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Click More Chapters š | A new mate? What? How? "Finally, we get to have a Luna after that letdown." My heart sank. That letdown was me. But Tomas was picking someone new? What about us? Our bond's not done, but itāll wreck me if he chooses someone else while I still got his mark. I couldnāt even look at my food anymore, and I walked out. I had to see if it was really true, or if those girls were just trying to mess with me since they knew I was listening. I stepped outside, the cold evening air biting my skin. I followed the crowd hurrying in one direction. There was Tomas, up on the big stage, facing a woman with bright red hair. Iād know that hair anywhere. His fangs were showing, and he looked ready to make it official. Just like the girls said, he was about to take a mate. And it was Flora. I turned and left fast. I couldnāt watch. But escaping wasnāt easy. I dropped to my knees, howling in agony as I felt our connection tearing apart. The last little thread between us snapped. For five years, he hadnāt tried to remove our mark, and I clung to a sliver of hope he'd take me back despite his coldness. I was so wrong. I crawled, my fingers clawing the earth, struggling to reach my room before I blacked out. It was the hardest thing Iāve ever done. The pain was intense, and my body was giving out, but I fought the darkness, desperate to reach the cold safety of my room. It felt like forever, but I finally made it. I had just closed the door when I collapsed, smacking my face on the floor. A sharp pain shot from my stomach to my groin. I rolled over, trying to kneel to ease the pain, but it just got worse. I screamed into the floor, my hands tearing at the dirt. "Help me," I cried over the link. I didnāt know who I was reaching out to, but I needed help. Yet, no one would come. They never did. I collapsed, agony ripping through me just as I passed out. When I woke up, the strong scent of blood hit me. Moving sent a sharp pain through my belly, and my thighs were sticky. I rolled onto my stomach, my fingers brushing my forehead. I gasped, seeing the blood on my hand. This wasnāt new to me, so I knew right away what was happening. Another miscarriage. My third in three years. I sobbed out loud. "I cried my heart out, it was like a soul-deep scream. "Why me?" I'd asked this a million times over the past five years. Why was all this crap happening to me? I lost my family and all my joy in one single night. Tomas didn't want me anymore. My family ditched me and my best friend turned into my worst nightmare. I cried till there were no tears left. I got up, threw on every piece of clothing I could find, and got out of there. The pack was too caught up partying for their new Luna to even see me. My folks were too busy celebrating. I barely made it to the river, peeled off all the bloody clothes and sheets. I stepped into the water, washed all the dirt away. Tried not to think about the baby I'd just lost. It hurt, sure, but nothing like the first time I lost a kid. That was brutal. This time, I didn't even know I was pregnant. After cleaning up, I just sat on the riverbank, didn't bother covering up. The cold was biting, but I ignored it. It was nothing compared to what I'd been through. My mind kept going over today's disasters. I felt like crying again but I stopped myself. I was sick of living like this. Pathetic, at the mercy of all the other wolves, treated like dirt. I couldn't do this anymore. I was totally over it. "You should go," someone said from behind. I spun around. Didn't bother covering up because he'd seen it all before. "Here, wear this," he tossed some clothes at me. I dressed slowly. "Get out. If you wanna stay alive." I'd thought about it loads. "Where would I go?" That was always the sticking point. A black wolf was bad news everywhere. Who's to say it wouldn't be even worse than here? "Anywhere but here," I looked at Gideon hard, but he looked away. He walked off, then came back with a bag. "Here's some basic stuff. Take it and go. Save yourself." "Why?" He gave me a weird look. "Why are you helping me?" I asked, real curious. Gideon had always hated me, made it crystal clear. But since finding out I was a black wolf, he'd been the only one kinda nice to me. He didn't chat or comfort me, but he'd leave ointments for my cuts and bruises. Fresh clothes when I was left with nothing. "You'll find out one day. Now go." "Thanks," I said, meaning it, trying hard not to cry. I grabbed the bag and started walking away. I could hear him following closely behind me. After a short while, I saw the border. I turned away, jumping over the border. I felt the bonds breaking and my connection with the pack was severed. There was a pounding in my head and I wobbled on my feet. This was nothing compared to what I had felt earlier. A chuckle escaped me and then it turned into full-blown laughter, which soon became crying. It wasnāt because I was in pain or hurt or anything bad. It was a cry of joy, of relief, of unexplainable happiness. I was finally free. My joy didnāt last long because I heard a howl, one so powerful it shook the ground. I knew instantly whose howl it was. I had to get away but knew I couldnāt outrun him. There was only one option: to shift into my wolf form. I had forgotten what it felt like. Since that day five years ago, I had been forbidden from shifting into my wolf. No one wanted a constant reminder that there was bad luck among them. Since the alpha didnāt want to kill me, the next best thing was to forbid me from shifting. Another howl echoed in the dark, much closer this time. I urged my wolf forward and the shift began. My bones cracked and I screamed in pain. It was the most horrible thing I had ever experienced, but the result made me forget the pain. I was in my wolf form. I quickly grabbed my bag in my jaw and tried to run. I stumbled over my legs, not used to running on four legs. I picked myself up, took slow steps forward, and then I was running through the night. The sound of paws pounding the ground and bushes rustling behind me reminded me that I was being chased. There was nothing to do but keep running. If he caught me, I would be forced to relive h*ell. I pushed myself harder, the wind rushing in my ears as I continued to speed up. I didnāt know if I had crossed into another territory or if I was still in neutral ground, but one thing was clear: I was in danger. If any of the packs spotted me, a black wolf, Tomas would be the least of my worries. Confused about what to do next, I stopped. I scanned the surroundings and saw hilly rocks in the distance. I had never been to this part of the kingdom. I jumped over branches and my paws hit the hard ground. I pushed through until I saw caves. The darkness at the entrance scared me, but thinking about Tomas, I rushed inside. I stubbed my paw on a rock I hadn't seen in my haste and winced. Luckily, there was no blood because that would've been a dead giveaway. I navigated the hallways as the cave grew darker. "Where are you bi*-tch?" I heard Tomas's angry shout and froze. He was here? He'd seen me enter? Then he'd definitely find me. I edged closer to the wall, pressing myself against it. I thought about turning back into my human form but quickly scrapped that idea. I stayed glued to the wall, my heart pounding in my chest. "Youāre gonna regret running off, you sl*ut. I'll make you regret it. I'll let all the warriors have a turn with you. Youāll freaking regret it. Just come out now," he yelled, frustrated. āDonāt let him find me. Donāt let him find me,ā I repeated in my head like a mantra. "Come out, Ione. Baby," his voice softened, like it was back when we first met, before I shifted, before everything changed. It was also the first time he'd called me by my name. My heart softened, and the eighteen-year-old me who loved him wholeheartedly showed up. His words swayed her, and she wanted to step out. "Just come out, baby. Let's go home together," he cooed again. My heart fluttered at his gentle tone. 'He still loves us. Heās just upset that youāre a black wolf and you guys canāt be together,' a voice in my head rationalized. 'Letās go out,' the voice encouraged. No. He didnāt mean any of it. He was just being his usual manipulative jerk self. He didnāt care about us, and he definitely didnāt love us. "Iāve asked nicely and you donāt wanna come out. I know you're here and I'll find you. And when I do, youāll freaking hate yourself. You better come out now, or Iāll give you a light punishment, wh*re," he sneered. That was really him, showing his true colors. Thank goodness I didn't fall for his fake kindness and revealed my true self to him. "I'll find you," he snarled, and then I heard his footsteps fading away. I let myself change and ended up sitting naked against the cave wall. He'd be back for sure. But I'd be long gone by then. Still, it was weird he couldnāt sniff me out. I didn't dwell on it though. I grabbed a long dress from the bag Gideon had packed and sneaked out of the cave. No one was around. Not sure where to head, I went around the cave and took the dry path behind it. I ran fast, my heart slamming against my ribs until I felt safe enough to slow to a walk. I walked and walked, hours passing until the sun set, but all I saw were bushes and the occasional cave. My eyes were drooping and my body felt super weak. I needed to crash and sleep. But the fear of Tomas finding me kept me going. I kept moving until my legs wouldnāt carry me anymore. I saw a cave in the distance and decided to crash there. The steps were steep and I climbed them with a struggle. I breathed out in relief when I got to the entrance. I staggered, shutting my eyes tight to steady myself. I dragged myself into the cave and flopped to the ground. I set the bag next to me and leaned against the wall. I was just closing my eyes when a noise jolted me awake. Panic shot through me and I snapped my eyes open, alert. 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šAttention! Do not read in publicļ¼š | The clearing of a throat makes me jump. I thought I was alone. Leaning forward, I see a handsome man sitting in a chair. A foot propped up on his knee as he nurses a glass of alcohol. His short hair is dark and his eyes are a deep crimson colour, that donāt quite look right. They suddenly shift to me and I throw myself back against the door. Shrinking down to the ground. āIs this the way you greet all Alphaās?ā His deep voice rumbles through the room, an edge of amusement to his tone. āIām sorry.ā I whisper, getting to my feet. āIā¦I thought I was alone.ā I had no idea who he was but I could feel the power radiating off of him, even without my Wolf. āCome forward.ā He orders. Alpha Trey was going to kill me. I do as Iām told. Allowing him to see me properly and I am met with narrowed crimson eyes. I close my own eyes, expecting the worst. āYou smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?ā My head moved up and down, though I couldnāt tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they discovered the truth about me. āI would prefer it if you spoke to me.ā He growls, āIām not in the mood to play games.ā āYes.ā I whisper. āI amā¦I am a Wolf.ā I couldnāt help but think of all the punishments I was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? I wasnāt sure how much more my body could take. āHow is it possible for you to not know I was in the room? You should have scented me.ā āIā¦..ā I hated the question. āI havenāt got all day!ā He takes a swig from his drink. I knew why I couldnāt scent him. I knew why I hadnāt been aware of his presence, but telling people why was not something I ever liked to do. They never hear my side of the story. All they do is accept Alpha Trey's word as the truth. āYou should open your eyes when you are talking to someone. Has your Alpha not taught you anything?ā His deep voice sends a shiver through me. Slowly, I open my eyes and lower them. There was no way I was making direct eye contact. āMy Wolf abilities were bound.ā āWhy?ā If this is the Alpha that my brother is supposed to be meeting with, I knew I could screw everything up for him by saying too much. āIt was a punishment.ā āFor what?ā āFor killing my parents.ā | LEARN_MORE | https://wwwedb.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=11782&u | New world publications | https://www.facebook.com/61557831245498/ | 22 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | wwwedb.com | DCO | https://wwwedb.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=11782&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}} | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/447959759_1311554859802432_4227718076479884991_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=piyQp8alXg4Q7kNvgFRSbi-&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AA8P64T1Bm9XeKGWWt69Xwj&oh=00_AYAph8E2Gg9cBNEWOHMzpObbYdotqNYdc2GkXgtvt5cuTg&oe=6707A01D | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | New world publications | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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šAttention! Do not read in publicļ¼š | "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Carissa Sinclair stared at the hypocritical man before her, his heartfelt promises still echoing in her ears. At the time of her husband's departure for battle, she used her dowry to support the household and care for her in-laws. In the end, however, she was met with betrayal; Barrett Warren used his military achievements to request the king's permission to take another legitimate wife, placing her on equal footing with him. She was the Marquis of Northwatch's daughter, and she herself was also highly skilled in martial arts. After her family was destroyed, she had no choice but to marry a good husband as her mother had wished, learning to be obedient and manage household affairs to put her mother at ease. But the man before her was no virtuous partner. Barrett's handsome face bore a hint of apology, yet his words were resolute, "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for this marriage. Aurora will be joining our household. There's no question about it." Despite feeling a mix of disgust and unwillingness, she still asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict. Besides, Aurora is straightforward, cheerful, and lovable. She visited my mother a while ago." They agreed? Hah... How ironic! All her sincere efforts over the past year turned out to be feeding a dog. "Carissa, when I married you, I didn't understand love. I thought you were a suitable match for a wife until I met Rory." Talking about the woman he loved, his eyes softened and filled with deep affection. He turned back to Carissa and added, "She's unlike any woman I've ever met. I love her deeply. I hope you'll agree to this." Carissa curled her lips in a faint smile; beneath her seemingly teary eyes gleamed a sharp, fierce determination, "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need for that. Carissa, she's different from any woman you know. She's a general, and she's above the usual household squabbles. She wouldn't want to meet you," Barrett refused instantly. Carissa retorted, "What kind of women do I know? What kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of a noble family. My father and my six brothers died on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That's them," Barrett interrupted. "But you're a delicate woman suited for the comforts of home. Aurora has no respect for such women. She's straightforward and unrestrained. If she meets you, she might say things you won't like. Why put yourself through that?" As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under the corner of her eye became more evident in the light. She calmly said, "It's fine. If she says anything unpleasant, I'll ignore it. Understanding the bigger picture and acting with dignity are essential virtues for any matriarch. Don't you trust me?" Barrett sighed in frustration. "Why put yourself through this? There was a royal edict for this marriage. Even when Aurora moves in, you'll be in separate wings. She won't compete with you for control of the household. She doesn't care about those things." "Do you really think I'm attached to managing this household?" Carissa countered. Running this mansion was no easy task. Just the monthly medicine for Barrett's mother cost dozens of silver coins. Then, there was food, clothing, and social obligationsāall these things required money. This household was practically a hollow shell. Over the past year, Carissa had used much of her dowry to keep things running. And this was her reward. "Enough, I won't argue with you. I just needed to inform you. Whether you agree or not changes nothing," said Barrett, his patience wearing thin. Carissa watched him leave in a huff, feeling even more the irony in her heart. "My lady, my lord was too much!" said Lulu, Carissa's maid, wiping her tears away. "Don't call him that!" Carissa gave her a stern look. "We never consummated the marriage. He's not your lord." "Help me get ready; we're going to the royal palace." "What do we need to go to the royal palace for... Oh! Are you asking the king to revoke the decree?" Lulu asked innocently, tilting her head. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. "Silly girl, is it worth it for us to continue wasting our youth on someone like that?" Lulu covered her forehead and exclaimed, "Then why are we going to the palace?" "Of course, to seek a decree for divorce." Barrett Warren could leverage his achievements to request a marriage from the king, and she, Carissa Sinclair, could also use the military merits of the Marquis' family of Northwatch to request an edict for an amicable divorce. Since her husband's heart no longer belongs to her, why should she cling on? As for the substantial dowry she had given over the years, there's no reason to let this heartless family benefit from it for free. She will reclaim every single cent. 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šAttention! Do not read in publicļ¼š | āWhere the f-k is she?ā I hear the Beta scream. Oh no, my ex-mate Beta Kyle is looking for me and trying to torture me again. I groan and get to my feet, grabbing the cleaning basket and taking it with me. The moment Beta Kyle sees me, he strides towards me and his hand slices against my cheek. It hurts more than usual but still, I don't make sound. Years of experience has taught me to do so. āAlpha Trey and I are expecting company and you still have not cleaned the office like you were askedd.ā Beta Kyle spits at me. I nod my head and my hand tightens on the cleaning basket. If I could just find the courage to swing it at his head, it would make my day. āWe are trying to make a good impression on Alpha Dane. Do you not understand how important it is for us to join ourselves with his pack?!ā I donāt answer and keep my eyes low. I know it's a trick, to try and get me to say something so that he can give himself a reason to punish me. Alpha Dane, I had only ever heard rumours about him. He was a ruthless man, a Wolf feared by others. He didnāt mess around and he had the largest pack. āHe is the Alpha of Black Shadow, the biggest pack in the world, we need him!ā Beta Kyle continues. He places his hands on my shoulders, digging his nails into my thinning skin and turns me around, kicking me in the back as he shoves me towards the office. āUseless f-king Wolf.ā He mutters as he moves away. Quietly closing the door, I lean back against the door, observing the already clean office. There was nothing out of place, it looked perfectly fine for a meeting. Closing my eyes, I slide down to the floor. I hated this house. I thought I could finally escape when I turned eighteen, but four years later, here I still am, a slave in my own home. Doing all the dirty tasks for my brother, Alpha Trey and the pack. While my ex mate, Beta Kyle waltzes around reminding me of how worthless I am. Someone clears their throat and I freeze, I thought I was alone. Leaning forward, I see a handsome man sitting in a chair, just around the corner. A foot propped up on his knee as he nurses a glass of drink. His short hair is dark and his eyes are a deep crimson colour, that donāt quite look right. They suddenly shift to me and I throw myself back against the door as my heart pounded. āIs this the way you greet all Alphaās?ā His deep voice rumbles through the room, an edge of amusement to his tone. āIām sorry.ā I whisper, getting to my feet. āIā¦I thought I was alone.ā I had no idea who he was but I could feel the power radiating off of him, even without my Wolf. āCome forward.ā He orders and I already feel a lump forming in my throat. Alpha Trey was going to kill me. I do as Iām told, allowing him to see me properly and I am met with narrowed crimson eyes. I close my eyes, expecting the worst. āYou smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?ā I nod, though I couldnāt tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they found out about me. āI would prefer it if you spoke to me.ā He growls, āIām not in the mood to play games.ā āYes.ā I whisper. I couldnāt help but think of all the punishments I was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? I wasnāt sure how much more my body could take. āHow is it possible for you to not know I was in the room? You should have scented me.ā āIā¦..ā I hated the question. āSpit it out, I havenāt got all day!ā He takes a swig from his drink. I knew why I couldnāt scent him. I knew why I hadnāt been aware of his presence, but telling people why was not something I ever wanted or liked to do. They never let me tell my side of the story. All they do is accept Alpha Trey's word as the truth. āYou should open your eyes when you are talking to someone. Has your Alpha not taught you anything?ā His deep voice sends a shiver through me. Slowly, I open my eyes and lower them, there was no way I was making eye contact. āMy Wolf abilities were bound,ā I mutter. He leans forward, I could feel him staring at me, āWhy would someone do that?ā If this is the Alpha that my brother is supposed to be meeting with, I knew I could screw everything up for him by saying too much. āIt was a punishment.ā I whisper. It wasnāt far from the entire truth but it was the simplest answer I could give. Thereās a twitch in his cheek. Was he angry to hear of such a punishment? Or maybe, just like the others, he was amused by it. I couldnāt tell. The door swings open and my brother screeches at me āNeah, what the heck are you doing in my office?ā He turns to the crimson eyed man. āI am so sorry that my sister is bothering you, Alpha Dane.ā Crap, it was him. My brother spins around, his hand stretching out to hit me. I close my eyes, bracing myself, ready to feel the burn. āI wouldnāt do that if I were you.ā Alpha Daneās voice rumbles through the room. Peeking through slits, I see Alpha Dane has risen to his feet, his hand coiled around my brother's wrist. He was taller than my brother, more muscle too. āNeah,ā My name rolls off of his tongue, āwas kindly showing me to your office, Alpha Trey, as you failed to meet me at the front of your house like I requested.ā What? I had no idea what he was talking about. And he had no reason to lie for me. My brother glares at me, clenching his jaw tight. I was going to pay for this later. I would have to try and steal some food. āGo and get Beta Kyle.ā Alpha Trey seethes. āTell him that our guest is here.ā I nod my head and hurry from the room, the last thing I wanted was to be caught between bickering men. āBeta Kyle,ā I whisper as I enter the dining hall. He instantly glares at me with his dark eyes. I had spoken without being spoken to. āAlpha Trey is in the office with Alpha Dane. I was sent to inform you.ā He slams the newspaper down on the table and glares at me as he walks by. āYouāre lucky that the Alpha sent you to get me, otherwise you wouldn't be seeing sunlight for a few days.ā Pausing behind me, he yanks my head back, locking his fingers in my hair, leaning in close to me, I feel his hot breath on my skin. He doesnāt speak, it was just his way of proving that he could do what he wants when he wants. I try to keep myself busy so I can stay as far away from the office as possible. My peace doesnāt last long when I hear my brother calling out to me. Quietly, I pad towards the office and plaster a smile on my face as I open the door. āNeah, go get the champagne and some glasses, we are celebrating.ā I bow my head and hurry to the drinks cabinet. Quickly finding what my brother has asked for. As I re-enter the office, I can feel Alpha Dane watching my every move, even the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. No one ever watches me this closely. āNeah is your sister, correct?ā Alpha Dane questions my brother. āShe is.ā Alpha Trey mutters with disgust. He looks away from me to focus on the man asking questions. āWhy do you treat her like shit?ā Straight to the point, my brother wouldnāt like that. He only liked sharing information on his terms. No one had spoken to my brother about his treatment of me because everyone took great joy in beating me. I didnāt know what to do. I couldnāt move but I knew I had to get out of there. If this deal goes to pot because of me, then that would be my fault too. āNeah was responsible for our parents' death.ā Alpha Trey spits. I closed my eyes, battling back the tears that were threatening to break free. āResponsible how?ā Alpha Daneās voice rumbles through me. He was definitely angry. āShe served them Wolfsbane.ā Donāt make a sound. Donāt make a sound. I knew Alpha Dane was studying me. They all did, no one could ever quite believe how someone could do something so disgusting as poisoning their own parents. I stood there, with my head hanging low, wishing for the ground to open up and suck me in. There are movements around me. He was standing directly in front of me. With a rough finger he tilts my face up towards his, forcing me to look at him. Slowly, his hand latches onto my throat but he doesnāt squeeze. āYou poisoned your parents?ā āI was six.ā I splutter. āI just made them lemonade.ā My voice comes out all squeaky as I try to defend myself. I could barely remember my parents, but I could remember all the guilt I had been made to feel since that day. His crimson eyes flash to my brothers. āHardly seems fair to blame a six year old.ā āA six year old should know the difference between plants.ā Alpha Trey snaps āSounds to me like she was set up.ā Alpha Dane shrugs his shoulders, letting go of my throat. āYou werenāt there, Alpha Dane.ā My brother muttered through gritted teeth as his eyes narrowed to slits. āI didnāt ask you here to talk about my slave!ā Alpha Dane grabs his leather jacket from the chair. Unlike other Alphaās he seemed to dress more casually. A simple black tee and jeans covered his huge frame. And unlike other Alphaās, his arms are bare of tattoos, not a single bit of ink poked out anywhere. āYouāre right and now I have a few things to mull over.ā āI thought we agreed.ā My brother exclaims. āNothing has been signed. Now I will show myself out.ā The moment he is out of the office, both my brother and Beta Kyle round on me. āWhat the f-k did you say to him?ā My brother demands, slamming a hand into my stomach. āN..nothing. Well, he just asked me why I smelled funny.ā āDid you tell him?ā Beta Kyle demands. He was practically spitting in my face. I hated him. I hated him so much that I had vowed to one day get my revenge and rip his stomach out through his mouth. āWELL?ā My brother yells when I donāt immediately respond and smacks me across the side of the head. My head involuntarily moves up and down. āBut I didnāt say it was you.ā I tried to sound strong and confident but it just comes out as a whisper. My brother's hand locks into my black hair as he yanks my head back, sending a shooting pain through my skull. āIf you have ruined this, you wonāt see daylight again.ā He drags me by my hair from the office and down the hallway towards the basement door. āPleaseā¦.ā I beg. āHe was an Alphaā¦Iā¦ I had to answer him.ā My cheeks burn with my tears as he flings the door open. On the other side of the door is Alpha Dane. He is leaning against the wall with his arms folded, staring out at us. My brother's hand falls from my hair, relieving the pressure on the back of my skull. āAlpha Dane, I thought you had left.ā Alpha Trey murmurs angrily. āI said I would show myself out. I thought I had found the door, but instead I find a basement, riddled in your sister's strange scent. Is this how you treat your family?ā āAs I said,ā my brother holds his ground, āShe is responsible for the death of my parents, so yes, this is what she deserves.ā āYou should keep your nose out of other packs' business!ā Beta Kyle adds. Alpha Dane laughs. āIf I agree to this deal, everything about your business becomes my business. So tell me, what would your punishment be for her? No food, locked away for a week, beatings?ā āWe donātā¦.ā āReally?ā He cocks a brow, āYou really expect me to believe that you would have just let her sleep? I have already stopped you from hitting her once. " My brother and Beta Kyle fell silent. I peer through slits to see his crimson eyes on me. There was no reason for him to defend me and yet he was. I was a nobody, no one special. Just who everyone called a traitor. Only instead of being given a death sentence, my brother had decided to make me spend my life suffering. āI have a proposition for you, Alpha Trey.ā Alpha Dane is smirking at my brother. āWe have already agreed on terms.ā āWell, Iām adding one. And if you donāt agree, you will not get my help. Instead, you will become my enemy. And we both know, you donāt want that.ā āI take it that your new terms have something to do with her?ā Alpha Trey mutters through clenched teeth. āYou would be correct. Let me take her away to my pack and then you, Trey will have a deal.ā Me? Why would he want me? As my brother and his Beta discuss me, Alpha Dane is still studying me. His look made me nervous. What could someone like him possibly want with me? āDeal.ā Alpha Trey sticks out his hand for Alpha Dane to shake. He doesnāt take it, instead his crimson eyes shift from me to my brother. āI will have paperwork drawn up and will return tomorrow.ā He reaches a hand out and cups my face, āEnsure you have everything packed.ā He drags his thumb across my bottom lip and strides to the opposite end of the hallway and straight to the front door. He knew exactly where the front door was, so what was he up to? He pauses at the door. āIf I find out any one of you has laid a hand on her. The contract will be the last thing you need to worry about.ā He struts out, slamming the door behind him. Seeing Alpha Dane walking out of the door, my brother immediately grabs me by the collar. "You think you're going to lead a good life if you follow Alpha Dane out of here? Don't be naive!" He continues in a vicious voice. 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šAttention! Do not read in publicļ¼š | The clearing of a throat makes me jump. I thought I was alone. Leaning forward, I see a handsome man sitting in a chair. A foot propped up on his knee as he nurses a glass of alcohol. His short hair is dark and his eyes are a deep crimson colour, that donāt quite look right. They suddenly shift to me and I throw myself back against the door. Shrinking down to the ground. āIs this the way you greet all Alphaās?ā His deep voice rumbles through the room, an edge of amusement to his tone. āIām sorry.ā I whisper, getting to my feet. āIā¦I thought I was alone.ā I had no idea who he was but I could feel the power radiating off of him, even without my Wolf. āCome forward.ā He orders. Alpha Trey was going to kill me. I do as Iām told. Allowing him to see me properly and I am met with narrowed crimson eyes. I close my own eyes, expecting the worst. āYou smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?ā My head moved up and down, though I couldnāt tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they discovered the truth about me. āI would prefer it if you spoke to me.ā He growls, āIām not in the mood to play games.ā āYes.ā I whisper. āI amā¦I am a Wolf.ā I couldnāt help but think of all the punishments I was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? I wasnāt sure how much more my body could take. āHow is it possible for you to not know I was in the room? You should have scented me.ā āIā¦..ā I hated the question. āI havenāt got all day!ā He takes a swig from his drink. I knew why I couldnāt scent him. I knew why I hadnāt been aware of his presence, but telling people why was not something I ever liked to do. They never hear my side of the story. All they do is accept Alpha Trey's word as the truth. āYou should open your eyes when you are talking to someone. Has your Alpha not taught you anything?ā His deep voice sends a shiver through me. Slowly, I open my eyes and lower them. There was no way I was making direct eye contact. āMy Wolf abilities were bound.ā āWhy?ā If this is the Alpha that my brother is supposed to be meeting with, I knew I could screw everything up for him by saying too much. āIt was a punishment.ā āFor what?ā āFor killing my parents.ā | LEARN_MORE | https://wwwedb.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=11782&u | New world publications | https://www.facebook.com/61557831245498/ | 22 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | wwwedb.com | DCO | https://wwwedb.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=11782&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}} | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/447959759_1311554859802432_4227718076479884991_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=piyQp8alXg4Q7kNvgFRSbi-&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ACvPFAquC7Ob1sJ_aBPk78f&oh=00_AYC3mvNs0g7eYTpnO6CwYYN-16liU3A93yxrDuBSGdHnnA&oe=6707A01D | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | New world publications | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2024-10-05 20:13 | active | 1583 | 0 | šRead the next chaptersš | Chapter 1: PROLOGUE: Our three-year marriage is facing many challenges, and growing up as an orphan, who am I to expect anything better? My husband, Carter Whitlock, is everything Iāve ever dreamed of. Strong, kind, and fiercely devoted, heās swept me off my feet from the moment we first met. In his arms, Iāve found solace and belonging. My mother-in-law, Elmyra, always has a disapproving gaze thatās never far from my side. The other members of the Whitlock family, too, seem to regard me with suspicion and disdain, as if Iām an interloper in their midst. I long to earn their acceptance, to prove myself worthy of their family name. Each day, I strive to be the perfect wife for Carter, tending to his needs with care and devotion. Yet no matter how hard I try, it seems as though I can never quite measure up to their expectations. Even so, a sense of determination always stirs within me. I wonāt be cowed by their judgment, nor wonāt I allow their harsh words to dim the light of my love for Carter. I'll be strong and unwavering in my resolve, and Iāll make my husband proud. ------ Hazelās POV I have an unbelievable secret that I canāt wait to tell my husband. With our three year anniversary coming up, itās about time we make our family complete. I hear the rumors being spread about me by his relatives; the whisper that Iām barren. I look down at the little pink plus sign on the test and I smile. Itās all going to change now. Carter will be so happy when I tell him. When I first met Carter at college, I had just stepped out of the campus coffee shop and a cyclist almost ran me over. Carter stepped in and grabbed me out of harmās way. I instantly felt butterflies in my stomach. He has been my hero from the very beginning. He is the city's most famous bachelor. and an incredibly rich man. I never thought he would be interested in someone like me. I had nothing to give him. Because of that, I have always felt inferior to him in our marriage. Not everyone approved of the marriage from the beginning. The house staff is respectful, but I think itās only because I am the mistress. Not because they think I deserve it. I see the judgment in their eyes when they look at me. Both my mother-in-law and sisters-in-law are constantly making comments about my appearance. They love to remind me that I represent the formidable Whitlock family. As if my looks and the way I dress will forever stain their familyās image. I wasnāt even allowed to make any decisions on my own wedding. I tried to pick out the flowers and I was told my taste was ātoo simpleā for a wedding to the most nobel family. I have also been told on several occasions that I should be āseen and not heardā during family meetings. Nobody trusts my opinion, let alone asks for it. Carterās mother, Elmyra, has always been distant and indifferent to me. She treats me like an outcast and every time she approaches me I get nervous. Her hair is always perfectly done up; her makeup and clothes flawless. She is an intimidating woman and she often makes me feel small. She knows exactly what to say to cut deeply too. āI suppose you are happy riding my sonās coat tails the rest of your life? What purpose do you serve if you canāt give him an heir?ā āItās probably for the best, dear. As an orphan, you wouldnāt know the first thing about being a mother anyway.ā āI donāt know what my son was thinking when he decided to marry you. You arenāt strong enough to be the lady of this family.ā But I know I can rely on Carter to protect me from her harsh words and actions when heās around. He even defends me against his mother when she is hard on me. āI know you want to be a grandmother mom, but Hazel and I are happy. We will have a child when we are ready.ā Then he turns to me and kisses me on the forehead. I donāt know why Elmyra hates me so much. It makes me feel bad about myself, like I will never be good enough for her son. But, from now on, everything is going to change. Even Elmyra will have to start treating me better once she hears the news. I have a husband who adores me, a beautiful home and now, after years of trying, a new addition on the way to make our family complete. Me, an orphan, finally getting a real family to call her own. Just then Carter walks out of the bedroom looking as handsome as ever with his dark blonde hair, piercing blue eyes and chiseled jaw. āMorning, babe. Whatās for breakfast?ā Carter asks as he strolls into the kitchen. He kisses me on the cheek and lightly squeezes my wrist as he walks past me to get his coffee. āEggs and bacon,ā I reply with a giggle. We eat our breakfast in companionable silence. I cherish every moment alone with my husband. I donāt care what his mother or his other relatives think. I just want his approval. The one person who has truly loved me and been there for me in my life. While Iām standing at the sink washing dishes, I feel a presence behind me suddenly. Something cold and heavy is placed on my heart. I look down at the most beautiful diamond necklace Iāve ever seen. It has a big cushion cut stone in the center and smaller stones wrapping up the sides of the necklace. āCarter! What is this for?ā I ask breathlessly. āFor being so beautiful,ā he replies. He leads me over to a mirror on the wall and I gasp in surprise. āItās stunning,ā I say in awe. āTonight Iād like you to wear it to dinner with that short black dress I like. And, when we get back Iād like you to wear only this,ā he says suggestively. āYes, sir,ā I say softly. I tip my head back to allow him access to my lips. He kisses me deeply and caresses my body and I lean into him. āI wish I could stay in bed all day with you, but this meeting is important,ā he moans and steps back. āI will be waiting for you,ā I say with a coy look. āWhat would I do without you? You are the love of my life,ā he replies. He gives me another quick kiss and then heās headed towards the door. I sigh happily, thinking about how much Iām going to miss him today. We had already planned on going out to dinner, but now it's going to be special. I will tell him Iām with child tonight and surprise him. Out of the blue, my phone rings. I see that itās my best friend, Lillian. Iāve been so focused on being the perfect wife for Carter that Iāve lost touch with many of my friends. But Lilian is different. She knows everything about Carter and me. She knows how my mother-in-law and the other family members treat me. She has always been there for me. She knows what to say to make me feel better about anything. -[āHi, Hazel. How are you?ā]- she asks. āIām doing ok,ā I say. -[āYour voice doesnāt sound ok. Spill it.ā]- āItās nothing, just had a visit from Elmyra.ā -[āYou really shouldnāt put up with her crap, Hazel. Talk to Carter about it, maybe he can get her to lay off.ā]- āI appreciate that but I think that will just make me look weak to her. Sheās a complicated woman,ā I say. -[āSheās a shrew,ā]- Lillianās sarcasm makes me laugh. āSpeaking of which, I have to get ready for this afternoon tea so she doesnāt have my head. Talk later?ā I ask. -[āSo youāll be gone all afternoon?ā]- āYes, unfortunately. These ladies love to drone on about family traditions,ā I reply and then add, āWhy, do you need something?ā -[āNo, Iām ok. I was going to ask you to lunch but another time. Iām always here for you Hazel so if it gets too much give me a call.ā]- āThank you. You are such a great friend,ā I reply warmly. I hang up with Lillian and feel a pang of regret. Iām going to make it a priority to dedicate more time to our friendship. My day is over quickly. The tea goes very well and I decide to head home early. Usually, Iād follow the women back to Elmyra's house for dinner. I always want to be part of them. But this time, Iām very tired. I walk into our apartment and set my bag on the counter. I hum to myself, excited about seeing Carter soon. I start to walk into the kitchen when I hear a noise. It sounds like a moan. I stop what Iām doing instantly. Fear creeps up my spine. I make my way back towards the sound and I hear it again. Then I hear a bang noise and I almost jump out of my skin. My heart is pounding and my legs feel shaky. Something is wrong. I know it in my gut. I start to push the door open slowly and it makes a small creaking sound. What I see makes me gasp. A woman is grinding on top of Carter and heās moaning. He grabs her groin and looks up at her adoringly. I feel like someone has just ripped my heart out. My breathing becomes erratic. I start to panic. My knees feel like jello. I clutch the door frame for support. How could he do this to me?! This man who said I was the love of his life just this morning! This man who gave me a beautiful necklace and told me he hated leaving me! Just then, the woman turns to me with an evil grin. Like sheās enjoying making me watch in horror. I canāt believe my own eyes. I draw shaky breaths as tears fall down my face. My heart pounds mercilessly as I lock eyes with Carterāthe man Iāve once loved, now a mere stranger before me. Everything I thought I knew about my husband. About my life. Destroyed in an instant. The sight before me shocks me to my core. Lillian and Carter. In our bed. Making love. Chapter 2: The man who says he loves me in the morning is now making love with my best friend. Carter's hands roam over Lillian's underdressed body, his lips trailing feverish kisses along her neck, while Lillian's laughter echoes in the room like a cruel taunt. My throat constricts. I want to curse, to scream, to lash out at them with every ounce of fury burning inside me. But my voice fails me, lost in a desert of despair. Finally, Carter and Lillian notice my presence, their affection abruptly extinguished like a candle snuffed out by a gust of wind. My tears fall unchecked now, hot and bitter against my cheeks. Carter scrambles to his feet, hastily pulling on his clothes. āWhy are you here?ā he asks. Lillian remains on the bed, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips, her gaze cold and calculating. She revels in my agony, relishing the destruction she has wrought. āItās not what you think it is,ā Carter says. My heart shatters into a million jagged pieces. I need to get out of here! I clutch at my ventricle, willing my heart to keep beating. Carter catches up to me, his hand reaching out to touch my arm, but I recoil from his touch as if burned. "Hazel, letās talk," he demands, his voice raw with emotion. But I shake my head, my resolve hardening with each passing moment. āTalk about what?ā My voice is a mere ghost of its former strength. āAbout how you slept with my best friend behind my back?ā Now, I'm left shattered, questioning every moment of intimacy with Carter, every laugh shared with Lillian. Was it all a facade, a cruel illusion of love and friendship? The pain is unbearable, the disbelief suffocating! I make it back to our house after a hazy drive. I ascend to the master bedroom, my movements fueled by a desperate need to escape. With trembling hands, I begin to pull out my clothes and belongings from the cabinets and drawers, stuffing them haphazardly into a suitcase. I donāt care how messy it looks, donāt care about anything except getting away from all of it! "Whatās gotten into you this time?" Elmyra calls out, breaking through the haze of my grief. I turn to her, standing in the doorway, her eyes narrowed, her jaw clenched. Her aura exudes mockery and arrogance. I manage to choke out, "Iām leaving." Elmyra hisses, as if wanting to curse at me. But before she can speak again, I brush past her, down the stairs and flee from the house, my suitcase clutched tightly in my numbing hands. I steady my breath, then climb into my car and start the engine, the roar of the motor drowning out the tumultuous thoughts swirling in my mind. I drive without direction; my subconscious takes control of the steering wheel and leads me to the only place I may feel safe - my parents' house. Mama is actually waiting for me at the threshold, Iām overwhelmed that I ignore the fact why she knows Iām coming. I walk in the doorway and papa, whoās reading a paper, frowns and asks, "Why do you look like that?ā I sink onto the sofa, struggling to hold back my sobs. "What happened?" Mama perches on the edge of the sofa, her hand reaching out to brush away the tears that are staining my cheeks. I take a shaky breath, my heart constricting with pain. "I caught Carter and Lillian...together." I thought I'd have my parentsā support. But then, to my horror, their expressions darken, a look of apprehension crossing their faces. "Hazel," mama begins, her tone accusatory. "What have you done wrong?" Mamaās words suffocate me with its cruelty. āHe is cheating on meā!That asshoāā Slap! My head rears back from pain and shock. Papa just slaps me across the face! I hold my hand to my cheek. āGo back to Carter now, apologize for leaving, promise him that you won't do it again and that you'll stay by his side.ā From the looks on their faces, I realize that they don't care about Carter's cheating. Only that I have brought disgrace upon them. Mamaās eyes are cold as she adds, "You must have done something wrong to cause Carter to cheat on you. Have you thought about what it would do to our family? Your brother's scholarship is still on Carter's dime. Your sister is about to out in the society and can't be dragged down by you. Now, do everything you can to not let Carter leave you.ā This is my parents, my adoptive parents. I grew up pleasing them and being the best student in school, but they never look at me. Being adopted at a young age will do that. You are so grateful to the people who have taken you in. You are terrified of making a mistake that they may send you back to the orphanage and decide to adopt another child. A child thatās more obedient, smarter, better. So you bust yourself trying to make them proud of you. You stifle any part of yourself that may talk back or speak up. It wasn't until I married Carter that papa accepted me. The day we got married was the happiest day of my life. I thought mama and papa have considered me family all these years, now it turns out I was wrong. They don't care about me, at all. Papa says, "Have you had enough, I'm going to call Carter and have him bring you home. " I canāt take this anymore, this isnāt what Iām here for! This place can't provide the safety or even the comfort I desperately need! I turn on my heels and storm out of the house with my suitcase in hands before they can react. Humiliated, despised, and helplessā¦ as I begin to acknowledge that I lost my husband and my family on the same day. Chapter 3: It all clicks. The late night calls, the flirtings, the unusual caring with Lillian - their chuckles in bed, my parents' coldness, Elmyra's sneers. My mind replays these scenes over and over again, like a broken record. I sit on the edge of the bed of the apartment I rented since last night, the weight of the world keeps pressing down on my shoulders. Just as Iām sinking deeper into the darkness of my thoughts, my phone shatters the silence. I jolt as I wipe away my tears. My hand trembles slightly as I glance at the screen. Then, my jaw clenches in anger when I see the caller IDāLillian. āReally? You still have the guts to call me?ā I hiss. -["Listen, Hazel, it's evident where his heart lies, and frankly, your dramatics won't change that. Just gracefully accept the truth and move on, like any sensible person would."]- Lilian says in her sweet voice, without a hint of remorse or shame. -[āWe need to talk, Express Cafe, now.ā]- My grip on the phone tightens, my nails digging into my palm as I fight to keep my composure. I force my anger down, steeling myself for whatever lies Lillian is about to spin. "Fool me once" I say courageously, āIf you thinkā¦ā -[āDon't you want to know why and when your husband cheated on you?ā]- She's been my best friend long enough to know what will pinch me. She hangs up, the silence that follows echoing in the small apartment like a deafening roar. Express Cafe is just a few minutes' drive away. I slip into a corner booth and wait, quickly smooth concealer around my swollen eyes, as I watch the door with bated breath. Lilian comes in blushing like a woman in love, and ironically, her love has turned out to be mine. An awkward silence ensues and we stare at our respective coffee cups for a while. āWhy, Lillian?ā I finally ask. "Hazel, you need to face the truth. Carter loves me, not you. He's only with you because he wants an heir, a baby. Once he gets what he wants from you, he'll leave you for me." "Is that so?" I ask, my voice trembling slightly despite my best efforts to maintain my composure. A very faint smile plays at the corners of Lilianās lips that she tries so hard to hide by tilting her head down as she reaches into her bag and produces her phone. With a few taps of her finger, she turns the screen towards me, revealing a string of text messages between her and Carter. "He's been seeing me behind your back, Hazel," Lilian says, her voice holding a tinged of a smug satisfaction. "He's been telling me everything. How he can't stand being with you, how he's only staying with you for appearanceās sake. He's using you, and you're too blind to see it." My breath dries in my throat as I read the messages. The Carter in the text messages is nothing like the husband I knew. I can tell by his texts that he is happy, which makes my heart ache even more. āBut what does that have to do with why you betrayed me? You were my best friend,ā I say, trying not to show how much these messages hurt me. āAt first we were friends, but then I realized I could never really respect you. The way you let people walk all over you...Iām sorry but itās just pathetic. And then I stayed close to you so I could be near Carter,ā she replies. āHe never loved you, Iām always his true love. He met me first. ā she continues. I swallow a lump in my throat and quietly take a deep breath. āHow long has this been going on?ā I ask. āPretty much since the beginning. A few months into your marriage, maybe,ā she says without remorse. My head is reeling with the idea that Carter has been cheating on me for so long. Iām shocked that Lillian has such a mean streak. Sheās never my friend to begin with. How could I have let these kinds of people into my life, into my heart? Just then I hear the door jingle, prompting me to look up. To my shock, Carter appears. āYou called Carter?ā I ask Lillian in a horrified tone. āYou two really need to talk. You need to think about your life choices, accept the reality and it's good for all of us.ā she replies snidely. She gets up to leave and Carter takes her place in the opposite chair. "Come home with me. We had a good time, didn't we? We can still live the life we had before. Itās not like you donāt enjoy the things we do together,ā he says. He tries to run his hand up my arm but I slap him away. āDonāt touch me. I only enjoyed them when I thought I was the only one you were doing it with!ā I whisper between my gritted teeth. "I'm the only one who can stand you in bed, you know how boring you used to be in bed? I made you moan over and over. You know you still want me..." He stares at me with those cold eyes. The eyes I once loved. Heās finally stopped pretending. Itās all been an act. I see that now. Carter changes his personality to suit his needs. He manipulates people to get what he wants. He manipulated me before and heās trying to do it again! I say nothing, trying to keep my anger in check. āI donāt know why you are fighting this so hard. Most women would die to be in your place. Theyād be very happy to get even the tiniest scrap from me,ā He pauses, waiting for my reply. But I keep my silence. āYou agreed to my terms. I have your signature on the prenuptial agreement to prove it. So get over yourself and fulfill your duty to me. Then you can go on about your sad little life, while I rise to the top and make my family proud,ā he boasts. āDid you ever love me?ā I ask. "Love is too strong of a word.ā He laughs out loud as if he has heard something ridiculous. āYou have good breeding, your parents assured me like you would be an obedient wife, and all along you've done well. Why don't you keep it up? Come home now, before I run out of patience." Heās never loved me. His tone reminds me of the new racehorse he bought last month. A new, premium racehorse, presentable, brings him victories and can be bred to produce foals again. He never sees me as a wife, or even as a person. āNot a chance,ā I say proudly. āRemember your prenup? If you don't bear me children, you will be ruined. Your family will be in debt for the rest of their lives. Don't you dare try to leave me.ā His pupils dilate like that of a wild animal's, and he chokes me with his hand. I can barely breathe, I can feel heās serious about hurting me, this man I had loved is literally taking my breath away. āIām leaving you, one way or anotherā¦." With what strength I have left I try to remove his hand and finish the sentence with the last of my breath. My peripheral vision sees that people are already whispering and looking over at us, and some even take out their phones and start taking pictures of us. āHow are youā¦ā He growls, low and dangerous. He notices the look in the crowd's eyes, and I'm betting he wonāt dare make a scandal like domestic scandal in public if he wants to remain reputable. He stares at me with anger in his eyes. He then lets go and I can finally breathe heavily. I cough, calling his bluff. He finally breaks the stare and leaves in a huff. The look on his face is absolutely worth it. I may have to pay the consequences later. But for now, I feel free for the first time in my life. I will leave Carter, no matter the cost. Chapter 4: Read your contract - This should be on my tombstone. I dug out my prenup from when papa told me not to worry about anything, that they would protect me and all I had to do was sign it, and so I did. But now, I realize that every conditioning of this prenup is working against me. My parents sold me into marriage, and theyāll be furious with me for getting a divorce. Theyāll be bankrupt and vulnerable to attacks without Carterās protection. āIf you want a divorce, you wonāt get a penny from me. You will no longer be under my protection. Think twice, Hazel.ā Those are Carter's words, which are burned in my memory. I just wanna brush off the agreement and his threat by not thinking too much about them. But then, they start to haunt me, making me understand the realness of it all. Escaping isnāt a possibility, and Carter proves thatā¦ The rain pours as I stand on the doorstep of my rented house, the water mingles with the tears I try so hard to hold back. āYour husband's men took your car. I was about to tell you while theyāre here so you can talk to them about it, but theyāre so aggressive and I got scared that they may hurt me,ā my landlord says. A rush of anger and helplessness courses through me as I stare at the empty space of the parking lot where I last left my car. As if thatās not enough for Carter, he adds another unwanted surprise for me. āAlso,ā the landlord begins, pity and fear etched across her wrinkled face. "Your husband called through the cellphone of one of his men. He threatened me, said he'd ruin my business if I don't evict you. So.., I can't keep the house rented to you anymore.ā The world seems to tilt, the ground shifting beneath my feet. "B-but, I have nowhere to go. Besides, I need time to find a new place." The landlord shakes her head, her face stern. "I can't risk it. The young Whitlock has too much influence. I can't afford to be caught in whatever marital problem you have." I wanna protest again, but sheās right. Carter may put her in a difficult situation like heās doing to me now, and I donāt wanna be the reason for it. With a heavy heart, I pack my things, and drag myself and my suitcase out into the storm. I then head to the nearest hotel. Without cash, I rely on my credit cards. The clerk at the front desk shakes his head as he hands back my credit card to me. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Whitlock. Your card has been declined." My cheeks burn with shame. "Can you try again, please?" The clerk tries again,... and beep! Declined, again! Maybe this hotelās POS machine isnāt working - at least thatās what I wanna believe in, though deep down, my inkling is telling me something else. I walk to another hotel, and approach the front desk, my hands shaking as I present my credit card. "I need a room, please," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. To my surprise, without even taking my credit card, the clerk shakes her head. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Whitlock. We can't help you." āWhy?ā I ask with a little frustration. The manager, who looks uncomfortable, comes to the clerkās rescue, and answers, āMr. Carter Whitlock has banned you from our hotel." Youāve got to be kidding me? Where would I go now? Thereās no refuge for me now. Carterās reach is far and his influence powerful, making sure Iām isolated, vulnerable. Heās trying to force me back, cutting me off financially, stripping away my options. Soon I will be in debt and poor, which isnāt good, especially that Iām now going to be a mother. I have to find a way out of this, and the only temporary solution I can think of is to pawn my pearls and earrings for some cash. I quickly head to a pawnshop, and its owner eyes me as I lay my jewelry on the counter. "I need to cash these," I say. He picks up the pearls, turning them over in his hands, his eyes narrowing as he glances at my suitcase. "You left home?ā āY-yes, and itās hard to find a place to stay. My credit cards have been declining, so I need cash.ā The owner smirks as he says, āNice pieces, but I can't give you much for them. Market's down, you see." My heart sinks. I know heās lying, taking advantage of my desperation. But what choice do I have - haggling? Then what? Get another rejection? I donāt wanna face with that. "How much?" I ask, bracing myself. He names a figure thatās insultingly low, but I nod, swallowing my pride and the bitter taste of defeat. "I'll take it." At least I have money that'll last for a few days if I spend it wisely. Thatās what matters for now. He counts out the bills with deliberate slowness while his eyes on me, a predator sensing vulnerability. When he finally hands over the money, I grab it. But I have to stay in the lobby for a moment, waiting for the rain to stop. Suddenly, my eyes flicker on the TV thatās currently showing a flash news with a caption; āThe Divorce of the Centuryā. The wife, once vilified by the town, now stood vindicated by Marius Thorne, the town's most revered lawyer. āMarius Thorne,ā I echo. Marius Thorneās image flashes on the screen, a vision of confidence and success. His gold eyes, piercing, enchanting even. According to the news, he's a partner at the biggest law firm in town and he never loses in court. āHe may be who I need,ā I murmur to myself, excitement surging within me. Once the rain stops, I begin searching for a new place to stay. With newfound determination and what little cash I have, I find refuge in a cramped flat that doesn't check documents. The landlord, a cold and distant old lady, lays down the rules; no pets allowed, no men allowed, before disappearing from my sight. In this tiny room, my troubled heart finally quiets down. For now, Iām safe, hidden from Carter's relentless pursuit. Through G****e, I search the name āMarius Thorneā, and quickly call the numbers on the law firm profile heās working with. After a few rings, a female voice echoes from the other end of the line. -[āCounsel Commanders Law Firm, how can we help you?ā]- āHi! Iām filing for divorce and I need to make an appointment with Marius Thorne, is he available to speak with?ā Chapter 5: Divorce is never as easy as I thought it would be. -[āIām calling to inform you that Mr. Thorne has decided to NOT take your case. We can recommend good divorce lawyers if neededā¦.ā]- The womanās tone is cool and reserved over the phone. Confusion clouds my thoughts, and questions race through my mindāwhy would he turn me away? Is he busy? Or does he find my case not worthy of his time? I quickly rush to the law firm, hoping to personally meet and talk to Marius Throne, but Iām told by his secretary that appointments with Marius Throne are currently lined up for a month from now. So, heās busy. Even so,... Iām still hoping that heāll have a change of heart and accept my divorce case if only he can understand my situation. Itās a good case, hard case to be exact - my prenup agreement is harsh and my husband was caught cheating red-handed. This may pique his interest. The bustling lobby seems to shrink in an instant as I, lost in my thoughts, collide with someone in a sharp, tailored suit. I stumble back, instinctively apologizing. "Oh, I'm so sor-!" But when the man speaks, I freeze mid-apology. "Hazel?" he says, his voice a mix of surprise and recognition. My brow furrows as I stare at him, trying to place the familiar handsome face. Then, it hits me. "Leslie?!" I exclaim, my confusion giving way to excitement. "It's nice to see you again!" Leslie returns my smile, his eyes lighting up with warmth. "It's nice to see you again too." My mind trips me back to our high school days, the laughter, the secrets shared, which were overshadowed by the years of silence that followed my marriage to Carter. "Itās been a long time,ā I say. āWhat are you doing in a place like this?" A proud smile tugs at Leslie's lips as he proudly gestures around the lobby. "I work here as a Senior Legal Associate." Senior Legal Associate? - I echo inwardly with awe. Quickly, a glimmer of possibility shines through my uncertainty! And when Leslie asks the question back to me, I know I have to seize the opportunity. āHow about you, what are you doing here?ā In a heartbeat, I reply, "I'm divorcing my husband, and I need to talk to Attorney Thorne now. His secretary said he has many cases lined up for him. But heās my only hope. Can you help me meet him, please?" As I wait for his response, I look into his eyes, praying for a lifeline. āMr. Thorne is a troublesome boss, difficult to work with, and even harder to persuade,ā he says. My stubbornness refuses to let doubt cloud my determination. Iām desperate. Despite the warning signs, I press on, my resolve unshaken. "Just let me talk to him. Then I'll decide whether I still want to trust my case to him or not... please?" Leslie's smile turns brittle. "Alright. I'll try to talk to him first about you. Follow me." I follow Leslie, then wait outside one of the doors that are lining the corridor as I watch him disappear into the room. I hope Leslie's charm will be enough to sway Marius Thorne, to at least grant me a chance to plead my case. And maybe, just maybe, if I can make him understand, I can turn the tide in my favor. After a moment of agony, Leslie finally emerges from the room, his smile radiant as he meets my eager gaze. āYou may now go in,ā he announces, his voice tinged with excitement. My heart leaps with anticipation, and I can't help but squeal with delight. With a grin, I say, āThank you so, so much!ā I waste no time in crossing the threshold into the room. As I close the door, my eyes quickly fall upon Marius Thorne behind the mahogany desk. Heās tall and heās impeccably handsome too, more so than Leslie and even Carter himself. Clad in a printed suit, he exudes an air of impassiveness that sends chills down my spine. His jawline is sharp, his gold eyes are more piercing in person than they were on TV, and his dark hair perfectly groomed. Mariusā voice is devoid of emotion just like his expression. "My secretary and Leslie told me that youāre planning to divorce your husband, Carter of the Whitlock Family.ā Surprised, I ask, "You know my husband?" Is Marius Thorne turning me off because of my husband? He dodges my question, and delivers his verdict instead. "I have a full schedule for the rest of the year to take on new cases. I can recommend good divorce lawyers to you If you need..." Disappointment and frustration foam in my heart, my hands clenching to my sides. "Is there anything I can do to change your mind?" Marius remains unmoved. Without a tiny hint of second-thought, he crashes me with a one-word answer, āNone.ā Pride becomes my shield from rejection. Iāve walked away from anyone where Iām unwanted. I did that from Carter and his family, from my parents, God, I can just walk away from this stranger too! With a forced smile, I turn to the door. But just as I reach the threshold, a hand grips my wrist with unexpected force. Then, Carter's angry face looms over me. I struggle to maintain my balance. "Carter, let go of me!" I demand, my voice trembling with fear and defiance. āWhat do you think youāre doing here?!ā he asks back, his face red with beasty fury. Carter drags me aggressively. I try to get rid of him, shoving my wrist from his iron grip, but his strength is overpowering. Finally, we reach the lobby, where curious eyes watch our confrontation unfold. Carter releases my wrist, but my humiliation doesn't end there. In a voice sharp and cold, he unleashes a torrent of threats that makes my blood run cold. "I own half of this law firm. When my wife came to my firm looking for a divorce lawyer, You think I wouldn't notice that?āā" My eyes widen in surpriseā¦ thatās news to me. Carter pinches my hand and says, āYou didn't really think that you could find a lawyer who would dare take you on, did you?ā My mind goes blank, could this be the reason why Marius Thorne kept refusing me? Is there any other divorce attorney in town who will take my case? Whoās not scared of Carter? Carter grabs my arm once again. āStop defying me! You canāt just waltz out of our marriage without consequences. Didnāt I already make sure you know that? The hardship youāre going through now is just the tip of the iceberg of what else I can do to you." I try to let go myself, but itās no use, Carter is much stronger than I am. He then tightens his grip on me, which prompts me to hiss in pain. āCarter, please,ā I beg. Carter parts his lips, but before he can continue his tirade, a pair of hands intervenes, grasping both my arm and his. 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