laughing.” As his men jeered and taunted, I turned on my heel, the sting of their laughter following me.

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My grandmother’s death was a storm, ignited by Ella’s venom. The day of her memorial, a day that should have been for mourning, was instead marked by chaos—the same day as Alpha Ethan’s wedding. He, consumed by pride and blinded by Ella’s manipulation, accused me of faking my grief, of trying to ruin their ceremony. In a surge of fury, I took my grandmother’s casket and left. Days later, the truth clawed its way to the surface, and Ethan, finally awake from his delusions, was swallowed whole by regret. And as for Ryan, the mate who had been bound to me only because of Ella—he too was forced to face the punishment that was long overdue. I was jolted awake by the sharp ring of my phone. The hospital’s number flashed on the screen. “Alice,” the voice on the other end was tight, trembling. “It’s your grandmother… her condition has worsened. You need to come immediately.” My grandmother… no. She was the only family I had left,. I dashed out the door. Where is Ryan? As I barreled into the hospital, my chest heaving with urgency, I noticed it immediately. The emptiness in the air where his presence should have been. I pulled my phone from my pocket, panic clawing at my insides. With trembling fingers, I unlocked it, praying for something—anything—from him. My eyes locked onto the message that blinked back at me, its words slicing through me like a blade. “I’m sorry, Alice. I couldn’t be there. We’ll need to postpone the wedding. Something came up with the pack.” For years, I had trusted his every word. His role as Beta to the Crescent Moon Pack demanded sacrifices, and I had accepted them with unwavering loyalty. I knew what it meant to be with someone bound by duty—a wolf’s promise to his Alpha was sacred. Alpha Ethan had stolen my heart before I even understood love. We were bound by a legacy, a promise that I foolishly believed could never be broken. But it wasn’t fate that tore us apart—it was her. Ella, the manipulative vixen who had wormed her way into Ethan’s life, stolen his heart, his loyalty, and now, my new mate, Ryan. The woman whose engagement now claimed the venue meant for my wedding. The hall that should have been draped in moonlit silks and scented with lavender, my favorite, was instead bathed in golden lights and laughter for her. The guests who had once RSVPed to witness my vows had seamlessly redirected their allegiances, joining the celebration in her honor. And Ryan was now nothing more than Ella’s lapdog. The way his gaze lingered when Ella entered the room. The way his wolf’s energy shifted, restless and alert, when she was near. I had been blind, clinging to his promises while he drifted further into her orbit. The call from the doctor broke me. Nana was gone. I ran to her side, but it was too late. The warmth in her hands had faded, her last words a plea I couldn’t fulfill. “Don’t cry, child,” she had said only days ago, her voice weak but steady. “Just let me see you in your wedding dress.” I had failed her. When I returned home, the house felt emptier than ever—until I noticed Ryan’s scent. It clung to the air, heavy with pine and musk. He was waiting for me, his golden eyes glowing faintly in the dim living room light. He stood with a bottle in his hands, his expression caught between guilt and something unreadable. “Alice,” he murmured, stepping closer. “I brought you something.” The scent of the forest clung to him, familiar but distant, like the echo of a memory. “What is it?” I asked, my voice colder than I intended. His lips quirked into a tentative smile as he held the bottle out to me. It was glass, filled with a dark amber liquid that shimmered faintly under the light. “Wolf’s Mead,” he said softly. “For the ceremony. It’s tradition, isn’t it? I thought we could drink it together when we—” I interrupted, my voice trembling. “When we stand under an altar that was supposed to be mine but was draped in lights for Ella instead?” Ryan froze, his wolf’s energy flickering as the words sank in. I stepped back. “This? This is her favorite, isn’t it? She’s the one who told you about this tradition. You never cared about it before.” His silence was louder than any excuse. “You’ve been chasing her all along, haven’t you?” My voice grew stronger, fueled by anger and the sting of betrayal. “Every time you came home smelling like her, every time you smiled at her name… Did you even fight for me? Or was I just the consolation prize?” His wolf stirred, a low growl vibrating in his chest, but I didn’t flinch. “ Ryan. We’re over.” I turned toward the door, grabbing my suitcase, but his hand shot out, gripping my arm. His touch was warm, electric, the pull of the mate bond still strong despite the betrayal. “Don’t do this,” he growled, his voice thick with desperation. “You’re mine, Alice. You’re my mate.” I met his gaze, the glow of his wolf’s eyes clashing with my resolve. “I was yours,” I said softly. “But you gave me away.”

He sensed my mood before I could mask it, his tone softening like the wind before a storm. “Alice, are you still upset about the wedding delay? Don’t worry. I’ve already dealt with it. This time, nothing will interfere.” He stepped closer, the faint scent of pine and frost curling around me—a scent that had once brought comfort but now felt suffocating. “I’ll explain to your grandmother personally,” he added, guilt flashing briefly in his silvered eyes before being replaced by a practiced calm. I let out a bitter laugh, as cold and sharp as the winter winds in the mountains. “Don’t bother. The wedding’s off. You don’t need to meet my grandmother—she wouldn’t want your explanations anyway.” His composure cracked for the briefest moment, irritation flickering in his eyes like a predator cornered. “Alice, you’re overreacting. The wedding has been three months in the making. Invitations have been sent to every pack. Do you realize the dishonor you’re bringing to me?” “Dishonor?” I echoed, my voice laced with ice. “Was it honor that kept you running off on ‘urgent pack matters’? Or was it her?” His lips parted, but before he could spew another lie, his phone buzzed. He glanced down, and as if pulled by instinct, his lips curved into a smile that sliced through me like a silver blade. “I’ll make it up to you,” he murmured before disappearing into the night, his figure melting into the shadows like smoke. The scent of Ella lingered faintly in the air. Only she could summon him with a single message. Once, I might have believed his excuses. Now, the truth gleamed brighter than the full moon rising above us. He didn’t even bother hiding it anymore. After he left, I gathered every gift he’d given me over the past hundred days. Trinkets meant to placate me. Tokens for a love that had long since decayed. I intended to return them all. The next morning, as I was about to leave, the seamstress called. “Miss Alice, your custom wedding dress has arrived. When can you come for the fitting?” I steadied my voice against the tide of emotions threatening to drown me. “Cancel it. The wedding’s off.” The woman hesitated. “This dress was a moonlit commission. The deposit alone was fifty million. If you wish to cancel, you’ll need to come in person to sign the forms.” Reluctantly, I went to the boutique. As I signed the cancellation forms, another dress caught my eye. It gleamed like frost under moonlight, adorned with rare starsteel threads and enchanted diamonds that pulsed faintly with lunar energy. “That’s…” My words faltered as two assistants wheeled it out with reverence. Their whispered chatter pierced through me like claws. “Ella is so lucky,” one said with an envious sigh. “This dress is the most exquisite piece we’ve ever seen! It’s commissioned by an Alpha and an Ryan together.1 billion can’t even cover its magic enhancements.” “Imagine two dominant wolves competing to spoil her,” another added. “What kind of blessing must she have to deserve that?” My grip tightened around the pen, my claws threatening to pierce the paper. When I arrived at Ryan’s office, the box of returned gifts felt heavier with every step. The receptionists greeted me with bright smiles. “Mrs. Stone,” they chirped. “You’re so lucky! Ryan took a month off to prepare for your wedding!” “Did you hear?” one whispered loudly. “He even bought a lunar relic necklace at auction for ten billion. It’s probably for the wedding.” Their voices dripped with envy, but their words struck like daggers. Every detail they spoke of wasn’t mine. The wedding plans, the jewelry, the grand gestures—they were all for someone else. The elevator doors slid open, and her voice spilled out before I saw her. Ella, leaning against Ryan, her arm looped through his. “Ryan, this necklace is ridiculous. I can’t even move my neck with all this weight!” He smirked, brushing a lock of hair from her face. “Didn’t you say you wanted Ethan to feel threatened? Consider it a success.” I stepped into the room, the air thick with their shared intimacy. Ryan’s expression shifted when he noticed me, his gaze hardening like steel. “Why are you here?” he demanded. “Didn’t I tell you to stay away from the office? You’re disrupting my employees.” His eyes fell on the box in my hands. “What’s that? Trash? Security, throw it out.” Before I could speak, the guards seized the box and dumped it into the bin. I stared, my breath catching as the truth sank in—everything he’d given me was counterfeit. Cheap imitations. Worthless lies. Ethan’s voice broke the silence. “Ryan, your mate is standing here, and you’re holding mine. Care to explain?” Ella stepped back, tears welling in her eyes as she turned to me. “Alice, I know you and Ethan have a history, but you accepted Ryan’s proposal. Why can’t you let Ethan go?” Ryan’s glare deepened. “This is your fault,” he growled. “You knew Ella’s insecurities, yet you reached out to Ethan. Was it to humiliate me?” The contempt in his voice cut deeper than any claw. Ethan’s words were the final blow. “I never loved Alice,” he said coldly. “Not before. Not now. Not ever.” Ella’s tears spilled over, but the triumph in her eyes was unmistakable. “I’m sorry,” she sobbed before fleeing. Ethan followed without hesitation, leaving me in the suffocating silence of Ryan’s disdain. Ryan turned to me, his gaze devoid of warmth. “You’ve embarrassed me enough. Leave. Now.” For the first time, my voice didn’t falter. “No, Ryan. You leave.

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In my past life, I was nothing more than a shadow to him. The Alpha, cold and distant, kept me at arm’s length. He was obsessed with his so-called “white moonlight,” an idealized image of someone who could never be mine. I was never seen, never cared for. And in the end, it cost me everything. My love for him—blind, foolish, unconditional—led to my death. He never noticed my sacrifice, never saw how I withered in silence for him. The day I died, my love for him was all that remained, but it meant nothing. I meant nothing. But now… Now I am reborn. I stand before him, no longer the fragile, desperate woman he ignored. I made him cuckolded. “Never let that filthy woman Elisa into my apartment.” The words echoed in my mind, sharp, venomous, dripping with disdain. But no one knows my secret. No one feels the overwhelming joy bubbling inside me. I’ve been reborn. I stand at the threshold of a new life, the same day—Nicola’s Luna Ceremony. The day my fate was sealed. In everyone’s eyes, I was unworthy of him. He was a White Wolf, the noblest of Lycans. And I? An orphan, a commoner from a forgotten pack. Our lives had been tangled by a childhood jest. An innocent promise that cursed us both for over two decades. I remember it all—his face, disgusted. “You’re nothing. You’ll never be my Luna.” No one sympathized with him. But they pitied him. And even he despised me. “Elisa, it’s not that we won’t let you in. It’s Alpha Nicola’s orders.” The words stung, sharp as a blade, and the guards’ glares were colder than the wind biting at my skin. “Be smart, Elisa. Don’t make this harder on us—or on yourself.” The burly figures flanked the entrance like stone walls, their electric batons raised. The air around us crackled, thick with tension. Everyone knew Nicola hated me. And now, I was here again, in this cursed moment, the one I never thought I’d return to. In my previous life, I hadn’t made it past this very gate. The guards had stared at me, dispassionate, but he—he never came. Nicola’s parents had been furious when they found out, their anger a storm. But their fury hadn’t saved me. Instead, it had pushed them to hurry the marriage, pushing me closer to the fate that awaited. But our wedding? It was nothing like the fairytale they expected. On the morning of the ceremony, Nicola’s beloved—the White Moon, the one he cherished above all else—had thrown herself off a cliff. The moment was etched in my mind like a cruel twist of fate. And in his eyes, I was the one to blame. The one who drove her to her death. From that day forward, my life was no longer mine. It was a descent into hell. Every step, every breath, was laced with the venom of his hatred. Nicola, with his cold gaze and cruel smirk, dedicated himself to making me suffer. His punishments were ruthless—silent treatments that clawed at my sanity, public humiliations that crushed my spirit, and violence that left invisible scars. He gathered his inner circle, those who hated me as much as he did, and they made a game of tormenting me. I begged for release countless times. “Let me go,” I would plead, my voice hoarse and my soul broken. “End this. Break our bond.” But his response was always the same: “I’ll drag you down to hell with me if I have to.” And he did. But now? This time, I won’t wait for his parents’ pity, nor will I endure his vengeance. Because this time, I’m not here to be his Luna. I’m here to shatter his throne.

Under countless astonished gazes, I turned and walked away, my steps steady, my heart free of regret. Back in Nicola’s quarters, I stripped off the cumbersome gown—a symbol of my servitude to him, Alpha Nicola. Everyone knew me as his pathetic devotee. Wherever his name was uttered, I was the fool who went ten steps further to ensure his life was flawless. He’d once complained about the exhaustion of work, mentioning he longed to visit the lavender fields of southern France. So, I meticulously planned a trip, aligning perfectly with his schedule, even though I knew in my heart he’d never take me. And I was right. When the day came, Nicola took Sasha instead. I wasn’t invited as a partner but commanded to tag along—as their servant. I still remember that stormy night. The downpour was relentless, the road slick with rain. Sasha’s bag had fallen out of the car, and Nicola, with his signature icy authority, ordered me to retrieve it. I barely stepped onto the road when a car struck me. The agony was unimaginable. Six months in the hospital, teetering between life and death, abandoned by the one I had sacrificed everything for. That helplessness, that descent into darkness—I would never allow it to happen again. Leaving Nicola was the first step to reclaiming my life. Without hesitation, I packed my things and grabbed my documents. As I made my way downstairs, the front doors slammed open, and there he was—Alpha Nicola, storming in with his perfect suit and searing aura of dominance. The moment his piercing eyes landed on me, his lips curled into a mocking sneer. Without a word, he grabbed my suitcase and flung it to the floor. “What are you doing?” I demanded, my voice sharp. His voice was colder. “The real question is, Elisa, what are you doing?” He crossed his arms, glaring down at me as if I were a petulant child. “Running away from home? How old are you?” My breath hitched as his expression darkened. “Or are you planning to leave another suicide note to manipulate me?” he spat, his voice laced with disdain. The accusation hit me like a slap. “Who told you I wanted to die?” I shot back, incredulous. Nicola’s laughter was bitter, his tone cutting. “Don’t act innocent. You’re the one who left that pathetic note before, threatening to jump if you didn’t get your way.” Memories surged—fragments of the past I had buried deep. After Nicola and Sasha became an item, I had, in a moment of rage and despair, left that message. The fallout had been catastrophic. Nicola’s mother, Sara, had panicked and forced him to break things off with Sasha. Since then, his hatred for me had only deepened. He ignored my pain, allowed Sasha and her clique to bully me, and treated me like a plague he couldn’t escape. But that was the old Elisa. Now, I met Nicola’s glare with unwavering eyes. “I never planned to die. You’re overthinking it. I’m packing because I’m going back to the countryside.” Nicola’s expression faltered briefly, his brow twitching as if he didn’t believe me. Before he could respond, Sasha entered, her voice dripping with false kindness. “Elisa, if you wanted to join my party, you could have just asked. Nicola would never turn you away.” Her words were sweet, but her eyes glittered with malice. “I’m not interested,” I replied coldly. “I’m leaving for the countryside.” Sasha let out a theatrical sigh, turning to Nicola. “Maybe we should invite her. It’s so pitiful seeing her like this.” Nicola frowned, the creases in his perfect features deepening. For a moment, he looked like he might relent. But I didn’t give him the chance. “There’s no need,” I said firmly. “I’m done here.” Nicola’s face darkened, his lips curling into a scornful smirk. “Hear that? She’s done. Off to the countryside, like the common little girl she is.” Sasha, ever the actress, sighed again. Her fingers, tipped with razor-sharp nails, reached out to grasp my arm. No one else noticed as she dug them into my skin, the pain sharp and deliberate. I flinched and instinctively shoved her away. Sasha stumbled, her delicate frame collapsing to the floor. She clutched her hand to her chest, her face painted with betrayal and fragility, lips trembling as if I had struck her. “Elisa… how could you?” she whispered, tears brimming in her doe-like eyes. Everyone stared, the room thick with unspoken accusations. And Nicola? His icy glare now burned with fury, a storm brewing in his gaze.

“Elisa, are you courting death?!” Nicola’s enraged voice echoed, a visceral growl that sent a chill down my spine. Before I could react, he shoved me with all the force of an apex predator. My body hit the stairs hard, the back of my head slamming against the edge with a sickening crack. White-hot pain blurred my vision, and I tasted copper in my mouth. Through the ringing in my ears, I heard his fury unleashed. “Elisa, do you ever get tired of tormenting people?!” His words sliced through me like claws. “The air in this house has been poisoned by your presence! You make me sick!” I struggled to sit up, clutching the back of my head as warm blood seeped through my fingers. “Enough,” I rasped, my voice trembling but firm. “I’ll move out. You’ll never have to see me again.” “Good.” Nicola’s rage seemed to falter for a moment, his jaw tightening. “You better keep your word.” He stood there, breathing heavily, his piercing golden eyes glaring down at me as if I were a speck of dirt on his pristine world. Finally, with a sneer, he turned away, scooping Sasha into his arms like she was some fragile treasure. I watched them disappear, his growl still reverberating in my chest. The pain was excruciating, but not just from the wound. I pressed my hand against the sticky blood pooling at the back of my head, a bitter laugh bubbling from my lips. Once, this man—this wolf—would have turned the world upside down if I so much as scraped my knee. I remembered a time when Nicola and I weren’t so estranged. As a child, I adored him. The elders had told me about our arranged bond, how we were destined to become mates. I clung to that idea, trailing behind him like a shadow. When he rebelled, sneaking off to the woods to hunt, I followed. When he got into disputes with neighboring packs, I was there, trying to mediate.

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After my breakup, I had a one-night stand with a stranger—his presence was terrifying. I couldn’t bear the thought of carrying the child of a monster. But then, everything changed when I uncovered an astonishing truth. The sterile smell of antiseptic filled the air as I sat in the cold, white-walled office. My hands were clenched tightly on my lap, nails digging into my palms. The doctor walked in, her face soft, her smile almost too kind for what she was about to say. “Congratulations, Leila,” she began, her voice gentle. “You’re pregnant.” The words hit me like a thunderclap. My chest tightened, and the room felt suddenly smaller. Pregnant? No. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not now. Not like this. The memory came crashing down like a tidal wave, sweeping the air from my lungs. George. He broke up with me. “It’s not you, Leila. It’s me. I just… I can’t do this anymore.” I could still see the cold resolve in his eyes, the finality in his tone. I grabbed my coat and stumbled out of my apartment, desperate for an escape. The streets blurred as I made my way to the nearest bar, my head spinning with anger and heartbreak. Inside, the dim lights cast shadows over the faces of strangers. I slid onto a barstool, slamming my purse down. “Whiskey. Straight,” I said, my voice trembling. The bartender raised an eyebrow but poured the drink without a word. I’m an orphan—no parents, no siblings, nothing. The one person I ever loved, truly loved, was George. But now… now I have no one. I downed the first glass, then another. Each burn in my throat felt like it might numb the ache in my chest. A man sitting nearby leaned over. “Rough night?” he asked, his voice smooth but tinged with curiosity. “Mind your own business,” I snapped, waving at the bartender for another drink. But he didn’t take the hint. “Sometimes it helps to talk about it.” I turned to him, my eyes blazing. “What do you know about it? Have you ever had your heart ripped out and stomped on?” He chuckled softly, holding up his hands in surrender. “Fair point. Just thought you could use some company.” I didn’t answer. I just kept drinking, sinking deeper into the haze. The next thing I knew, I was waking up in a strange bed. The light filtering through the curtains was blinding, and my head pounded like a drum. Panic shot through me as I looked around. A hotel room. “What the hell…”

I started the day hunched over the toilet bowl, my stomach twisting like a wrung-out rag. “Fantastic,” I muttered hoarsely, wiping my mouth. “Another perfect morning.” The mirror above the sink was no help. My hair hung limp, my eyes dull with exhaustion, and dark circles loomed like permanent shadows. If pregnancy came with a glow, mine must’ve been on back order. After splashing cold water on my face, I trudged into the kitchen and reached for my pack of cigarettes on the counter. One drag—just one—might help me feel normal again. “Seriously?” Leila’s voice cut through the silence. She was leaning against the fridge, arms crossed, her eyebrows raised. “Leila, don’t start,” I sighed, shaking a cigarette loose. Before I could light it, she snatched it from my hand. “What the hell?” I snapped, glaring at her. “What the hell, indeed!” she fired back, waving a piece of paper in her other hand—the pregnancy report. I froze. “Where did you get that?” “It was on the bathroom sink, genius,” she said, her voice softening. “And I hate to break it to you, mama bear, but smoking’s officially off the table.” “Leila…” My voice cracked, and I felt the sting of tears in my eyes. She stepped closer, placing the cigarette and the report on the counter. “Look, I know this is a lot. I know it’s scary. But you’re not doing this alone. I’m here, even if it means wrestling cigarettes out of your hand every morning.” I reached for the cigarette pack on the counter, only for Leila to slap my hand away. “Seriously?” I groaned, clutching my stinging fingers. “One cigarette won’t hurt the baby.” Leila’s eyes narrowed as she snatched the pack and held it up like evidence in a courtroom. “One leads to two, and two leads to you chain-smoking like a chimney. Nope. Not happening.” “Leila, give it back.” “Not a chance.” She spun on her heel and tossed the pack into the trash. “You’re unbelievable!” I snapped. Cigarettes had been my escape since I was sixteen. They’d carried me through the stress of college, through assignments, and sleepless nights. This felt like an attack on my sanity. “You’re pregnant, not invincible,” she shot back, crossing her arms. “If you want a bad habit, you can start drinking herbal tea. It’s safe and soothing.” I rolled my eyes. “What’s next? Are you going to cut off my Wi-Fi so I don’t stay up too late?” Her face turned serious. “Funny you mention that. Last night, you were on your laptop at 4 a.m., and don’t think I didn’t notice.” I groaned. “Leila, I’m finishing my dissertation. I need to graduate.” “You also need to sleep, or do you want a baby born exhausted from the womb?” she countered, her tone sharp. “Fine!” I threw my hands up. “You win. No smoking, early bedtime, and chamomile tea for life. Anything else?” Leila smirked, but her expression softened as she grabbed a carton of milk from the fridge. “Now that we’re clear on that, have you thought about… him?”

My chest tightened. I knew exactly who she meant, but the last thing I wanted was this conversation. “I don’t even know where to start, Leila,” I admitted quietly. “We didn’t exchange numbers. I don’t even know his last name.” Her eyebrows shot up. “You’re telling me you had a one-night stand and didn’t get his number?” I winced. “It was… a complicated night.” Leila grabbed her coat, determination blazing in her eyes. “Alright, we’re going to the hotel. We’ll find him.” I shook my head. “He doesn’t live there. He said he was staying for a week—just passing through.” She froze, then snapped her fingers. “The bar. Someone there might know him.” “Leila, this is ridiculous,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. “What’s ridiculous,” she shot back, “is you acting like this isn’t a big deal. You’re having his baby.” “I know that!” I snapped, my voice cracking. “You think I’m not scared out of my mind? I don’t even know where to start!” Leila softened, stepping closer. “Then let me help. But you can’t shut down on me, okay?” I nodded weakly, barely able to meet her eyes. Then she frowned, a new thought dawning. “Wait. What’s his name?” I froze. “Don’t tell me…” Her eyes widened. “You don’t know his name.” I swallowed hard. “Are you serious?” she hissed. “You don’t even know the name of the guy whose kid you’re carrying?” “It was one night!” I shot back. “I didn’t think—” “Clearly,” she interrupted, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Okay. No judgment. But we’re finding him. Name or no name.” “And if we don’t?” I whispered. Her expression softened, but her tone stayed firm. “Then we’ll deal with it. Together.” “W-What?” I stammered, staring at Leila in disbelief. “You found him?” She grinned, leaning against the doorframe like she’d won the lottery. “Found your baby daddy. You’re welcome.” My chest tightened. “How?” She smirked. “Went back to the bar. Bartender remembered him—apparently, he’s a regular.” I blinked, heart racing. “You just… asked?” Leila shrugged, but her smugness was impossible to miss. “I might’ve flirted a little. Maybe bought him a round. Details don’t matter.” I crossed my arms. “Leila…” “Relax!” she interrupted, pulling a napkin from her pocket. “Look.” I stared at the name scribbled on it: Mark Adonis. Below it, a phone number. My hands trembled as I took it. “Call him,” Leila said firmly. “Now?” My voice wavered, every instinct screaming to delay. “Yes, now,” she snapped, her gaze sharp. “He deserves to know. And so do you.” I gripped the napkin, my pulse roaring in my ears. There was no running from this anymore. I felt my breath quicken as I unlocked my phone, staring at the keypad. This was it. My heart hammered in my chest, each beat louder than the last. I took a deep breath, my fingers trembling as I dialed his number. The phone rang. Once. Twice. I swore I could hear my own pulse in my ears. By the fifth ring, I could feel the cold sweat gathering on the back of my neck. This was the moment. Seven. Eight. The line cut to voicemail. “It’s gone to voicemail,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. A strange relief washed over me. Leila shot up from the bed. “Leave a message! Now!” I hesitated, my thumb hovering over the button to end the call. But Leila’s frantic gestures pushed me forward. I put the phone back to my ear, the beep almost echoing in the silence. “Uh, hi,” I stuttered, my throat dry. “It’s Elena… we met a few months ago at the bar.” Leila glared at me, silently urging me to keep going. “I—I need to talk to you about something. It’s important. Please call me back.” I rushed the last words out, my voice shaking. “Shit! What do I do?” I hissed, waving my phone in front of Leila. “What does this mean?” Leila’s eyes widened in shock, and she grabbed the phone from my hand, accepting the call before I could blink. She slammed the phone on speaker, leaning in close. “Talk,” she hissed under her breath. My heart thudded painfully in my chest as I stared at the screen. What the hell was I supposed to say? “Hello?” A deep, gravelly voice answered after a few seconds of agonizing silence. I froze, looking at Leila, who was now gesturing wildly for me to speak. I couldn’t find my words. “Hello?” His voice grew impatient.

“Hi.” My voice cracked as I squeaked out the word. “Hi,” I repeated, louder this time, though my nerves rattled. “Elena? What do you need to talk about?” His tone was direct, almost demanding. I swallowed hard. “I—I think we should meet. This can’t be said over the phone.” There was a long pause. “Alright,” he finally said. “I’ll be back tomorrow. Where?” I blinked, surprised by how easily he agreed. I hadn’t expected this. I ran a hand through my hair. “Uh… my place?” I offered weakly, though I could tell Leila was stifling a laugh. She shot me a look and mouthed café before nodding towards the door. He chuckled lightly. “Fine. Two o’clock. Does that work?” I nodded quickly, heart pounding. “Yeah, perfect.” “See you then,” he said before hanging up. I exhaled sharply, eyes closing as anxiety clenched my chest. Tomorrow. It had to be done. Leila’s voice cut through my thoughts. “He sounds hot.” I snapped my eyes open. “He is.” I couldn’t help but remember how he looked at me that night—powerful, magnetic. I’d been drawn to him instantly. Leila smirked. “He thinks you’re after a repeat of that night.” I groaned. “No. It’s not like that.” She mimicked his voice dramatically, “My place,” before bursting into laughter. “Not funny,” I muttered, but she was still laughing. At the coffee bar

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I was born with the gift of motherhood—my body made to bear the heirs—but it was never enough for my mate. He despised my curves, calling me crude and disgusting, never once touching me with love. He turned to my cousin Dariya, a slender beauty, seeking to marry her and discard me as his second mate. Then, they cast me out. Accused of losing my purity, they threw me into the filthy streets, where I was beaten and left to die. But death wasn’t the end. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the moment my mate had chosen my cousin. This time, I would not be discarded. This time, I would rise. I would bear the Alpha’s children and become the Luna I was always meant to be. ChapterThe moon hung high in the ink-black sky, casting its pale glow over the forest as Mike’s cold, sneering words cut through the tension like a blade. “I’m going to take Jade as my Luna,” he declared, his amber eyes gleaming with triumph. “You, with your pitiful demeanor and unworthy airs, are unfit to stand by my side.” I stared at Mike before me, his towering frame exuding arrogance. His words didn’t just sting—they confirmed one undeniable truth: I had been reborn. My first life had ended in humiliation, crushed under the weight of this man’s schemes and disdain. Yet here I was, alive once more, and the rules of the game had changed. Mike’s brow furrowed as my silence lingered. “Jade is everything you’re not. She’s pure, delicate, and refined despite her humble origins. Her beauty could make spirits dance, her grace worthy of a mate’s crown. Unlike you, she will bring honor to this family.” I nearly laughed. His words were as hollow as the promises he had once whispered under the silvery light of our mating bond. Back then, I was naive enough to believe him. Back then, I had no idea that he had married me only for the wealth my mother had painstakingly amassed for my dowry—wealth that had made . “You think Jade’s better than me?” I finally asked, my voice cold, laced with something that gave Mike pause. He narrowed his eyes but continued. “She is better,” he spat, his voice hardening. “When I was struggling to lead during the famine, I had no choice but to borrow your family’s wealth. I saved lives with that money, yet now, with peace restored and the alpha himself promising me rewards, it’s time you made way for Jade.” He said it so casually, as if tossing me aside were no different than shedding a coat he’d outgrown. In my first life, my mother had doted on me, reminding me every day of my blessings. “Never let anyone know your worth until the right time, my darling,” she had said. “Once you have your mate’s heir, your place will be secure.” But Mike had never valued me. The moment he laid eyes on the riches accompanying my dowry, I became nothing more than a pawn in his schemes. “Jade may have your favor,” I said, my voice steady, sharp as steel. In my past life, after the famine relief was complete, Beta Mike wasted no time declaring his intent to marry my cousin Dariya and crown her as his Luna. Back then, I had refused to yield. He sneered at my protest, his voice like a whip cracking through my resolve. “Jade is your cousin,” he snarled, his golden eyes glowing with the dominance of his Beta rank, daring me to challenge him. “I’ve broken no vows by choosing her. Look at you—weak, repulsive, unworthy. If it weren’t for your family’s lands , I wouldn’t have so much as claimed you as my mate, let alone considered you fit to bear my pups. You should be grateful I’m even offering you a place as my second mate. Don’t overreach.” The venom in his words should have shattered me, but I had been weak then, just a lowly wolf clinging to the hope that love could bloom from duty. I believed that if I endured his scorn, humbled myself before his arrogance, and bore his heir, my place within the pack—and his heart—would be secured. Foolishly, I resolved to fulfill my role, blind to the cracks forming in my soul. That night, dressed in ceremonial silks dyed the red of blood moons, I stepped into his den. But as I pushed open the oak doors carved with runes of loyalty and protection, the sight that greeted me turned my world to ash. There, sprawled in the glow of the hearth fire, Beta Mike was entwined with my half-sister Dariya. Their shadows twisted and merged, a mocking dance of betrayal beneath the wolf sigils etched into the walls. Dariya’s cruel laughter echoed through the room as she rose languidly, draping herself in furs as if to shield her sin. Her lips curled into a smirk that bared her sharp teeth. “Sister,” she purred, her voice dripping with malice, “dressed like that, you look more like a desperate omega begging for scraps than a Beta’s mate.” Her words cut deep, but it was Mike’s silence that was the sharpest blade. He didn’t bother to defend me, didn’t look at me with even an ounce of guilt. Instead, his eyes held the cold triumph of a predator savoring its kill. What followed was a nightmare I never escaped. Mike cast me out of the pack lands, dragging me to the borders where the moonlight barely reached. “You disgrace the title of mate,” he growled, his wolf surging beneath his skin as if to emphasize his disgust. “Your impurity is an insult to the pack. You’re no longer welcome here.” With a cruel shove, he threw me into the outlawed territories, where rogues and feral wolves roamed, waiting to devour the weak. They descended on me like vultures, their claws tearing into my flesh, their howls a symphony of my suffering. I endured agony beyond measure, my wolf crying out for mercy as I was ripped apart. When I managed to crawl back to the packhouse, clinging to the faint hope that my mate bond would protect me, Mike was waiting. He condemned me before the gathered wolves, his Beta voice booming with righteous fury. “She has dishonored herself,” he declared, his words laced with lies. “Her betrayal and impurity are a stain upon this pack. I sever this bond and cast her out as a rogue.” And so, I died. Alone. Abandoned. Betrayed. While Mike and Dariya thrived, their lies building them a throne of stolen wealth and power. They became the pride of the pack, celebrated as the ideal pair, while I faded into the shadows, my name smeared and forgotten. But that was a lifetime ago. Now, standing before him, I forced a radiant smile onto my lip. “Beta Mike, you’re absolutely right,” I said sweetly, my voice as smooth as a wolf’s purr before a kill. “Dariya deserves the finest. The estate has grown old and worn; we must ensure it is properly renovated to welcome your new Luna.” Let him think he had won. Let Dariya step into this pack as if she were a queen. This time, I would play the long game. The lands he coveted, the wealth he believed was his, would become a noose around her neck. I would see her buried under the weight of debts so deep not even the moonlight could save her. And Mike? He would learn that betrayal had a price. Chapter

Mike looked at me with suspicion. “You agreed so easily? Back when I married you, you said you wanted a bond that would last a lifetime, one mate for eternity.” I hid a cold smile behind my sweet expression. He remembered those words, and yet he dared to do such a thing. His famine relief efforts may have earned him accolades, but I was born into the prestigious Riche Pack. My father’s family had generations of wealth built on commerce, and I knew better than to openly challenge him now. Suppressing the urge to strike him, I forced a dazzling smile. “Dariya isn’t an outsider. Marrying you is already a blessing for me. How could I not agree?” Mike’s eyes gleamed with pleasure, his gaze lingering on me with newfound desire. “Jade, we’ve been married a year, and yet we’ve never consummated the bond. Your behavior today pleases me. Perhaps I’ll spend the night in your chambers as a reward.” I resisted the urge to retch and stepped back delicately. “Unfortunately, it’s my time of the moon,” I said lightly. Mike’s expression darkened, irritation flickering across his face. “Don’t think I desire your coarse body. I was merely offering you pity. See to the preparations for Dariya’s welcome. That’s your responsibility now.” With a huff, he turned on his heel and left. That night, I caught a glimpse of Dariya sneaking into Mike’s study, staying until the first rays of dawn. I smiled coldly. These two vile creatures… This lifetime, I wouldn’t let them get away with anything. I meticulously reviewed the properties and assets my mother had gifted me upon my marriage, consolidating every estate and shop under my name. Then, I commissioned the most extravagant wedding supplies imaginable, sparing no expense. Dariya’s mother was a mere performer, a woman of no status, with no dowry to speak of. In our past life, they had coveted the wealth my mother had entrusted to me. They wouldn’t stop until they drained me dry. Did they wish for the grandest wedding the pack had ever seen? Very well, I would ensure they got what they wanted—but not without consequence. Beta Mike’s heroic relief efforts were well-known across the packs. When the time came to settle the accounts, who would dare demand repayment from an abandoned mate like me? Once the wedding arrangements were nearly complete, I excused myself under the pretense of praying for my ailing mother-in-law. I remembered from my past life that the Alpha of Silverfang Pack, Jason, had once fallen victim to an aphrodisiac in this remote temple. He had sought solace with a farmer’s daughter, a girl praying for her sick family. Poor and powerless, she became his Luna, but her inability to conceive left her cast aside, her spirit broken until she withered away. This time, I intervened. I found the young farmer’s daughter before the events could unfold and offered her a generous sum of werewolf coins, enough to cover her family’s medical expenses. Grateful, she left the temple with her blessings, unaware of the storm I was about to unleash. That night, I stayed in her quarters, waiting patiently. It wasn’t long before I heard the soft scuffle of footsteps and whispers outside the door. “She’s unmarked,” a shrill voice whispered. “No mate bond. She’s perfect. Quickly, bring the Alpha in. The effects of the drug are intensifying, and there’s no time to waste.” The door burst open, and they dragged in a man. His powerful presence filled the room despite the haze clouding his amber eyes. His pheromones, strong and intoxicating, left no doubt that he was Alpha Jason. The door shut behind him, and before I could react, his heated body was pressed against mine. The drug had consumed him, his wolf taking over as he growled possessively. His touch was rough yet oddly reverent as he pulled me into his arms. The pain was sharp, a tearing of flesh and pride. But I didn’t flinch. This was nothing compared to the betrayal I had endured in my past life. I let him claim me, mark me, and bind me in a way Mike never had. By dawn, Jason stirred. He sat up, his gaze falling on the crimson-stained cloth beside him. A satisfied smile played on his lips. “You… Who are you? I’m Alpha Jason of Silverfang. I marked you last night. Rest assured, you’ll be cared for.” I knelt before him, my voice steady as I met his startled gaze. “I am Jade, the eldest daughter of Tudor, a merchant of the Riche Pack. I was married to Beta Mike.” Jason’s eyes widened, the golden hue of his wolf flaring in disbelief. “You… You’re Mike’s mate? But you were unmarked—untouched!” I bowed my head, letting my voice tremble with carefully crafted vulnerability. “I used half of my family’s fortune to aid Beta Mike’s famine relief efforts. It was the only way I could secure the position of his mate. But he has always despised me for my appearance, never consummating our bond. Now, he plans to break our bond and take my cousin Dariya as his Luna. I fled here to escape a life of humiliation.” Jason’s gaze darkened, the air around him crackling with anger. “Mike dares to insult the mate bond? To cast you aside for another?” His voice was low and dangerous, his wolf’s fury palpable. Chapter

Alpha Jason pondered my words for a long moment before speaking. “Last night, you saved me, and for that, you’ve earned my gratitude. Your reputation as a dutiful daughter-in-law and your contributions to Mike’s so-called famine relief are known, though I was unaware it was your funds that sustained him. I will see to it that Beta Mike answers for his crimes. For him to spurn a beauty like you and steal your wealth to glorify himself—then take another as his mate—is unforgivable.” Jason’s piercing gaze settled on me, a flicker of curiosity mingling with admiration. “You should break the bond with him. But tell me, what plans do you have after?” I lowered my head, feigning shyness. My cheeks burned crimson, and I dared not meet his eyes. Alpha Jason’s expression softened. He stepped forward and, without warning, swept me into his arms, cradling me as though I were the most precious treasure. “Would you become my mate?” His voice dropped to a tender murmur. Tears welled in my eyes as I nodded solemnly. “I’ve already been claimed by you, my Alpha. My life belongs to you now.” Jason’s lips descended on mine, a kiss full of unspoken promises and fiery passion. When he finally pulled away, his gaze was steady yet conflicted. “But there is one thing you must know,” he said gravely. “I am cursed, unable to sire heirs. If you choose to stay by my side, when I leave this world, you will be required to follow me into the grave. Are you still willing?” I met his gaze unwaveringly, a sly smile hidden beneath my facade. “I am willing, my Alpha.” What Jason didn’t know was that after the tumultuous night we’d shared, his supposed curse would soon be lifted.Because I have a highly fertile body. Jason insisted on sending an elite guard to escort me back to Mike’s estate, both to protect me from harm and to ensure no one else dared claim me. As we entered the grand gates, laughter echoed from within the manor. I froze, recognizing the voices coming from Mike’s mother’s chambers. “Jade’s such a plain, cheap-looking thing,” sneered Mike’s mother. “She was lucky to marry Mike. Dariya, on the other hand, is a delicate flower, pure and slender. She’s exactly the kind of Luna this family deserves.” My fists clenched as I pushed the door open. The room fell silent as every pair of eyes turned to me. The family was gathered in celebration, their faces alight with glee. At the sight of me, Mike’s mother’s expression darkened. “Why are you back already?” she snapped. “Dariya and Mike’s wedding is imminent. Shouldn’t you be out praying? What are you praying for anyway? That you’ll magically become thinner?” Mike’s aunt, Sara, chimed in with a smirk. “Jade, Dariya will soon be the official Luna. You’ll be the second mate. You should show her the respect she deserves.” My gaze shifted to Dariya, who sat sipping tea, a picture of smug elegance. A wave of cold anger surged through me. I had devoted myself to this family for an entire year, caring for Mike’s mother, placating Sara, and managing the household. Yet all it took was Dariya’s waifish appearance for them to discard me like yesterday’s scraps. I didn’t reply immediately. Instead, I picked up a bottle of the exquisite werewolf wine I had once gifted to this ungrateful family. A single drop of this wine cost a fortune in werewolf coins, yet I had never tasted it myself. Now, I poured myself a generous glass and took a slow, deliberate sip. It was indeed excellent wine. The family gawked, stunned by my brazen disregard for their authority. Mike’s face twisted with outrage. “Jade! You’ve been my Luna for a year, and yet you’re always sulking with jealousy. Now, you dare to show disrespect to my family?” Before I could respond, Mike’s mother interjected, her tone sharp. “The estate is strapped for funds at the moment. Use Jade’s dowry to cover the wedding expenses. After all, what’s hers is ours. She’s part of this family now.” My lips curled into a sardonic smile. “Part of this family, you say? Funny, because it feels more like I’ve been your family’s personal bank. But no more.” My voice turned cold as I faced Mike. “I want to break our bond.” The room erupted in shocked gasps. Mike’s face turned an angry shade of red. “You can’t be serious!” “Oh, I’m very serious,” I said, my tone icy. “From this moment forward, not a single werewolf coin of mine will be spent by this family. And the fortune you’ve already squandered? Consider it a debt. If you don’t repay it, I’ll take this to the Council of Elders and charge you with misappropriation of a mate’s wealth.” Mike’s mother began to cough nervously, sending him a frantic look. Dariya’s smirk faltered as she gripped her teacup tightly. For the first time, they realized the tides had turned. I rose to my feet, the room silent in the wake of my declaration. “Enjoy your wedding,” I said with mock sweetness. “But pay for it yourselves. My wealth is no longer yours to abuse.” Chapter

Beta Mike slammed his goblet of moonsteel down, the thunderous crash silencing the grand hall of the Beta estate. His golden eyes blazed with fury, and the faint growl of his wolf rumbled deep within his chest. “Break the bond?” he snarled. “I merely wanted to bring your sister into the den as a mate, not cast you aside! And yet your temper flares like this? Do you still think you’re the sought-after Luna every Alpha dreamed of? With your broad build and tarnished name, if I hadn’t claimed you, what other wolf would have?” Dariya, draped in silken robes dyed in moonlit hues, leaned forward with a simpering smile. “Sister,” she cooed, her voice oozing false sympathy, “are you upset that Mike wants me as his luna? You can’t blame him. Your reputation precedes you in every pack. Remaining as his mate only drags the Beta lineage through the mud. If you’re resentful, perhaps it’s better for everyone if Mike casts you out.” Mike’s lips twisted into a cruel grin, his fangs glinting under the chandelier’s light. “That’s right, Jade. I’ll cast you out today. And don’t think you’ll walk away with your dowry. Every single werewolf coin, every silver-bonded heirloom your family brought to this pack, will remain here. You’ll leave with nothing but disgrace. That’s our law.” The werewolf laws were as unyielding as the full moon. If a mate was cast out under the Seven Grounds of Dismissal, her dowry stayed with the pack. I tilted my head, letting a cold smile curl my lips. “Cast me out? I am known across the territories for my loyalty, generosity, and strength. Tell me, Mike, on what grounds do you plan to justify such a decree?” Dariya’s keen eyes darted to my wrist as I adjusted my sleeve. Her wolf’s instincts caught the faint shimmer of a bonding mark hidden beneath the fabric. She leapt to her feet, pointing with an accusing claw. “She’s marked!” she screeched, her voice echoing off the walls. “Mike, she deceived you! You’ve never claimed her. That mark belongs to another male—she’s a faithless adulteress!” A collective gasp swept through the room. Mike’s face contorted with rage, his claws unsheathing as his wolf surged forward. He lunged at me, his hand raised high to strike. “You treacherous wench! Adulteress!” Before his claws could land, a dark figure stepped from the shadows—a shadow guard, cloaked in the sigil of the Silverfang Alpha. The guard’s glowing eyes held the unmistakable dominance of an Alpha’s decree. Mike froze. He wrenched his arm free, his sneer bitter and venomous. “So this is your lover, huh? Take them both to the river and drown them. You want the bond broken? Over my dead body!” A deep, resonant howl tore through the night, silencing the room. It was a howl that demanded submission. The guards at the gates parted, and the herald strode into the hall, a scroll bound in silver and sealed with the Alpha’s mark clutched in his hands. Mike smirked, leaning back as though victory were assured. “Alpha Jason’s herald? He must be here to commend me for my contributions during the famine relief. Perfect timing. I’ll make my case and restore my honor.” The herald unrolled the decree, his voice booming with authority. “By order of Alpha Jason of the Silverfang Pack: Beta Mike, who sought Jade’s bond under the sacred oath that he would not claim another unless she bore no heirs, has broken his vow. The mate bond is hereby severed. All dowry, including the werewolf coins and silver heirlooms bestowed by Jade’s family, will be returned in full.” The air seemed to crackle with the weight of the decree. Mike’s smirk evaporated, his face pale as his voice stammered, “H-how does Alpha Jason know the details of my household affairs?” The herald’s words sliced through his disbelief. “Furthermore, Beta Mike is charged with misappropriating famine relief funds, using Jade’s dowry to cover his theft. For this crime, he is stripped of his rank, his accolades nullified, and he will endure thirty lashes with the silver whip. The royal decree of his bonds with Jade is nullified, and she is free to claim her rightful place.” The room erupted into chaos. Mike dropped to his knees, his voice trembling as he muttered, “Alpha Jason knows… everything…” Chapter

The entire room fell into stunned silence. They’d rather believe their ears were playing tricks on them than accept the reality—an Alpha had declared a divorced woman as his Luna. To outsiders, my figure was too full, too lush to be considered the ideal beauty. Women like my delicate half-sister, Dariya—so frail they seemed they’d collapse with a strong breeze—were the coveted brides. Mike, however, refused to accept the truth. He believed Jason, the Alpha King, had lost his senses. Clinging to the Royal Herald, Mike shouted his grievances for all to hear: “Jade has defiled herself! She put shame upon me and dared to ask for break of bound! she is no fit Luna! And the culprit is here—this mongrel—punish them both!” The Herald, unimpressed, cast a disapproving glance at Mike before turning to bow respectfully to the Royal Guards flanking me. “Thirty lashes for Mike. You, Alpha Guard, will carry out the punishment immediately.” Without waiting for so much as a rebuttal, the Herald left to deliver the Alpha King’s decree. The Guard wasted no time. His wolves quickly began stripping Mike’s household bare, fulfilling every item on my carefully prepared list. “Luna,” the Guard said, bowing slightly. “We’ve accounted for every asset. The shops, the treasures, the furnishings… all claimed. However, Mike’s debt to you from the last two years is still one million seven hundred thousand Werewolf Crowns in silver. The gifts he sent on your behalf—rare wolf-bone carvings and starstone jewels—have not been fully reimbursed either.” Before his words even finished, the old matron gasped, clutching her chest. “What a curse upon our house! This gold-digging, soulless woman… my son is a Beta! He worked tirelessly during last winter’s famine! How can petty coins outweigh his noble sacrifices?!” I laughed softly. Coins? Oh, how little they knew. Mike’s so-called noble deeds were my plans, my resources, and his “sacrifices” nothing but a facade. As if sensing my thoughts, the Alpha Guard raised the whip. Each lash across Mike’s back was met with a satisfying crack, followed by the sweet scent of his blood. Dariya rushed to Mike’s mother, frantically fanning her, but even in her panic, she turned her venom on me.

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I had been Alexander Turner’s secret lover for three years when I discovered I was pregnant. Alexander said he didn’t like children and was preparing to get engaged to a wealthy heiress from a suitable family. Not wanting to lose my baby, I quietly packed my bags and disappeared with his money in the middle of the night. After leaving New York, I raised my son alone for four years. The little rascal grew up to be incredibly handsome, his striking looks making him an overnight internet sensation. I built a career around my son’s popularity, becoming a successful livestreamer. When people discovered I was a single mother, I had to explain to save face: “I’m a widow.” I proved that a woman doesn’t need a man to live well, gaining a large following of independent female fans. Until one day, I noticed something familiar about the profile picture and IP address of my top supporter… It couldn’t be such a coincidence, could it? How could Alexander Turner be watching my livestreams? That serious, stoic man I once knew? To my shock, he showed up at my door that very night. He pinned me against the wall, his eyes blazing with anger as he growled through gritted teeth: “A widow? I didn’t realize I was dead.” With one hand, he grabbed my son by the collar and held him in front of me. His eyes were bloodshot as he glared at me and demanded: “And what exactly is this?”

My name is Sage Brown, and I was the secret lover of business tycoon Alexander Turner. For three years, our arrangement had been mutually satisfactory. Until today. I went to his office, excited yet nervous, clutching my positive pregnancy test. Alexander was still in a meeting, so his secretary told me to wait in his office. I couldn’t help but notice a wedding dress catalog next to his computer. When had Alexander started looking at wedding dresses? My heart fluttered. Maybe he remembered my offhand comment about wanting to do a wedding photoshoot someday. Perhaps he did care about me after all. But just then, I glimpsed his tall figure through the window, walking arm-in-arm with a woman. I recognized her from the photos I’d secretly seen in Alexander’s private album – she was Chloe, the woman he’d always idealized. I lowered my head and laughed bitterly at myself. Of course Alexander wouldn’t remember something I’d said in passing. His perfect woman was back, he was looking at wedding dresses… he was getting married? I grew up in a blended family. After my mom left, my dad married another woman and had a son. So from a young age, I lived with my grandfather in the countryside. Later, when my grandfather had a stroke and was hospitalized, I was on my own. In college, I had to earn my own tuition and living expenses, plus money for my grandfather’s medical bills. The summer of my junior year, I heard that waitressing at nightclubs paid well – one night’s work could equal 3-4 days at a fast food joint. I couldn’t resist and went to interview as a waitress. That night, I happened to serve Alexander Turner’s private room. He happened to be drunk after a breakup. He pulled me into a hotel suite. The next morning, my legs were so sore I could barely walk. My manager thought I was slacking off since I’d disappeared all night and hadn’t done my other assigned work. I was fired on the spot. I couldn’t explain what had really happened. I could only ask Alexander to compensate me for my lost wages. Alexander was very generous. He immediately offered me a high-paying job – if I took good care of him, I could earn over $10,000 a month. It was a shameful arrangement. But I couldn’t let my limited dignity get in the way of money. I’d already given Alexander my virginity, so there was no point in being coy. Besides, Alexander was tall and handsome, with washboard abs and bronze skin. He looked like a male model straight out of a blockbuster film. Sleeping with him wasn’t exactly a hardship! After two seconds of consideration, I agreed and signed the contract. He paid me $30,000 a month. I had to be available whenever he called and take good care of his needs. When we signed the agreement, he told me not to develop any feelings for him. He wouldn’t take responsibility. He didn’t want love, and I pretended I didn’t either. For three years, I only talked about money and pretended in front of him. Now the woman he loved was back, and he was getting married. He didn’t need me anymore. We couldn’t even talk about money between us now. And at this most inconvenient time, I’d gotten pregnant. This baby’s timing couldn’t have been worse. Disappointed, I folded up the pregnancy test results and put them in my bag. Just then, Alexander pushed open the office door. I looked up at him. Impeccably dressed in his suit, handsome as ever, with that hint of coolness in his chiseled features. He walked to his desk and sat down, asking me: “What did you want to see me about?” I’d originally planned to tell him about the pregnancy. But now it didn’t seem necessary. He was getting engaged. Our arrangement would end soon. He definitely wouldn’t let me keep the baby growing in my belly. But I’d been his mistress for three years, hiding my shameful status. I was no longer the innocent girl I once was. My heart had no room for other men now. This child might be my only family in the future. I couldn’t give it up. I walked over to Alexander’s side and poured him a glass of water. I made up an excuse: “I saw a jewelry set I liked.” Alexander pulled me into his arms, his voice low and magnetic: “What jewelry? Wasn’t the set I bought you last time enough?” “Olvis just released a new diamond and jade necklace. It’s not that expensive, only about $200,000. I really want it.” “I’ll have my secretary take you to buy it later.” I pretended to be delighted and gave him a quick kiss. “Thank you, Alexander.” A barely perceptible smile crossed Alexander’s handsome face. His warm fingertips caressed my cheek. His thick lashes lowered as his gaze roamed suggestively over my lips. “Is that all?” As his kept woman for three years, the most important skill was anticipating the patron’s desires. I could see what Alexander wanted. I smiled coyly and sat on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. I timidly leaned in to kiss him. Just sitting there, he gave off an intimidating aura. As our cool lips met, I could smell a hint of pine. He quickly took control, holding my waist tightly as his hot tongue parted my lips. As we embraced, I could feel his heated breath. He finally lost control and carried me to the rest area, pressing me beneath him. Suddenly, I felt a twinge in my lower abdomen. My mind cleared instantly. I carefully protected my belly and pushed him away. He frowned at me in annoyance. I quickly explained: “Um… I just got my period…” “Wasn’t that supposed to be next week?” He scrutinized me as if he knew I was lying. I panicked but forced myself to sound confident: “I’ve been staying up late recently. My cycle is irregular. Is that not allowed?” Hearing this, he gently moved off me. His tone carried a rare hint of complaint: “Then why did you come to seduce me?” He sat up and straightened his rumpled suit and tie. I also got up and fixed my appearance. Unable to resist, I asked: “Alexander, do you like children?” “No,” he answered promptly and decisively. As expected. My heart sank. Then he looked at me and asked: “Why bring that up suddenly?” I forced a laugh, my voice soft and slightly hoarse: “Oh, it’s nothing. I just saw an adorable little boy who was lost outside the apartment building earlier.” “Do you want children?” Alexander looked me up and down. “No, no. I just thought he was cute. If I had to give birth myself, no thanks.” “Good. It’s better that way.” Alexander said this and walked out of the rest area, perfectly put-together again. I quickly followed him out. After leaving the office, I became determined to leave. I checked my bank account balance. I only had $500,000. That was far from enough for me. My grandfather was still in the hospital, and I needed to cover his medical expenses. Even if I left for a while, I had to leave enough money for grandpa’s care. The $500,000 I had would go to grandpa. After all, I’d need a year to have the baby. I could only come back to see grandpa after a year. So now I had to get enough money from Alexander to cover my pregnancy and the baby’s first year. But it was really difficult to get that much money in a short time. I was pregnant and would start showing soon. I didn’t have much time left by Alexander’s side. After thinking it over, I decided to sell all the jewelry and bags he’d bought me over the years. I took them to a shop to get cash. After the shop owner finished appraising all my jewelry and bags, he gave me an estimate. $500,000. I was shocked. These were all luxury items, some even limited editions. When Alexander bought them for me, he’d spent millions. How could they only be worth $500,000 now? The owner explained that he could only offer that much because these items depreciate as soon as they’re used. Unlike gold, they don’t hold their value. Disappointed, I gave the owner my account number. Just as the money hit my account and I turned to leave, an elegantly dressed middle-aged woman called out to me. I turned and saw it was Helen Turner, Alexander’s mother. I suddenly felt nervous. “Sage, are you that desperate for money? It seems my son hasn’t been treating you very well,” she said mockingly. “No, that’s not it,” I answered softly. The pressure from this older woman and wealthy socialite was overwhelming. I instinctively wanted to leave. “Wait, I have something to discuss with you.” Inside a coffee shop. Helen Turner casually tossed a check on the table in front of me. She said disdainfully, “Alexander is about to get engaged. Here’s a million dollars. I want you to leave him.” I immediately picked up the million-dollar check from the table, unable to hide my joy. I was thrilled. With this million plus my $500,000, it would be enough for me and my baby to live on for a long time. Helen Turner’s expression changed from contempt to scorn as she watched my reaction. “A million buys you off so easily? I thought you’d demand more.” I didn’t care about her opinion of me. All I could think about was the million dollars in my hand. With this money, I could leave Alexander right away. “Thank you, Mrs. Turner. I’ll keep my promise. I absolutely won’t have any more…” “Won’t have any more what?” A cold voice suddenly rang out beside me. I turned to see Alexander’s exquisitely handsome face. My body froze. I inhaled sharply. “What kind of deal are you making?” Alexander’s gaze swept over the check in my hand. His thin lips pressed together, his eyes icy. I immediately lowered my head, not daring to look at him.

Helen Turner proudly said, “Son, look at this woman. A million dollars is enough for her to leave you. She only wanted our family’s money.” Alexander let out a cold laugh and roughly grabbed my hand, dragging me to his car. He glared at me, his eyes filled with rage. “The check.” Terrified and silent, I carefully handed it over with both hands. He took it and tore the check to shreds. My heart bled, but I didn’t dare show any reaction. His piercing eyes turned to me, filled with indecipherable emotion. “Does it hurt? Sage, am I only worth a million to you?” My heart clenched. I didn’t know why he was putting on this show of hurt and accusing me of betrayal. He was the one who said we’d only talk about money, not feelings. Now that I was talking about money, why was he angry? He was the one getting engaged. I didn’t answer his question. A million might be pocket change to him, but to an ordinary person like me, it could be everything. I’m very dissatisfied with him now, but I can only try to please him, after all, I haven’t gotten the money yet. “You’re getting engaged, aren’t you?” I lowered my voice, my eyes filling with tears. I looked pitiful and vulnerable. Seeing me like this, the coldness in Alexander’s eyes lessened, replaced by a somewhat guilty and reluctant look. After a long moment, he uttered three words: “Maybe so.” What did he mean, maybe? He was clearly getting engaged, yet he was still pretending to care deeply for me. I deliberately let tears fall silently, looking devastated. “We’ve been together for three years. My feelings for you are more intense than I imagined. But I respect your choice. I hope you’ll always be happy.” Now it was my turn to stand on the moral high ground and reproach him. Hearing my words, Alexander was overwhelmed with guilt. His embrace tightened. “I’m sorry.” “I know it was my mother who forced you to leave me. I’ll transfer the million from my own account. If anyone needs to compensate you, it should be me.” It worked! I let out a huge sigh of relief. My anxious heart settled down again. Thankfully the million I’d been promised hadn’t slipped away. We were both silent for a long while. He suddenly looked up at me tenderly, seeming conflicted as he spoke: “Let’s… let’s break up next month.” What the hell? Since when could breakups be scheduled in advance? At that moment, I was truly furious. Alexander acted so proper, but was he treating me like a robot? But the money hadn’t hit my account yet, so I didn’t dare act out. I could only nestle against him like a little bird, pretending to love him deeply. “Even though I’ll miss you terribly, I’ll do as you say.” Hearing my words, Alexander felt even more guilty. He pressed his face close to mine and said softly, “I’m sorry.”

For the next few days after returning home, I had to pretend nothing had happened and continue taking care of him attentively. Today was Alexander’s birthday. Alexander was very picky about food and only ate custom birthday cakes from Crown Bakery. I wanted to surprise him, so I’d secretly been learning from the private chefs at Crown. I hoped he would enjoy a cake I made myself. Early this morning, I went to Crown planning to personally make a cake to bring back. As luck would have it, I ran into Chloe Parker, Alexander’s ideal woman, before I even started baking. I instinctively wanted to avoid her. But to my surprise, she recognized me. “Sage, right?” Since she knew who I was, there was no point in hiding. She was from a wealthy family – finding out my identity would have been child’s play for her. “I didn’t realize Miss Parker knew me,” I replied casually, gathering baking tools and ingredients. “Are you making a special cake for Alexander?” She watched me with displeasure, as if I wasn’t taking her seriously. I let out a noncommittal “Mm-hmm.” “I’ve already pre-ordered Alexander’s birthday cake. There’s no need for you to make one. No one will eat a cake you make – it would just go to waste.” Hearing her words, I felt angry. I snapped back at her, “How do you know no one will eat it? Alexander can eat yours during the day and mine at night. After all, he spends every night at my place. His relationship with me is much closer than with you.” Chloe’s face darkened. “How vulgar!” “How could Alexander get involved with a woman like you?” “Why don’t you go ask him? Why are you questioning me?” I ignored her and continued working, infuriating her so much she stomped away. I’d spent Alexander’s birthdays alone with him for the past three years. Now that his ideal woman was back, he didn’t need me anymore. But that was fine. If he didn’t eat it, I’d eat it myself. I’d been craving cake lately anyway. Cake-making was difficult. My decorating skills were terrible, and it took over a dozen attempts to get it right. But I was very interested in learning, and the chef was patient, teaching me again and again. By the time I finished a successful cake and returned home, it was already afternoon. Due to the pregnancy, I’d been extremely sleepy lately. After a morning of baking, I was exhausted. I fell asleep as soon as I lay down. When I woke up, the sky outside was already dark. An inexplicable loneliness washed over me. The house was utterly silent, and a sense of loss swept through me. Alexander hadn’t come back. In his heart, Chloe was clearly the most important. No doubt he was happily blowing out candles with her right now. I closed my eyes, trying to fall back asleep. But suddenly the mattress dipped beside me, and a familiar scent of pine enveloped me. I opened my eyes to hear a warm, magnetic voice: “You’re awake? Aren’t you going to celebrate my birthday?” I looked at that familiar yet strange handsome face. My nose tingled inexplicably, and my heart filled with grievance. Tears welled up in my eyes as I asked in a thick voice, “Why did you come back so late?” Alexander raised an eyebrow. “I got off work at 4:30 and came straight back. I’ve been waiting for you to wake up for almost two hours.” “I thought you weren’t coming back.” “Why wouldn’t I come back? Didn’t you say last time you had a surprise for me? Don’t tell me you didn’t prepare anything!” “Oh, I did prepare something.” I quickly got up and went to the living room to take the large cake I’d made out of the fridge. “Ta-da! I made this for you myself. Is it a good surprise?” I asked with a smile. “It looks great. You must have put a lot of effort into it.” “I did. So where’s my reward?” I pouted playfully. “I’ll have my secretary transfer a million dollars to your account, plus the deed to this apartment.” Hearing the unexpected gift of property, I couldn’t contain my excitement. But I had to act very sad. “Alexander, I don’t care about those things.” He gently cupped my face and kissed me. “But I care. I want to make it up to you.” We happily ate the cake together, then cuddled on the couch to watch TV. Alexander usually only ate a small piece of cake on his birthday, but today he surprisingly ate a lot. I rested my head on his lap. Looking up, I could see his perfect jawline. This man may not be a good man, but his looks were certainly top-tier among men. Thinking this, I touched my flat belly. My baby would surely grow up to be beautiful too. Alexander said he came home right after work. Did that mean he didn’t eat cake with Chloe? Could it be that he still cared for me? Thinking this, I couldn’t help calling his name. He was engrossed in the movie and just let out an indulgent “Mm?” without looking down. “If I got pregnant, would you want the baby?” “Are you pregnant?” He finally looked down, his large hand covering my belly as he gazed at me intently. I felt my heart race at the heat of his palm on my stomach. “No… I’m just saying if.” Alexander thought for a few seconds. “I don’t want children, and I don’t like them. But if there was one…” I listened intently, waiting for the rest of his sentence. But we were interrupted by a familiar ringtone. Alexander’s phone rang. He hesitated for a moment before answering. I faintly heard Chloe’s voice on the other end. My heart sank. Alexander’s tone remained very calm. He only spoke a few sentences before hanging up. I wondered if the two of them had a fight. Is that why Alexander came to me? Sure enough, after hanging up, Alexander said, “Sage, I need to go back to the family home for a bit. Don’t wait up for me tonight. Get some sleep.” I softly replied “Oh” and stared blankly at the door as it closed behind him. He was probably going to be with Chloe now.

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I had just won $5 million in the lottery, and my husband Frank was planning to buy us a mansion. But on the day we moved into our new home, his ex-girlfriend Lily suddenly showed up with a child, crying that her husband had died and they had nowhere to go. Frank was overcome with sympathy and immediately invited her to stay in our master bedroom. Suddenly, there was an extra person in our marital bed – his ex-girlfriend of seven years. I exploded in anger, but he accused me of being heartless: “You know she’s a poor widow now. How can you be so cruel as to let them live on the streets? When did you become so cold-hearted?” My usually kind mother-in-law also changed her tune: “I’ve heard that rich men all have four or five wives. My son is rich now, so he can afford to marry another woman. By order of arrival, it’s only fair for you to be the second wife!” Seeing my husband nodding in agreement, I called my lawyer. He thought I had given in and happily showed his ex around our new mansion. But he forgot – I was the one who won that $5 million. I’d rather donate all that money than let him use it to support his mistress!

Just after I got off the phone with my lawyer, Frank suddenly appeared behind me, trying to persuade me: “If it wasn’t for picking you up from work back then, how would I have missed Lily’s wedding and caused her to marry that short-lived bastard? Now that her husband is dead and she has a child to care for, isn’t she struggling? If I don’t take care of them, who will?” Listening to Frank’s nonsensical logic, I was in disbelief. “What’s the point of letting her stay in the master bedroom? Are the three of us going to sleep together? Why can’t they stay at a hotel? Why do they have to live here and make everyone uncomfortable?” Lily might be struggling with a child, but wasn’t I struggling too, taking care of his mother and our daughter? Frank narrowed his eyes impatiently: “Amber, why have you become so unreasonable? Lily and I are long over. If it wasn’t for her husband’s sudden death leaving her unable to pay rent, I wouldn’t have let her move in. Why are you always targeting her?” Lily and Frank had dated from high school through college, a seven-year relationship that ended due to long-distance work. Less than two months after their breakup, Lily married a rich old man. I met Frank at a bar where he was drowning his sorrows. I thought he was handsome and loyal, and I liked him. Later, we ran into each other at work. Feeling it was fate, I added him on SnapChat. As we got to know each other, he gradually moved past his heartbreak, and we had a whirlwind wedding. I remember on our wedding day, he declared in front of all our family and friends that I had saved him from despair and was the only love of his life. But now, Frank would rather make me cry than turn away Lily and her child. Clutching my chest, I took a deep breath and said: “Are you sure you want Lily to move in?” Frank hesitated for a moment before gritting his teeth: “It’s not like I’m making her my wife. Why are you so angry? That child calls me godfather, so I have a responsibility to take care of them. Besides, now that I have money, only I can give Lily happiness.” He ignored my increasingly upset expression, still sympathizing with another woman. “She’s a widow now. How can I not worry about her being alone outside with a child? Moreover, we just won the lottery so we can afford to support them. Lily even said she’s willing to do all the housework, cooking, and childcare. What more do you want?” Only love could make him care for her so much and pity her so deeply. Frank seemed to have arranged the household duties – he would work outside while she managed the home. And I, the lawful wife, felt like an outsider who didn’t belong. Faced with this, I was full of disappointment, but I didn’t know what to say. Seeing me lower my head in silence, Frank’s tone became harsher: “You know she’s a poor widow now. How can you be so vicious as to let them live on the streets? When did you become so cold-hearted?” I looked up in disbelief, only to meet his furious eyes. There was no imagined guilt or apology towards me, only endless anger and disgust. At that moment, my heart turned to ashes, and I spoke softly: “Fine, she can stay as long as she wants.” Hearing this, Frank was slightly stunned, then smiled and said: “See, if you had been more understanding from the start, we wouldn’t have argued for so long. Come help Lily with her luggage.” I shook my head and refused: “I wish you two a happy life together. I’ll be staying at my mom’s for now.” Frank’s face immediately darkened as he quickly stepped forward to block me. “What do you mean by that?” “What else could I mean? I’m no longer interested in you.” I took our four-year-old daughter’s hand and walked past him towards the stairs, but my mother-in-law suddenly appeared. She glared at me angrily: “You want to take my granddaughter back to your mother’s house and let people gossip about my son? You’re not going anywhere. Stay put at home like a good wife!” I snorted coldly: “You mean you want me to stay home and serve the mistress?”

My mother-in-law stared at me disapprovingly: “Don’t use such harsh words like ‘mistress’. If we’re going by who came first, you’re the mistress!” “Rich men all have four or five wives. My son is rich now, so why can’t he support another woman? Lily is prettier and better suited for social occasions. You can just stay home and do the housework for us.” I couldn’t help but laugh. Winning $5 million and suddenly they think they’re on par with the truly wealthy? What are you comparing yourself to, with that underdeveloped brain of yours? I mocked her loudly: “Oh yes, you may be ugly, but you sure have big dreams!” My mother-in-law immediately flew into a rage, pointing her finger at my nose and cursing: “How dare you speak to me like that, you ill-mannered brat! You’ve lived in this new house for so long and still don’t know how to cook or follow the rules. My son really has bad luck marrying you!” Frank silently walked to his mother’s side, glaring at me coldly. Like mother, like son – they were cut from the same cloth. I put my hands on my hips and said coldly: “Didn’t your new daughter-in-law say she’d take care of all the housework? Let her do it!” Lily, who had just entered, heard this and started crying as if she had suffered some great injustice, running into the kitchen sobbing. Seeing this, Frank immediately became anxious. “All of you, stop talking! I’m just letting Lily stay here temporarily to take care of her. Amber, can you stop being such a jealous woman and targeting her? We have a child together, are you afraid I’ll rekindle things with her?” “If I really couldn’t let her go, would I have let you bear my child?” Hearing this, I was stunned, my nose stinging with unshed tears. “Fine, let her stay comfortably. I’m leaving.” My mother-in-law heard this and glared at me again, full of anger: “You ungrateful wretch! Lily arrived yesterday and immediately had her child call me grandma. She even massaged my legs and shoulders to show her filial piety. Look at that mute daughter of yours who can’t even speak!” My daughter is not mute. When she was little, she got lost while out shopping with my mother-in-law due to her negligence. I searched for a day and a night before finding my daughter. She had been curled up asleep in a garbage bin. The police checked the security footage and found out my daughter had been clever enough to hide in the bin to escape from kidnappers when they weren’t paying attention. But due to the psychological trauma, my daughter became withdrawn and couldn’t speak. My mother-in-law felt very guilty afterwards and doted on my daughter even more. When the neighbor’s child just made a face at my daughter, my mother-in-law scolded them until they cried. But now, one “grandma” from an outsider was enough to make her change her attitude completely, speaking harshly to us. Looking at the obvious disgust on Frank and his mother’s faces, I couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes, yes, whoever wants to be the grandchild in this family can be. It has nothing to do with me anymore.” Frank wanted to have his cake and eat it too, but I had no intention of being his second wife. Whoever wanted to be a daughter-in-law in the Foster family could go ahead. As for me, I wouldn’t lower myself for such trash. Seeing my softened tone, Frank also lowered his voice to lecture me: “Look, if you take the child back to your mother’s house, won’t people gossip that I’m abusive or cheating? When your husband’s reputation is in tatters, will you be happy then?” I couldn’t help but sneer at Frank. Hadn’t he already cheated? Why keep up this pretense? But whenever I called Lily a mistress, he and his mother would act like proper people and accuse me of being narrow-minded and not understanding the rules. At this point, Frank took out his phone and transferred me $10,000, sighing: “I got a bit emotional earlier and shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. But aren’t you just making a fuss for some spending money? Now that I’ve given you money, I advise you to quit while you’re ahead and don’t push your luck.” “Also, control that jealousy of yours. Next time, I may not forgive you so easily.” In the past, whenever we argued, he would always end things by putting me down and then giving me money, saying he forgave me. I used to think that money not taken was wasted, so I wouldn’t make a big deal out of his provocations. But after marriage and having a child, he became increasingly overbearing towards me. Now I see that I should never have tolerated his repeated challenges and tests.

Ignoring Frank, I immediately picked up our child and headed downstairs, but Lily suddenly appeared at the front door. She had changed into a French maid outfit that accentuated her curves. She was proudly wielding a broom in front of me. The floor was indeed spotlessly clean. My mother-in-law was very satisfied with this sight and immediately clapped her hands in praise: “Lily is indeed beautiful and hardworking, unlike some women who don’t even know how to use a mop.” Lily gave Frank a flirtatious look and smiled shyly: “I just have a bit of OCD and always want to keep the house spotless, so the person I love can live comfortably.” Seeing her blocking the way, I pushed past her without changing my expression. “Excuse me, good dogs don’t block the road.” After all, some people who have been on their knees for too long find it hard to stand up straight. Seeing my harsh tone, my mother-in-law immediately showed her displeasure on her face. “Amber, look at how Lily has been cleaning since early morning, sweating profusely. You don’t even thank her for sharing the housework, and you keep humiliating her. You’re really a disgrace to us women!” Hearing this, I sneered: “She hasn’t paid me any rent or food expenses, and you expect me to be grateful just because she swept the floor? Is it your brain that’s not working properly, or have I gone crazy?” As soon as I finished speaking, Lily’s tears dropped to the ground with a plop. “I’m sorry… It’s just my bad luck that my husband… Frank, I should leave. I don’t want to cause misunderstandings with your wife.” Seeing Lily crying inconsolably, Frank immediately became furious: “That’s enough! Amber!” I rolled my eyes and shouted back: “Enough of what? This is just the beginning! I’m not the one who asked her to come to my house to sweep and do housework!” As soon as I finished speaking, my father-in-law suddenly rushed over and snatched the broom, throwing it to the ground: “What are you all arguing about!” The atmosphere instantly became tense. At this point, those three stood in a row, eyeing me – the outsider – like tigers watching their prey. From the moment Lily entered the house until now, they didn’t intervene when my mother-in-law was sarcastic towards me, nor when Frank yelled at me. But as soon as I raised my voice a little, they stepped in to stop me. When we got married, I gave Frank a car and a house as a dowry. My in-laws had repeatedly assured me that if Frank ever mistreated me, they would definitely teach him a lesson. They even told me to treat their home as my own and do whatever I wanted. But now, if you didn’t know better, you’d think they were a family of four! I snorted coldly, planning to send my daughter away first before dealing with this. Unexpectedly, Lily suddenly fell to her knees in front of me and said: “Amber, please don’t blame Mrs. Foster and Frank. If you must blame someone, blame me. It’s all my fault. If I wasn’t at my wit’s end, I would never have come to Frank’s house.” “I’ll take my child and leave now. We can sleep under a bridge if we have to. I don’t want to cause any more fights in your family.” Lily staggered to her feet, saying she would leave, but her body honestly leaned towards Frank. Frank made no effort to hide it, directly hugging her tightly from behind. “Amber, I really misjudged you. I’ve already said that Lily is just temporarily staying here with her child. You still want to drive them out to live on the streets? You’re a mother yourself, how can you not have any sympathy for them?” “If you want to vent your anger, vent it on me. What’s the point of bullying a widow and orphan?” Lily nestled in Frank’s arms with her back to him, her eyes full of undisguised triumph. Heh, Frank still hadn’t figured out who really couldn’t tolerate whom. My father-in-law chimed in: “Argue, argue, argue. You’ve been arguing non-stop since moving into the new house. You’ll scare away the God of Wealth at this rate!” Looking at the strangely united family in front of me, I couldn’t help but wonder if they would still be standing together so calmly without the $5 million I had won.

I nodded obediently at my father-in-law, pretending to be submissive. “Yes, Dad, you’re right. I don’t want to argue in front of the child either. But since there’s already a new daughter-in-law in the family, I’ll take my daughter to stay at my parents’ house for a few days.” The smugness in Lily’s eyes was about to overflow, but she still pretended to persuade me: “Sister, you can’t leave. How can I take care of Frank by myself if you go?” Frank was stunned for a moment, then looked at me impatiently: “What game are you playing now? Can’t you hear the child’s stomach growling with hunger? Hurry up and make dinner, and stop thinking about going back to your parents’ house to spite me!” I rolled my eyes, picked up my daughter, and walked towards our newly bought car. As I was leaving, I heard Lily cautiously advising Frank: “Sister loves you so much, how can you just let her leave like this?” Frank sneered coldly: “Don’t worry, she’ll come crawling back within three days. After all, she’s already fallen out with her family for my sake.” I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly to myself. This was the man who once couldn’t bear to leave my side even when I had a slight fever. Now he knows I might not even be able to enter my family’s house. Yet he still welcomes his ex-girlfriend into our new home on the very first day, letting me leave without a care. This was a blatant test of my obedience. If I stayed any longer, who knows how this family would order me around and torment me in the future. They might even make me serve the mistress during her pregnancy! So when you encounter a scumbag, run! Run as fast as you can! Soon, I had my daughter settled in the passenger seat and loaded my luggage into the car. Seeing this, Lily came over again to put on an act: “Amber, don’t be angry anymore. Just apologize to Frank and it will all blow over. Why bother going back to your parents’ house in such a sorry state?” Frank stood by arrogantly: “Amber, think it through carefully. You can still bring your luggage back into the house now. If you can’t get into your parents’ house and end up on the streets with our child, don’t come back begging me!” I completely ignored the nonsense from these two. Satisfied with my stubborn expression, Lily went back into the house. After loading the luggage, I opened the car door and sat in the driver’s seat. Suddenly, Frank blocked the car door with his hand, his face gloomy: “Amber! Don’t regret this.” I snorted coldly and slammed the car door shut, finally getting rid of him. The next second, Frank’s phone rang. He looked down and was instantly shocked. He started banging on my car window frantically. “Honey, which bank card did you deposit the lottery winnings into?”

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