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2,679,453	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2679451}'	Yes	2025-02-03 01:15	active	2449	🔥🔥Continue reading	My fiancé, Darrel Gonzalez, the man I had loved for eight years, decided to cancel our wedding and announced his intention to get engaged to my sister instead. His reasoning? In twenty days, my sister was set to marry Seth Charlie, the son of the richest man, who had been her betrothed since childhood. But Seth was a homosexual and Darrel feared she would become a widow shortly after their wedding. Darrel claimed his plan was noble, saying he would sort things out after their engagement, as if he had forgotten the eight years I had devoted to him. When I asked him what I was supposed to do, he replied casually, “Eight years have passed, Sylvia. What’s another two? “Our relationship is so stable, so don’t worry about this little thing. Besides, Ashley wasn’t raised with love like you were. I can’t just abandon her.” Twenty days later, I was wearing a pristine white dress. But I was not marrying Darrel. I was marrying Seth, the son of the richest man. As I passed by him, who looked every bit like a forsaken bridegroom, I saw his pale face. —— *** “Mom, I won't marry Darrel anymore. He wants to marry Ashley.” My mother jumped up from the sofa and the phone on which she was watching a short video fell to the ground. “Girl, are you sure?” Of course, I knew why my mother was so excited. For Darrel, whom I had been in love with for eight years, I ignored the young men introduced to me by my family, decided to focus all my attention on him. At first, I thought my mother would complain about me and blame me, but she just hugged me. “Fine then, just don't marry him. Marriage is for the rest of your life, so you should think about it carefully.” But then my mother continued in confusion, “But we have to think about how to give them an explanation for Ashley's marriage to the Charlie Family.” I directly said, “Mom, I will marry Seth for Ashley then.” After hearing my answer, my mother was really anxious. “Are you kidding me? Although the Charlie Family is rich, Seth is not interested in women and is a homosexual. Why are you jumping into the fire pit?” she asked angrily. So, I explained calmly, “That’s fine for me. If he really is gay, it means he won't touch me. So, after we get married, I'll just take his money and we'll do our own things.” I had already thought about it. Sexual orientation was not a pit of fire, but bad character was. Darrel and I had been in love for eight years. I stood by him as he transformed from a penniless dreamer to the young president of a thriving, listed company. He once promised to work tirelessly so he could make me the happiest girl in the world. Eight years ago, after graduating with his master’s degree, he told me he would meet my parents once he secured a top-tier job. Six years ago, when he was promoted to director, he said his success would soon give me the life I deserved. Four years ago, when his company went public, he assured me he just needed a little more time to stabilize everything before we could have the grand wedding I had always dreamed of. Year after year passed. Finally, when I was nearing the age of advanced pregnancy, he proposed. I cried tears of joy, thinking our long journey together had finally reached its happy ending. But when he announced his engagement to my sister, Ashley, I realized the bitter truth. I had spent my youth, my dreams and my love helping someone else build their life, only to be cast aside in the end. In the end, my mother could not persuade me anymore and finally agreed to my decision to marry Seth. What was more, the Charlie Family did not pursue the matter at all. As I was going to the company to resign, I met Darrel and Ashley at the door. Ashley was the daughter of my father's deceased comrade-in-arms and was fostered in my home when she was six years old. A year ago, Ashley returned to Canada to fulfill her engagement with Seth. As a result, she always followed me everywhere and there was often a third person on my dates with Darrel. At first, Darrel complained, “It is so annoying.” But some of their behaviors became more and more ambiguous, so I tactfully reminded Darrel to pay attention to the sense of boundaries. Ashley's eyes suddenly turned red, as if she had suffered a great injustice. “Sylvia, I'm sorry. I'm used to being abroad and I didn't pay attention to the situation for a while. Don't be angry.” Darrel's face immediately darkened. Chapter 2 “Sylvia, when did you become so petty? You're jealous of your own sister? It's totally unreasonable?” I watched him wipe away the tears from Ashley's face with heartache and was so stunned that I could not say a word. As a result, some female employees of the company gathered together and talked about it. “Isn't Sylvia Mr. Gonzalez's fiancée? How could Mr. Gonzalez bear to embarrass her in public?” “So what if he has a fiancée? Mr. Gonzalez is so outstanding, any kind of woman will want it.” “Sylvia, why don't you look in the mirror? She's almost thirty years old, why is she still pretending to be a proud princess?” In the past, when I heard these hurtful and vicious words, I would make sure I fought back thoroughly. But that time, I didn't even have the energy to refute. Moreover, Darrel, who once said that he would treat me like a treasure, had now demoted me to trash with his own hands. So, I secretly came to the amusement park uncontrollably to reduce my sadness. That was the place where Darrel and I fell in love and it was there that he made the most tender vows to me. Roller coasters, carousels, pirate ships, every place has our memories. I could not help but walk towards the wishing tree where we had made a wish together, but the scene that came into my sight deeply hurt me. I saw two figures that I was most familiar with hugging each other intimately under the wishing tree. Darrel touched the rabbit ears on Ashley's head lovingly and then gave Ashley a long and affectionate kiss on her lips. Ashley also responded enthusiastically. The two people hugged each other tightly, as if they were the only two people left in the world. Ashley caught a glimpse of me out of the corner of her eye, then hugged Darrel tighter and kissed him deeper. “Darrel, I love you!” Ashley shouted at the wishing tree in her gentle and sweet voice. “Ashley, I love you more!” Darrel also responded affectionately. They each wrote something on the wishing paper and then hung them together on the wishing tree that was full of beautiful wishes. My tears kept pouring out, my heart felt like it was being cut by a knife and even breathing took a lot of effort. After they left, I walked under the tree and found the wishing papers they had made. “Ashley, I will not marry anyone other than you in this life. - Darrel" “Darrel, I will not marry anyone but you in this life. - Ashley" During the eight years Darrel and I were in love, he always held himself back, restraining his emotions and maintaining a certain distance. In public, he often said it was about preserving his image, that he could not afford to appear too intimate. But at that moment, watching him lose control in front of Ashley, I finally understood. His so-called sense of propriety was never about self-restraint, it was about the depth of his feelings. His restraint with me was not a mark of respect or care. It was simply that he did not love me enough. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I wiped them away with newfound clarity. I reached for the paper where we had once written our shared wish to be together forever. With steady hands, I tore it apart, shredding it into countless pieces, each one a fragment of my foolish hopes. "Darrel, I don’t love you anymore." The words felt like a release. I let out a long sigh and turned away. But then I was met with Darrel's gaze, which was a bit reluctant and a bit guilty. I lowered my head in panic, not wanting to lose the last bit of my dignity in front of him. But when I see him, the sweet memories of the past still come to my mind unconsciously. I endured the pain like being pricked by a needle and told myself that I should not cry. Darrel's face showed some reluctance, which actually made me imagine that I still had some weight in his heart. He stared at the wish papers scattered on the ground and spoke slowly, “Sylvia, you also saw the wishing paper, didn’t you? I fell in love with Ashley and I couldn't just watch her marry a gay and ruin her own happiness.” Chapter 3 “I will get engaged to her first and then find a way to cancel the engagement later. I will still marry you. You will always be my only wife.” Looking at his confident and condescending look, I suddenly felt relieved. It turned out that the person I had loved for eight years was nothing more than that. “Fine then. Let's break up, Darrel. I won't marry you.” He did not seem to expect that the word break up would come out of my mouth and his face was full of contempt. “You won’t marry me? You’ve been begging me to marry you for eight years. Besides, you’re almost thirty years old. If you don’t marry me, what will you do?” His words hit me like a slap, leaving me stunned and momentarily speechless. I never imagined that Darrel, who always carried himself with such elegance, could say something so cruel. It was then I realized, eight years together had given him ample time to learn exactly how to wound me, how to strike at my most vulnerable points. Noticing my silence, perhaps he realized his mistake. He sighed softly, his tone shifting to one of feigned remorse. “I’m sorry, Sylvia. I lost my temper. “Please be patient with me. I’m just helping Ashley manage her wedding with Seth first. After that, I promise, we’ll get married in a month. I’ll give you the grandest wedding you deserve.” But as I looked at him, all I could feel was disgust. The man before me was utterly shameless. Ashley first and then me? Was he hoping to keep both worlds intact, his so-called sincere love with Ashley and the convenience of my thoughtfulness and devotion? The thought made me sick. Darrel’s promises, once a source of comfort, at that time felt like nothing more than empty lies meant to trap me in his selfish web. I remembered the day when the three of us had a barbeque together. While Darrel was helping us prepare the sauce, Ashley completely lost the coquettishness she had when facing him and looked at me provocatively. “Sylvia, even if you are the apple of everyone's eye, so what? Darrel only cares about me.” After saying that, she took the coal that had been cooling aside for a long time onto her hands. Then she covered his hands and screamed loudly with pain on his face. “Sister, don't be angry, I will never see Darrel again?” When Darrel heard the shouting, an unprecedented panic appeared on his face. He hurriedly helped the weak-looking Ashley into the car and headed to the hospital. Before leaving, he did not forget to glare at me fiercely. “Sylvia, I didn't expect you to be so vicious that you can't even tolerate your own sister?” What he did not see was that my hands were also burned red by the splashing coal. A week later, Darrel came to my house and the first thing he did was to ask my parents to agree to his engagement with Ashley. Suddenly his question startled me. “Sylvia, what are you daydreaming about?” I collected my surging thoughts and looked at him coldly. “You should prepare well for your engagement party with Ashley.” Since I had resolved not to love him anymore, there was no reason to prolong the inevitable. My calm indifference and bothered attitude seemed to catch Darrel off guard, leaving him momentarily dazed. As I walked away, his expression grew complicated, but I did not look back. Instead, I hailed a taxi and went straight home, letting the distance between us grow both physically and emotionally. The next day, I went to the city’s most prestigious jewelry store. After Darrel’s proposal, I had spent hours carefully choosing a set of jewelry that perfectly suited my style and personality. If I was not going to marry him, I decided I would at least reclaim what was mine. But the store owner’s hesitant expression unsettled me. “Ms. Lynch,” he began awkwardly, “your set of jewelry was picked up a few days ago by Mr. Gonzalez. I assumed he was collecting it for you.” A sharp pang hit my chest. It was as if not enough for him to take my love and my patience, the jewelry I had chosen with so much care, meant to symbolize the life we were supposed to build together, was gone too. All for Ashley. It was just an engagement, yet Darrel had given her the jewelry he knew was my favorite. In that moment, I realized that my place in his heart was not even a fraction of hers. Chapter 4 My best friend who was hanging out with me was so angry that she pulled me up and prepared to go find Darrel to settle the score. “Darrel is such a shameless man, he is such a bully! Sylvia, don't be sad, I will go with you to tear that couple apart.” But I held her back calmly. “Forget it, I don't want this kind of trash anymore.” Then, I returned home in disappointment. As soon as I entered the door, I saw a middle-aged woman with heavy makeup chatting with my mother excitedly. Sitting next to him was a man who looked to be in his forties, with a somewhat vulgar look in his eyes and sparse hair. Although I was extremely depressed, I still had to greet her, “Hello, Auntie.” Then I whispered to my parents, “Dad, Mom, who are these two?” A middle-aged woman greeted me with a broad smile the moment she saw me. "Ah, this must be Sylvia. So nice, so pretty and so polite. "I was your mother’s colleague when we were young. We were very close at work," she continued, her tone brimming with nostalgia. Then, her smile turned sly. "I heard Mr. Gonzalez rejected your marriage proposal, so I shamelessly brought my son along to see if we could help you find a good match." The warmth on my mother’s face drained instantly. Her cheerful demeanor shifted to one of quiet tension. "Where did you hear such baseless gossip?" she retorted sharply. "Sylvia isn’t in any rush to get married, so there’s no need for your concern." The woman’s expression faltered, her mouth twitching with barely concealed disdain. "Oh, Mrs. Hudson, don’t be so proud of your daughter," she sneered. "When women reach a certain age, they should get married, tend to their husbands and raise children. That’s how it’s always been. "And everyone knows by now that Sylvia was dumped by Darrel, the big-shot CEO. He’s marrying her sister Ashley instead. “It’s even all over the internet, how Sylvia dreamed of going from a pheasant to a phoenix, only to be humiliated by the real female lead." As she spoke, she grabbed the arm of the man beside her, puffing up with pride. "My son is a senior engineer at a big company, earning $50,000 a year. He’s an honest, upright man with no shady business. Sylvia, you won’t regret marrying him." "Yes, yes! I’ll treat you well!" the greasy man next to her chimed in, nodding vigorously like a pecking chicken. His thick, ill-fitting black-framed glasses and oily demeanor made my stomach turn. I kept my tone even but firm. "Sir, I have no plans to get married. Please leave." The greasy man’s face contorted, his voice rising in indignation. "Ungrateful! You... you should be grateful I’m willing to marry you." Before I could react, a fist collided with his face, sending his glasses shattering to the ground. "It’s not your turn to humiliate Sylvia," a familiar voice growled, heavy with authority and anger. I turned, stunned, to see Darrel standing there, his presence as commanding as ever. He just stared coldly at the greasy man who fell to the ground. His cold aura did not allow anyone to challenge it. “Sylvia is my wife. Put away your dirty thoughts and get out!” “Mr. Gonzalez, please forgive me!” The middle-aged woman hurriedly pulled the greasy man out of my house. Then, Darrel turned around and stared at me with concern. “Sylvia, are you okay?” That gentle look was just like before. I actually still had a glimmer of hope that Darrel might still be the same Darrel as before. But the next second, he pulled me back to reality. “Uncle, Aunt, Sylvia, Ashley and I will have our engagement party in ten days. I hope you can be there." Originally, ten days later, Ashley was going to marry Seth. My father frowned and asked. “Darrel, if you said you want to get engaged to Ashley first, then what about Sylvia?” Darrel answered confidently, as if I was still the toy that he could manipulate as he pleased. “Uncle, I will find a way. There is still plenty of time for Sylvia and I to have our wedding.” I took the invitation and spoke calmly, “We are all very busy at home recently, so we may not have time.” Darrel was a little confused. “What are you doing?” I answered frankly, “They are all busy with my wedding.” Yes, in ten days, I would marry Seth, the rumored homosexual. When Darrel heard thT, his expression immediately relaxed. He thought our whole family was still eagerly waiting for him to marry me. But what he did not know was that I was already dead in my heart. Marrying Seth would not only avoid embarrassing my parents, but also fulfill the marriage contract with the Charlie Family. And if Seth was really a homosexual, I would be able to have a lot of peace and quiet. 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2,679,454	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2679451}'	Yes	2025-02-03 01:15	active	2449	🔥🔥Continue reading	My fiancé, Darrel Gonzalez, the man I had loved for eight years, decided to cancel our wedding and announced his intention to get engaged to my sister instead. His reasoning? In twenty days, my sister was set to marry Seth Charlie, the son of the richest man, who had been her betrothed since childhood. But Seth was a homosexual and Darrel feared she would become a widow shortly after their wedding. Darrel claimed his plan was noble, saying he would sort things out after their engagement, as if he had forgotten the eight years I had devoted to him. When I asked him what I was supposed to do, he replied casually, “Eight years have passed, Sylvia. What’s another two? “Our relationship is so stable, so don’t worry about this little thing. Besides, Ashley wasn’t raised with love like you were. I can’t just abandon her.” Twenty days later, I was wearing a pristine white dress. But I was not marrying Darrel. I was marrying Seth, the son of the richest man. As I passed by him, who looked every bit like a forsaken bridegroom, I saw his pale face. —— *** “Mom, I won't marry Darrel anymore. He wants to marry Ashley.” My mother jumped up from the sofa and the phone on which she was watching a short video fell to the ground. “Girl, are you sure?” Of course, I knew why my mother was so excited. For Darrel, whom I had been in love with for eight years, I ignored the young men introduced to me by my family, decided to focus all my attention on him. At first, I thought my mother would complain about me and blame me, but she just hugged me. “Fine then, just don't marry him. Marriage is for the rest of your life, so you should think about it carefully.” But then my mother continued in confusion, “But we have to think about how to give them an explanation for Ashley's marriage to the Charlie Family.” I directly said, “Mom, I will marry Seth for Ashley then.” After hearing my answer, my mother was really anxious. “Are you kidding me? Although the Charlie Family is rich, Seth is not interested in women and is a homosexual. Why are you jumping into the fire pit?” she asked angrily. So, I explained calmly, “That’s fine for me. If he really is gay, it means he won't touch me. So, after we get married, I'll just take his money and we'll do our own things.” I had already thought about it. Sexual orientation was not a pit of fire, but bad character was. Darrel and I had been in love for eight years. I stood by him as he transformed from a penniless dreamer to the young president of a thriving, listed company. He once promised to work tirelessly so he could make me the happiest girl in the world. Eight years ago, after graduating with his master’s degree, he told me he would meet my parents once he secured a top-tier job. Six years ago, when he was promoted to director, he said his success would soon give me the life I deserved. Four years ago, when his company went public, he assured me he just needed a little more time to stabilize everything before we could have the grand wedding I had always dreamed of. Year after year passed. Finally, when I was nearing the age of advanced pregnancy, he proposed. I cried tears of joy, thinking our long journey together had finally reached its happy ending. But when he announced his engagement to my sister, Ashley, I realized the bitter truth. I had spent my youth, my dreams and my love helping someone else build their life, only to be cast aside in the end. In the end, my mother could not persuade me anymore and finally agreed to my decision to marry Seth. What was more, the Charlie Family did not pursue the matter at all. As I was going to the company to resign, I met Darrel and Ashley at the door. Ashley was the daughter of my father's deceased comrade-in-arms and was fostered in my home when she was six years old. A year ago, Ashley returned to Canada to fulfill her engagement with Seth. As a result, she always followed me everywhere and there was often a third person on my dates with Darrel. At first, Darrel complained, “It is so annoying.” But some of their behaviors became more and more ambiguous, so I tactfully reminded Darrel to pay attention to the sense of boundaries. Ashley's eyes suddenly turned red, as if she had suffered a great injustice. “Sylvia, I'm sorry. I'm used to being abroad and I didn't pay attention to the situation for a while. Don't be angry.” Darrel's face immediately darkened. Chapter 2 “Sylvia, when did you become so petty? You're jealous of your own sister? It's totally unreasonable?” I watched him wipe away the tears from Ashley's face with heartache and was so stunned that I could not say a word. As a result, some female employees of the company gathered together and talked about it. “Isn't Sylvia Mr. Gonzalez's fiancée? How could Mr. Gonzalez bear to embarrass her in public?” “So what if he has a fiancée? Mr. Gonzalez is so outstanding, any kind of woman will want it.” “Sylvia, why don't you look in the mirror? She's almost thirty years old, why is she still pretending to be a proud princess?” In the past, when I heard these hurtful and vicious words, I would make sure I fought back thoroughly. But that time, I didn't even have the energy to refute. Moreover, Darrel, who once said that he would treat me like a treasure, had now demoted me to trash with his own hands. So, I secretly came to the amusement park uncontrollably to reduce my sadness. That was the place where Darrel and I fell in love and it was there that he made the most tender vows to me. Roller coasters, carousels, pirate ships, every place has our memories. I could not help but walk towards the wishing tree where we had made a wish together, but the scene that came into my sight deeply hurt me. I saw two figures that I was most familiar with hugging each other intimately under the wishing tree. Darrel touched the rabbit ears on Ashley's head lovingly and then gave Ashley a long and affectionate kiss on her lips. Ashley also responded enthusiastically. The two people hugged each other tightly, as if they were the only two people left in the world. Ashley caught a glimpse of me out of the corner of her eye, then hugged Darrel tighter and kissed him deeper. “Darrel, I love you!” Ashley shouted at the wishing tree in her gentle and sweet voice. “Ashley, I love you more!” Darrel also responded affectionately. They each wrote something on the wishing paper and then hung them together on the wishing tree that was full of beautiful wishes. My tears kept pouring out, my heart felt like it was being cut by a knife and even breathing took a lot of effort. After they left, I walked under the tree and found the wishing papers they had made. “Ashley, I will not marry anyone other than you in this life. - Darrel" “Darrel, I will not marry anyone but you in this life. - Ashley" During the eight years Darrel and I were in love, he always held himself back, restraining his emotions and maintaining a certain distance. In public, he often said it was about preserving his image, that he could not afford to appear too intimate. But at that moment, watching him lose control in front of Ashley, I finally understood. His so-called sense of propriety was never about self-restraint, it was about the depth of his feelings. His restraint with me was not a mark of respect or care. It was simply that he did not love me enough. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I wiped them away with newfound clarity. I reached for the paper where we had once written our shared wish to be together forever. With steady hands, I tore it apart, shredding it into countless pieces, each one a fragment of my foolish hopes. "Darrel, I don’t love you anymore." The words felt like a release. I let out a long sigh and turned away. But then I was met with Darrel's gaze, which was a bit reluctant and a bit guilty. I lowered my head in panic, not wanting to lose the last bit of my dignity in front of him. But when I see him, the sweet memories of the past still come to my mind unconsciously. I endured the pain like being pricked by a needle and told myself that I should not cry. Darrel's face showed some reluctance, which actually made me imagine that I still had some weight in his heart. He stared at the wish papers scattered on the ground and spoke slowly, “Sylvia, you also saw the wishing paper, didn’t you? I fell in love with Ashley and I couldn't just watch her marry a gay and ruin her own happiness.” Chapter 3 “I will get engaged to her first and then find a way to cancel the engagement later. I will still marry you. You will always be my only wife.” Looking at his confident and condescending look, I suddenly felt relieved. It turned out that the person I had loved for eight years was nothing more than that. “Fine then. Let's break up, Darrel. I won't marry you.” He did not seem to expect that the word break up would come out of my mouth and his face was full of contempt. “You won’t marry me? You’ve been begging me to marry you for eight years. Besides, you’re almost thirty years old. If you don’t marry me, what will you do?” His words hit me like a slap, leaving me stunned and momentarily speechless. I never imagined that Darrel, who always carried himself with such elegance, could say something so cruel. It was then I realized, eight years together had given him ample time to learn exactly how to wound me, how to strike at my most vulnerable points. Noticing my silence, perhaps he realized his mistake. He sighed softly, his tone shifting to one of feigned remorse. “I’m sorry, Sylvia. I lost my temper. “Please be patient with me. I’m just helping Ashley manage her wedding with Seth first. After that, I promise, we’ll get married in a month. I’ll give you the grandest wedding you deserve.” But as I looked at him, all I could feel was disgust. The man before me was utterly shameless. Ashley first and then me? Was he hoping to keep both worlds intact, his so-called sincere love with Ashley and the convenience of my thoughtfulness and devotion? The thought made me sick. Darrel’s promises, once a source of comfort, at that time felt like nothing more than empty lies meant to trap me in his selfish web. I remembered the day when the three of us had a barbeque together. While Darrel was helping us prepare the sauce, Ashley completely lost the coquettishness she had when facing him and looked at me provocatively. “Sylvia, even if you are the apple of everyone's eye, so what? Darrel only cares about me.” After saying that, she took the coal that had been cooling aside for a long time onto her hands. Then she covered his hands and screamed loudly with pain on his face. “Sister, don't be angry, I will never see Darrel again?” When Darrel heard the shouting, an unprecedented panic appeared on his face. He hurriedly helped the weak-looking Ashley into the car and headed to the hospital. Before leaving, he did not forget to glare at me fiercely. “Sylvia, I didn't expect you to be so vicious that you can't even tolerate your own sister?” What he did not see was that my hands were also burned red by the splashing coal. A week later, Darrel came to my house and the first thing he did was to ask my parents to agree to his engagement with Ashley. Suddenly his question startled me. “Sylvia, what are you daydreaming about?” I collected my surging thoughts and looked at him coldly. “You should prepare well for your engagement party with Ashley.” Since I had resolved not to love him anymore, there was no reason to prolong the inevitable. My calm indifference and bothered attitude seemed to catch Darrel off guard, leaving him momentarily dazed. As I walked away, his expression grew complicated, but I did not look back. Instead, I hailed a taxi and went straight home, letting the distance between us grow both physically and emotionally. The next day, I went to the city’s most prestigious jewelry store. After Darrel’s proposal, I had spent hours carefully choosing a set of jewelry that perfectly suited my style and personality. If I was not going to marry him, I decided I would at least reclaim what was mine. But the store owner’s hesitant expression unsettled me. “Ms. Lynch,” he began awkwardly, “your set of jewelry was picked up a few days ago by Mr. Gonzalez. I assumed he was collecting it for you.” A sharp pang hit my chest. It was as if not enough for him to take my love and my patience, the jewelry I had chosen with so much care, meant to symbolize the life we were supposed to build together, was gone too. All for Ashley. It was just an engagement, yet Darrel had given her the jewelry he knew was my favorite. In that moment, I realized that my place in his heart was not even a fraction of hers. Chapter 4 My best friend who was hanging out with me was so angry that she pulled me up and prepared to go find Darrel to settle the score. “Darrel is such a shameless man, he is such a bully! Sylvia, don't be sad, I will go with you to tear that couple apart.” But I held her back calmly. “Forget it, I don't want this kind of trash anymore.” Then, I returned home in disappointment. As soon as I entered the door, I saw a middle-aged woman with heavy makeup chatting with my mother excitedly. Sitting next to him was a man who looked to be in his forties, with a somewhat vulgar look in his eyes and sparse hair. Although I was extremely depressed, I still had to greet her, “Hello, Auntie.” Then I whispered to my parents, “Dad, Mom, who are these two?” A middle-aged woman greeted me with a broad smile the moment she saw me. "Ah, this must be Sylvia. So nice, so pretty and so polite. "I was your mother’s colleague when we were young. We were very close at work," she continued, her tone brimming with nostalgia. Then, her smile turned sly. "I heard Mr. Gonzalez rejected your marriage proposal, so I shamelessly brought my son along to see if we could help you find a good match." The warmth on my mother’s face drained instantly. Her cheerful demeanor shifted to one of quiet tension. "Where did you hear such baseless gossip?" she retorted sharply. "Sylvia isn’t in any rush to get married, so there’s no need for your concern." The woman’s expression faltered, her mouth twitching with barely concealed disdain. "Oh, Mrs. Hudson, don’t be so proud of your daughter," she sneered. "When women reach a certain age, they should get married, tend to their husbands and raise children. That’s how it’s always been. "And everyone knows by now that Sylvia was dumped by Darrel, the big-shot CEO. He’s marrying her sister Ashley instead. “It’s even all over the internet, how Sylvia dreamed of going from a pheasant to a phoenix, only to be humiliated by the real female lead." As she spoke, she grabbed the arm of the man beside her, puffing up with pride. "My son is a senior engineer at a big company, earning $50,000 a year. He’s an honest, upright man with no shady business. Sylvia, you won’t regret marrying him." "Yes, yes! I’ll treat you well!" the greasy man next to her chimed in, nodding vigorously like a pecking chicken. His thick, ill-fitting black-framed glasses and oily demeanor made my stomach turn. I kept my tone even but firm. "Sir, I have no plans to get married. Please leave." The greasy man’s face contorted, his voice rising in indignation. "Ungrateful! You... you should be grateful I’m willing to marry you." Before I could react, a fist collided with his face, sending his glasses shattering to the ground. "It’s not your turn to humiliate Sylvia," a familiar voice growled, heavy with authority and anger. I turned, stunned, to see Darrel standing there, his presence as commanding as ever. He just stared coldly at the greasy man who fell to the ground. His cold aura did not allow anyone to challenge it. “Sylvia is my wife. Put away your dirty thoughts and get out!” “Mr. Gonzalez, please forgive me!” The middle-aged woman hurriedly pulled the greasy man out of my house. Then, Darrel turned around and stared at me with concern. “Sylvia, are you okay?” That gentle look was just like before. I actually still had a glimmer of hope that Darrel might still be the same Darrel as before. But the next second, he pulled me back to reality. “Uncle, Aunt, Sylvia, Ashley and I will have our engagement party in ten days. I hope you can be there." Originally, ten days later, Ashley was going to marry Seth. My father frowned and asked. “Darrel, if you said you want to get engaged to Ashley first, then what about Sylvia?” Darrel answered confidently, as if I was still the toy that he could manipulate as he pleased. “Uncle, I will find a way. There is still plenty of time for Sylvia and I to have our wedding.” I took the invitation and spoke calmly, “We are all very busy at home recently, so we may not have time.” Darrel was a little confused. “What are you doing?” I answered frankly, “They are all busy with my wedding.” Yes, in ten days, I would marry Seth, the rumored homosexual. When Darrel heard thT, his expression immediately relaxed. He thought our whole family was still eagerly waiting for him to marry me. But what he did not know was that I was already dead in my heart. Marrying Seth would not only avoid embarrassing my parents, but also fulfill the marriage contract with the Charlie Family. And if Seth was really a homosexual, I would be able to have a lot of peace and quiet. Ten days later, Darrel and I became the bride and groom at the same time. It was just that the person he was engaged to was Ashley and the person I was marrying was Seth. I wore the most beautiful wedding dress, the most exquisite jewelry and got into a Rolls-Royce wedding car. In the other car that passed by me, there was Darrel, who was full of vigor and happiness. I heard that at his and Ashley's engagement party, his eyes were always searching for me. When the ceremony was about to begin, he finally couldn't help but ask. “Why didn't Sylvia come?” The assistant at the side spoke timidly, “Mr. Gonzalez, Miss Sylvia probably won't be here today.” Darrel's face darkened, but his tone was still full of pride and disbelief. “What nonsense are you talking about? How could she not come when she loves me so much and is so sensible?” The assistant answered again in a low voice, “Mr. Gonzalez, I just received the news. Miss Sylvia is getting married today. 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2,679,406	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2025-02-03 01:15	active	2449	🔥"Harvest Moon: Mated To My Four Stepbrothers"😍💞💕Read more👉👉	"You are mine and everyone will know it when morning comes.” He mutters near my ear and the only thing I can do is moan. ------ Finding your Mate is the best thing for a Lycan or a Werewolf, but finding her when she is not of age, yet.... Four Brothers find their Mate on the Harvest Moon. None of them mention it, she is too young. None of them know they share a Mate. How will they cope with her so close by..... What will happen when they find out the truth... *** Daniel’s P.O.V. I walk into the conference room to see everyone waiting for me, I sit down at the head of the table and take the time to look at my Sonfs before I divert my attention to the other people in the room. “The Council has asked me to pay a visit to a Pack that has requested help. Two of their neighboring Packs are at odds with one another and even though the Pack has remained neutral a few days ago a fight came within their borders.” I hear my Sons growl at my words and I see my Gamma rolling his eyes at the sounds. “No fatalities, but the Council wants me to put a stop to the quarrel. Just to make sure this doesn’t get out of hand.” I tell Brent and Gabe that they will come with me and they nod their acknowledgement of my demand. They have been with me as long as I have been alive, growing up together as their Fathers were my Father’s Beta and Gamma. I leave my Sons in charge during my absence and no one doubts my decision, everyone knows that my Sons can handle the Pack. They have done so for years and it makes it a little easier to travel at request of the Council. Traveling around also means I might be able to find a second chance Mate, something I had not wanted for a long time after losing my first Mate. From the moment we met I had known that we would not have forever. “Dad, where did you go?” Justin asks, pulling me from my thoughts. I look up and see that it is just the five of us, I know exactly why Brent and Gabe left as I had requested them to do so before the meeting. “The four of you have asked me the same two questions over the years and I was never ready to give an answer to those particular questions. Both questions are linked when it comes to answering them. After we lost your Mother we didn’t want a second chance and for that reason we stayed in the Pack’s territory, knowing that we wouldn’t find her here. This changed about five years ago, when I saw an old friend of mine again. He had also lost his first Mate and like me he didn’t want a second chance Mate, but he found her when she accidentally walked on to his territory. He showed me what I was missing in my life, especially if I decide to step down as Alpha. Joshua and I decided after that day that we would start looking for her and let the four of you take more responsibilities when it comes to the Pack. That is the main reason for me to help out the Council if they ask for my help.” I look at my Sons and they all have smiles on their faces, happy that I finally came to my senses. “What is the other question, Dad?” Jayce asks and I know this will be a harder one to answer. “When I met your Mother, the first thing she said to me was “I don’t know how much time we have together” and for a moment I didn’t know what to say to her. I had just met her and she was already talking about leaving me. Your Mother was born with a heart defect and not a single Doctor was able to help her. Every day she lived was a day on borrowed time and your Grandparents were happy with every day they could spend with her.” I let my Sons think about that for a moment before I continue with my story “Your Grandparents were so grateful that she found her Mate and for a few hours we hoped that with us marking each other her problems were solved. But it didn’t turn out that way and your Mother told me to reject her as she was afraid she couldn’t make me happy. Joshua and I told her that she was our Mate until the day she would die and that we would count our blessings for every day we had together. When she found out she was pregnant with you, Jayce, she panicked and for a few moments I was afraid I would lose her right then and there. It happened with every pregnancy and every time she made it through the pregnancy. Only for her to worry every single day that she wouldn’t be able to see all of you grow up, but she did manage to see you all grow up. The only thing she regretted in the end was that she would never meet your Mates or your children. She wanted you to know one thing, thou. She wouldn’t change anything even if it meant she could have spent more time with me. She loved each of you so much and I know she would be proud of the men the four of you have become.” I look at my Sons with tears in my eyes and even though they are all grown up I hear them sobbing. I hug my Sons one by one and I know they will cherish their Mates even more, when they finally find them. Jason helps me pack a suitcase for my visit and when he puts in some regular clothes I look at him questioningly. “Just in case, Dad.” He says as he looks at me with a huge grin on his face. My Sons are all very different in character and I hope they will find the women that will balance them, just as their Mother had been my balance. “Dad, I really hope that you will find her.” Jason whispers as he puts his hand on my shoulder. We are able to find our Mate after we turn eighteen, but only during the Harvest Moon and that is only once a year. Unlike my Sons I don’t have to wait for the Harvest Moon, I will be able to find my Mate on every day of the week. That is the benefit of having lost your first Mate, not that I like that I lost my first Mate. My second chance Mate will be able to find me, even if I am her first Mate. The Council is still trying to figure out why it works this way, but so far they have been unable to find the answers. Jax pulls me from my thoughts as he asks me when I will be leaving. “In the morning, so I can at least get a good night sleep. I just hope it won’t take me too long to resolve this. I want to be home for the Harvest Moon festival. Who knows, maybe you guys get lucky this year.” I answer him. My Sons all roll their eyes at me and I know that they doubt finding her any time soon. Gabe and Brent chuckle, because they know why my Sons are not fans of the festival and truth be told I can’t blame them. Gabe and Brent haven’t found their Mate either, but they seem content with things the way they are. They have been traveling around during the Harvest Moon for two reasons. For one to find their Mate and for the second, they want to know which Packs are not against same gender relationships. Yeah, both my Beta and Gamma are gay and I couldn't care less about it, they are my friends. So, every year they each pick a Pack to travel to and if it is a good Pack, the other will travel there the year after. So far there have been a handful of Packs that don’t like same gender Mates, but for the most part they have been welcomed with open arms. Because we are going away on Council business, they decided to spend this year at home and travel to the Packs they chose next year. They said they didn’t mind waiting another year. Chapter 2 The Lycan Alpha Hunter’s P.O.V. Mom told me to come straight home from school and I know why she is so adamant about it. Our neighbors to the west and south of our territory are at odds with one another. With school positioned near both borders, she is afraid something might happen to me. It has been going on for weeks now and no one knows how or when this will end. Our Alpha has remained neutral during it all, but two weeks ago their fighting had crossed our borders. Luckily no one got killed and only two Warriors had gotten injured , but it had been the reason for our Alpha to contact the Council. Tomorrow, the Alpha of the largest Lycan Pack would be arriving and we all hoped that he would be able to put a stop to this argument between those Packs. “Mom, I’m home.” I shout as I open the door of our cottage. I hear noises coming from the kitchen and a smile crosses my face, because that means Mom is making preparations for dinner. “Hello, Pumpkin. How was school?” She asks as she looks over her shoulder. After I grab a bottle of water from the fridge, I kiss her on the cheek and sit down at the kitchen island. I tell her how my day went and I ask her about her day. As the Pack-Doctor she is always busy and I enjoy the time we get to spend together. She tells me about the new Pack-members our Alpha had welcomed in about a month ago and one of them is also a Doctor. We both know that it means more time for us to spend together and I hope it means we can do some traveling. Maybe Mom will be able to find her Mate, she deserves to be happy and I know her Mate will take care of that for her. I never knew my Father, he died before I was born and from the stories I heard he was a rogue. Mom had met him after she had turned eighteen and he had tricked her. She had never met a Lycan in her life and she had believed every word he told her. He had told her that she wouldn’t feel the bond the way Werewolves do, because he was a Lycan. He told her that his Lycan knew that she was his Mate and that she would feel tingles, but not the pull as between Werewolves. What Mom had not known was that he had spiked her drink and the drugs had made her feel the tingles. When she woke in the morning, they had been mated and marked and that is when she found out that he had tricked her. The Council had been hunting my Father, because my Mother was not his first victim. Her Alpha had banished her from the Pack, her parents had disowned her and the Council had found her a new Pack that took her in. A few weeks after the Council put my Father to death, she found out she was pregnant. She never regretted having me and I know that she loves me whole heartedly. We both just hope that her Mate will understand, if she ever finds him. “Mom, did you hear about the Alpha that is coming here?” I ask her and she nods her head, but she says nothing. I can feel that she is not at ease, that she is anxious about meeting a Lycan again. I get off my seat, walk over to her and hug her as I say, “It will be fine, Mom.” During dinner we talk about traveling, about my education and about Mates. We talk about everything we can think of and soon we realize that it is near midnight. It is a good thing tomorrow is a Saturday or Mom would be flipping out. Aspen’s P.O.V. I almost cut myself, when Hunter asked me about the Lycans that will be staying here for the next few days. When I was informed that the Council was sending an Alpha to help solve the trouble, I was grateful for the help they were sending. That was until I had looked at my Alpha and I knew I wouldn’t like the rest of his story. When he told me that the Alpha of the largest Lycan Pack would be coming, I almost ran from the room. Alpha Malcolm knows my history with Lycans and he felt obligated to inform me personally. He asked me to be present when the Lycans arrived and for a moment I had wanted to scream, but I had just nodded my head. Right now I want to run for the woods as two black SUV's are approaching the Pack-house. Malcolm puts his hand on my lower back and whispers “You will be fine, Aspen. We have your back.” I look at Malcolm as the doors of the SUV’s open and suddenly I hear a vicious growl, while I smell the most enticing scent ever. My head snaps towards the cars and I know that I have just found my Mate. Even though Malcolm knows what is going on, he steps in front of me and so do his Beta and Gamma. My Mate growls even louder and I start to fear for my Alpha and his men. “You might want to calm down a bit, Bad Boy.” I hear Hunter say and I see that she is standing in front of my Mate. He looks at her and my heart rate is picking up its pace. “Your kind has caused her enough pain, so back off.” Hunter growls, I have never seen my Daughter act like this and I fear of what he might do to her. To everyone’s surprise he puts his hands up and takes a step back. “I would like to talk to my Mate, if you don’t mind.” He says as he is looking at me and I hear Hunter whisper “Mom.” I hear my Mate growl and I see the disappointment in his eyes. But Hunter wouldn’t be Hunter if she didn’t see it as well. “Alpha Daniel, you might want to listen to my Mother’s story before you judge her.” Despite being scared I smile at my Daughter’s words, I ask Alpha Malcolm if we can use his office and he just nods his head. “Hunter, you might as well join us. If you don’t mind, Alpha Daniel?” He follows us as we walk into the Pack-house and Hunter grabs my hand to calm my nerves down. My heart is racing, my palms are sweaty and my hands are shaking as I open the door to the office. Hunter slumps down in an armchair as I make my way over to the window, once I know that the door is closed and once my Mate has taken a seat I start telling him my story. As I am talking I can feel him getting up and walking closer, I feel more anxious the closer he gets and I start to lose track of where I am in telling him the truth. The moment he touches me, I stop talking and Hunter finishes my story. “I am sorry.” I whisper. I fear that he will reject me and I can’t blame him if he does. “You were not at fault. He was and he paid the price for it. I am sorry that he fooled you and what your Family did to you. I promise that I will take care of you and your Daughter. I will not turn my back on you, you are my Mate and I will never let you go.” He says as he pulls me in to his arms. I lean my head against his shoulder and release the breath I didn’t know I was holding. He starts to nuzzle my neck and a moan escapes my lips. “Okay, that is my cue to get out of here.” Hunter says as she jumps up and heads for the door. My Mate chuckles as I turn beet-red, because for a moment I forgot that she was in the room with us. Chapter 3 Beating the Gamma Daniel’s P.O.V. The moment I open the door, I smell the most delectable smell I have ever smelled and I know that I have found my second chance. Seeing another man touching what is mine, makes me growl. When I see the three men stepping in front of my Mate, my Lycan really loses his temper and growls even louder. When I hear the young girl speak, I wonder why she is talking so disrespectfully at an Alpha. Until I hear the girl speak again, that is when I know something else happened to my Mate and I really go ballistic. My Lycan loses it when we hear the girl refer to our Mate as Mom, because I realize that my Mate either didn’t wait for me or I am her second chance as well. As Mother and Daughter explain their history, I have to restrain my Lycan from pushing forward. I want my Mate to know that I accept her, no matter what. My Mate turns beet-red at Hunter’s words and I know that she will be a handful. “Alpha, what about the girl?” One of my men links me and I link Gabe to keep an eye on her. “I am at a disadvantage here. You know my name, thanks to your Daughter, but I don’t know yours.” I say as I turn her around. “My name is Aspen.” She says and I can drown in her beautiful deep-brown eyes. I pull her closer against my body, and that is when someone clears their throat. “Sorry to interrupt, Alpha. The girl is not too happy with Gabe watching her.” Brent says and I hear my Mate giggle. Ugh, I love that sound and I will make sure I hear it again and again. “You think that is funny, Beautiful?” I ask her and with a smile on her face she looks up at me, nodding her head. “This is Brent, my Beta. Gabe is my Gamma and he will keep an eye on her, whether she likes it or not.” I say and my Mate bursts out laughing. “I wish him luck.” She says as she is still laughing and Brent and I both stare at Aspen. “Hunter is fourteen and as stubborn and strong-headed as can be. Alpha Malcolm started her training when she was eleven and she out does his best Warriors.” “Alpha, you better get out here.” A Warrior links me and I guess we are going to find out if this has anything to do with Hunter. I grab Aspen’s hand and walk out of the Pack-house. I don’t know if I should be furious or that I should laugh my head off and I opt for the latter as I see Gabe face down with Hunter’s boot in his neck. Aspen and Brent join me as Gabe is still trying to get from under her foot. “Hunter, can you please release my Gamma?” I ask her out of breath. She looks at me and says “This is your Gamma? Maybe you should replace him if he can’t handle a fourteen year old.” Gabe is gawking as the words sink in. She steps away from Gabe and offers him her hand, but Gabe is too busy staring at her. She shrugs her shoulders and walks away, yelling over her shoulder “See you later, Mom.” Gabe finally comes to his senses and gets to his feet, still staring after Hunter. “Alpha, who is that girl?” He asks and I introduce him to Aspen. “I will explain their story later, but Hunter is Aspen’s Daughter.” I see a dumbfounded look on his face and am surprised by his remark “But you’re a Werewolf.” She nods her head, but she doesn’t say anything else. “How old was she?” Is all I ask because I know that Aspen will understand my question. Aspen looks up at me and says, “She was eleven and I am glad that I read up on Lycan shifting or I wouldn’t have known what to do.” My men gasp, because it is very unusual for a Lycan to come out at such a young age. I ask her about Hunter’s training and it turns out that Alpha Malcolm had done some reading up on that topic. Alpha Malcolm lets us know that our rooms are ready, but I already know that I will not be sleeping alone tonight. The only question is where will I be sleeping tonight. “Sorry, but duty calls.” Aspen says. “I am needed at the infirmary and I think you are needed at the south border.” I look at Malcolm and he nods his head. “Fine, but one of my men will be staying with you.” I say and she can tell that I won’t budge on that topic. She shrugs her shoulders and walks off after she gives me a kiss on my cheek. I send Victor with her and he follows her quickly. Victor links me that everything is under control at the infirmary, so Aspen is going home. Knowing that I will be occupied for a while longer, I tell him to go with her. Almost two hours later, things have settled at the south border and I can’t wait to see my Mate. I ask Malcolm on which floor of the Pack-house Aspen lives and he tells me that they live in a cottage, not far from the school. So, I ask if he can show me where Aspen lives as we are on our way to the Pack-house and he points behind us. “Down that dirt-road.” Is all I get out of him. I turn on my heels and quickly find the road he mentioned. I can smell her and my Lycan is going frantic, he wants me to hurry up. I start to walk faster, because like my Lycan I want to be with my Mate. At the front-door I hesitate, but then I open it and shout “Honey, I’m home.” I walk into the kitchen, just in time to see Hunter spitting out whatever she had in her mouth and she almost falls of her chair from laughter. Luckily, I am fast enough to catch her and as I put her back on the chair I say “Take it easy, girl. You could have hurt yourself.” I see tears forming in her eyes and I pull her into my arms, telling her that I am sorry if I startled her. She shakes her head against my chest and I pull back to look at her. “You didn’t startle me; it is just that it has always just been me and Mom. No one else that cared for me, no one else that was there to catch me if I needed it.” “Hunter, I will always catch you. I will always be there if you need me, don’t ever doubt that.” And I know that I have to tell them about my history. “I was once lucky enough to find my fated Mate, but I lost her many years ago. She left me behind with four grown Sons, when she died. After decades of being alone, I started hoping that I would find a second chance and with your Mother I did. We all have a past, whether it is years old or decades old.” Aspen has put her arm around my waist and Hunter has put her hand against my cheek. For the first time since I lost my first Mate, I feel whole again and I tell them both that. Hunter’s P.O.V. Daniel tells about his first Mate and his Sons during dinner and I can’t wait to meet them. No longer an only child and Daniel’s jaw drops when I say those words out loud. “Well, you’re stuck with me now, Dad.” I say teasingly and he reaches over the table to mess up my hair. 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2,679,409	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2025-02-03 01:15	active	2449	🔥"Harvest Moon: Mated To My Four Stepbrothers"😍💞💕Read more👉👉	"You are mine and everyone will know it when morning comes.” He mutters near my ear and the only thing I can do is moan. ------ Finding your Mate is the best thing for a Lycan or a Werewolf, but finding her when she is not of age, yet.... Four Brothers find their Mate on the Harvest Moon. None of them mention it, she is too young. None of them know they share a Mate. How will they cope with her so close by..... What will happen when they find out the truth... *** Daniel’s P.O.V. I walk into the conference room to see everyone waiting for me, I sit down at the head of the table and take the time to look at my Sonfs before I divert my attention to the other people in the room. “The Council has asked me to pay a visit to a Pack that has requested help. Two of their neighboring Packs are at odds with one another and even though the Pack has remained neutral a few days ago a fight came within their borders.” I hear my Sons growl at my words and I see my Gamma rolling his eyes at the sounds. “No fatalities, but the Council wants me to put a stop to the quarrel. Just to make sure this doesn’t get out of hand.” I tell Brent and Gabe that they will come with me and they nod their acknowledgement of my demand. They have been with me as long as I have been alive, growing up together as their Fathers were my Father’s Beta and Gamma. I leave my Sons in charge during my absence and no one doubts my decision, everyone knows that my Sons can handle the Pack. They have done so for years and it makes it a little easier to travel at request of the Council. Traveling around also means I might be able to find a second chance Mate, something I had not wanted for a long time after losing my first Mate. From the moment we met I had known that we would not have forever. “Dad, where did you go?” Justin asks, pulling me from my thoughts. I look up and see that it is just the five of us, I know exactly why Brent and Gabe left as I had requested them to do so before the meeting. “The four of you have asked me the same two questions over the years and I was never ready to give an answer to those particular questions. Both questions are linked when it comes to answering them. After we lost your Mother we didn’t want a second chance and for that reason we stayed in the Pack’s territory, knowing that we wouldn’t find her here. This changed about five years ago, when I saw an old friend of mine again. He had also lost his first Mate and like me he didn’t want a second chance Mate, but he found her when she accidentally walked on to his territory. He showed me what I was missing in my life, especially if I decide to step down as Alpha. Joshua and I decided after that day that we would start looking for her and let the four of you take more responsibilities when it comes to the Pack. That is the main reason for me to help out the Council if they ask for my help.” I look at my Sons and they all have smiles on their faces, happy that I finally came to my senses. “What is the other question, Dad?” Jayce asks and I know this will be a harder one to answer. “When I met your Mother, the first thing she said to me was “I don’t know how much time we have together” and for a moment I didn’t know what to say to her. I had just met her and she was already talking about leaving me. Your Mother was born with a heart defect and not a single Doctor was able to help her. Every day she lived was a day on borrowed time and your Grandparents were happy with every day they could spend with her.” I let my Sons think about that for a moment before I continue with my story “Your Grandparents were so grateful that she found her Mate and for a few hours we hoped that with us marking each other her problems were solved. But it didn’t turn out that way and your Mother told me to reject her as she was afraid she couldn’t make me happy. Joshua and I told her that she was our Mate until the day she would die and that we would count our blessings for every day we had together. When she found out she was pregnant with you, Jayce, she panicked and for a few moments I was afraid I would lose her right then and there. It happened with every pregnancy and every time she made it through the pregnancy. Only for her to worry every single day that she wouldn’t be able to see all of you grow up, but she did manage to see you all grow up. The only thing she regretted in the end was that she would never meet your Mates or your children. She wanted you to know one thing, thou. She wouldn’t change anything even if it meant she could have spent more time with me. She loved each of you so much and I know she would be proud of the men the four of you have become.” I look at my Sons with tears in my eyes and even though they are all grown up I hear them sobbing. I hug my Sons one by one and I know they will cherish their Mates even more, when they finally find them. Jason helps me pack a suitcase for my visit and when he puts in some regular clothes I look at him questioningly. “Just in case, Dad.” He says as he looks at me with a huge grin on his face. My Sons are all very different in character and I hope they will find the women that will balance them, just as their Mother had been my balance. “Dad, I really hope that you will find her.” Jason whispers as he puts his hand on my shoulder. We are able to find our Mate after we turn eighteen, but only during the Harvest Moon and that is only once a year. Unlike my Sons I don’t have to wait for the Harvest Moon, I will be able to find my Mate on every day of the week. That is the benefit of having lost your first Mate, not that I like that I lost my first Mate. My second chance Mate will be able to find me, even if I am her first Mate. The Council is still trying to figure out why it works this way, but so far they have been unable to find the answers. Jax pulls me from my thoughts as he asks me when I will be leaving. “In the morning, so I can at least get a good night sleep. I just hope it won’t take me too long to resolve this. I want to be home for the Harvest Moon festival. Who knows, maybe you guys get lucky this year.” I answer him. My Sons all roll their eyes at me and I know that they doubt finding her any time soon. Gabe and Brent chuckle, because they know why my Sons are not fans of the festival and truth be told I can’t blame them. Gabe and Brent haven’t found their Mate either, but they seem content with things the way they are. They have been traveling around during the Harvest Moon for two reasons. For one to find their Mate and for the second, they want to know which Packs are not against same gender relationships. Yeah, both my Beta and Gamma are gay and I couldn't care less about it, they are my friends. So, every year they each pick a Pack to travel to and if it is a good Pack, the other will travel there the year after. So far there have been a handful of Packs that don’t like same gender Mates, but for the most part they have been welcomed with open arms. Because we are going away on Council business, they decided to spend this year at home and travel to the Packs they chose next year. They said they didn’t mind waiting another year. Chapter 2 The Lycan Alpha Hunter’s P.O.V. Mom told me to come straight home from school and I know why she is so adamant about it. Our neighbors to the west and south of our territory are at odds with one another. With school positioned near both borders, she is afraid something might happen to me. It has been going on for weeks now and no one knows how or when this will end. Our Alpha has remained neutral during it all, but two weeks ago their fighting had crossed our borders. Luckily no one got killed and only two Warriors had gotten injured , but it had been the reason for our Alpha to contact the Council. Tomorrow, the Alpha of the largest Lycan Pack would be arriving and we all hoped that he would be able to put a stop to this argument between those Packs. “Mom, I’m home.” I shout as I open the door of our cottage. I hear noises coming from the kitchen and a smile crosses my face, because that means Mom is making preparations for dinner. “Hello, Pumpkin. How was school?” She asks as she looks over her shoulder. After I grab a bottle of water from the fridge, I kiss her on the cheek and sit down at the kitchen island. I tell her how my day went and I ask her about her day. As the Pack-Doctor she is always busy and I enjoy the time we get to spend together. She tells me about the new Pack-members our Alpha had welcomed in about a month ago and one of them is also a Doctor. We both know that it means more time for us to spend together and I hope it means we can do some traveling. Maybe Mom will be able to find her Mate, she deserves to be happy and I know her Mate will take care of that for her. I never knew my Father, he died before I was born and from the stories I heard he was a rogue. Mom had met him after she had turned eighteen and he had tricked her. She had never met a Lycan in her life and she had believed every word he told her. He had told her that she wouldn’t feel the bond the way Werewolves do, because he was a Lycan. He told her that his Lycan knew that she was his Mate and that she would feel tingles, but not the pull as between Werewolves. What Mom had not known was that he had spiked her drink and the drugs had made her feel the tingles. When she woke in the morning, they had been mated and marked and that is when she found out that he had tricked her. The Council had been hunting my Father, because my Mother was not his first victim. Her Alpha had banished her from the Pack, her parents had disowned her and the Council had found her a new Pack that took her in. A few weeks after the Council put my Father to death, she found out she was pregnant. She never regretted having me and I know that she loves me whole heartedly. We both just hope that her Mate will understand, if she ever finds him. “Mom, did you hear about the Alpha that is coming here?” I ask her and she nods her head, but she says nothing. I can feel that she is not at ease, that she is anxious about meeting a Lycan again. I get off my seat, walk over to her and hug her as I say, “It will be fine, Mom.” During dinner we talk about traveling, about my education and about Mates. We talk about everything we can think of and soon we realize that it is near midnight. It is a good thing tomorrow is a Saturday or Mom would be flipping out. Aspen’s P.O.V. I almost cut myself, when Hunter asked me about the Lycans that will be staying here for the next few days. When I was informed that the Council was sending an Alpha to help solve the trouble, I was grateful for the help they were sending. That was until I had looked at my Alpha and I knew I wouldn’t like the rest of his story. When he told me that the Alpha of the largest Lycan Pack would be coming, I almost ran from the room. Alpha Malcolm knows my history with Lycans and he felt obligated to inform me personally. He asked me to be present when the Lycans arrived and for a moment I had wanted to scream, but I had just nodded my head. Right now I want to run for the woods as two black SUV's are approaching the Pack-house. Malcolm puts his hand on my lower back and whispers “You will be fine, Aspen. We have your back.” I look at Malcolm as the doors of the SUV’s open and suddenly I hear a vicious growl, while I smell the most enticing scent ever. My head snaps towards the cars and I know that I have just found my Mate. Even though Malcolm knows what is going on, he steps in front of me and so do his Beta and Gamma. My Mate growls even louder and I start to fear for my Alpha and his men. “You might want to calm down a bit, Bad Boy.” I hear Hunter say and I see that she is standing in front of my Mate. He looks at her and my heart rate is picking up its pace. “Your kind has caused her enough pain, so back off.” Hunter growls, I have never seen my Daughter act like this and I fear of what he might do to her. To everyone’s surprise he puts his hands up and takes a step back. “I would like to talk to my Mate, if you don’t mind.” He says as he is looking at me and I hear Hunter whisper “Mom.” I hear my Mate growl and I see the disappointment in his eyes. But Hunter wouldn’t be Hunter if she didn’t see it as well. “Alpha Daniel, you might want to listen to my Mother’s story before you judge her.” Despite being scared I smile at my Daughter’s words, I ask Alpha Malcolm if we can use his office and he just nods his head. “Hunter, you might as well join us. If you don’t mind, Alpha Daniel?” He follows us as we walk into the Pack-house and Hunter grabs my hand to calm my nerves down. My heart is racing, my palms are sweaty and my hands are shaking as I open the door to the office. Hunter slumps down in an armchair as I make my way over to the window, once I know that the door is closed and once my Mate has taken a seat I start telling him my story. As I am talking I can feel him getting up and walking closer, I feel more anxious the closer he gets and I start to lose track of where I am in telling him the truth. The moment he touches me, I stop talking and Hunter finishes my story. “I am sorry.” I whisper. I fear that he will reject me and I can’t blame him if he does. “You were not at fault. He was and he paid the price for it. I am sorry that he fooled you and what your Family did to you. I promise that I will take care of you and your Daughter. I will not turn my back on you, you are my Mate and I will never let you go.” He says as he pulls me in to his arms. I lean my head against his shoulder and release the breath I didn’t know I was holding. He starts to nuzzle my neck and a moan escapes my lips. “Okay, that is my cue to get out of here.” Hunter says as she jumps up and heads for the door. My Mate chuckles as I turn beet-red, because for a moment I forgot that she was in the room with us. Chapter 3 Beating the Gamma Daniel’s P.O.V. The moment I open the door, I smell the most delectable smell I have ever smelled and I know that I have found my second chance. Seeing another man touching what is mine, makes me growl. When I see the three men stepping in front of my Mate, my Lycan really loses his temper and growls even louder. When I hear the young girl speak, I wonder why she is talking so disrespectfully at an Alpha. Until I hear the girl speak again, that is when I know something else happened to my Mate and I really go ballistic. My Lycan loses it when we hear the girl refer to our Mate as Mom, because I realize that my Mate either didn’t wait for me or I am her second chance as well. As Mother and Daughter explain their history, I have to restrain my Lycan from pushing forward. I want my Mate to know that I accept her, no matter what. My Mate turns beet-red at Hunter’s words and I know that she will be a handful. “Alpha, what about the girl?” One of my men links me and I link Gabe to keep an eye on her. “I am at a disadvantage here. You know my name, thanks to your Daughter, but I don’t know yours.” I say as I turn her around. “My name is Aspen.” She says and I can drown in her beautiful deep-brown eyes. I pull her closer against my body, and that is when someone clears their throat. “Sorry to interrupt, Alpha. The girl is not too happy with Gabe watching her.” Brent says and I hear my Mate giggle. Ugh, I love that sound and I will make sure I hear it again and again. “You think that is funny, Beautiful?” I ask her and with a smile on her face she looks up at me, nodding her head. “This is Brent, my Beta. Gabe is my Gamma and he will keep an eye on her, whether she likes it or not.” I say and my Mate bursts out laughing. “I wish him luck.” She says as she is still laughing and Brent and I both stare at Aspen. “Hunter is fourteen and as stubborn and strong-headed as can be. Alpha Malcolm started her training when she was eleven and she out does his best Warriors.” “Alpha, you better get out here.” A Warrior links me and I guess we are going to find out if this has anything to do with Hunter. I grab Aspen’s hand and walk out of the Pack-house. I don’t know if I should be furious or that I should laugh my head off and I opt for the latter as I see Gabe face down with Hunter’s boot in his neck. Aspen and Brent join me as Gabe is still trying to get from under her foot. “Hunter, can you please release my Gamma?” I ask her out of breath. She looks at me and says “This is your Gamma? Maybe you should replace him if he can’t handle a fourteen year old.” Gabe is gawking as the words sink in. She steps away from Gabe and offers him her hand, but Gabe is too busy staring at her. She shrugs her shoulders and walks away, yelling over her shoulder “See you later, Mom.” Gabe finally comes to his senses and gets to his feet, still staring after Hunter. “Alpha, who is that girl?” He asks and I introduce him to Aspen. “I will explain their story later, but Hunter is Aspen’s Daughter.” I see a dumbfounded look on his face and am surprised by his remark “But you’re a Werewolf.” She nods her head, but she doesn’t say anything else. “How old was she?” Is all I ask because I know that Aspen will understand my question. Aspen looks up at me and says, “She was eleven and I am glad that I read up on Lycan shifting or I wouldn’t have known what to do.” My men gasp, because it is very unusual for a Lycan to come out at such a young age. I ask her about Hunter’s training and it turns out that Alpha Malcolm had done some reading up on that topic. Alpha Malcolm lets us know that our rooms are ready, but I already know that I will not be sleeping alone tonight. The only question is where will I be sleeping tonight. “Sorry, but duty calls.” Aspen says. “I am needed at the infirmary and I think you are needed at the south border.” I look at Malcolm and he nods his head. “Fine, but one of my men will be staying with you.” I say and she can tell that I won’t budge on that topic. She shrugs her shoulders and walks off after she gives me a kiss on my cheek. I send Victor with her and he follows her quickly. Victor links me that everything is under control at the infirmary, so Aspen is going home. Knowing that I will be occupied for a while longer, I tell him to go with her. Almost two hours later, things have settled at the south border and I can’t wait to see my Mate. I ask Malcolm on which floor of the Pack-house Aspen lives and he tells me that they live in a cottage, not far from the school. So, I ask if he can show me where Aspen lives as we are on our way to the Pack-house and he points behind us. “Down that dirt-road.” Is all I get out of him. I turn on my heels and quickly find the road he mentioned. I can smell her and my Lycan is going frantic, he wants me to hurry up. I start to walk faster, because like my Lycan I want to be with my Mate. At the front-door I hesitate, but then I open it and shout “Honey, I’m home.” I walk into the kitchen, just in time to see Hunter spitting out whatever she had in her mouth and she almost falls of her chair from laughter. Luckily, I am fast enough to catch her and as I put her back on the chair I say “Take it easy, girl. You could have hurt yourself.” I see tears forming in her eyes and I pull her into my arms, telling her that I am sorry if I startled her. She shakes her head against my chest and I pull back to look at her. “You didn’t startle me; it is just that it has always just been me and Mom. No one else that cared for me, no one else that was there to catch me if I needed it.” “Hunter, I will always catch you. I will always be there if you need me, don’t ever doubt that.” And I know that I have to tell them about my history. “I was once lucky enough to find my fated Mate, but I lost her many years ago. She left me behind with four grown Sons, when she died. After decades of being alone, I started hoping that I would find a second chance and with your Mother I did. We all have a past, whether it is years old or decades old.” Aspen has put her arm around my waist and Hunter has put her hand against my cheek. For the first time since I lost my first Mate, I feel whole again and I tell them both that. Hunter’s P.O.V. Daniel tells about his first Mate and his Sons during dinner and I can’t wait to meet them. No longer an only child and Daniel’s jaw drops when I say those words out loud. “Well, you’re stuck with me now, Dad.” I say teasingly and he reaches over the table to mess up my hair. 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2,679,410	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2025-02-03 01:15	active	2449	Read next chapter	Her fiancé cheated with her stepsister but still wanted to marry her. With a mocking smile, she called off the engagement. When the scmbag cornered her at her door, the elite tycoon appeared behind her--wrapped in nothing but a towel... ===== "Are you seeing someone? Spend a night with me, and I'll forget about the damage to my car," Charlee Sullivan suggested boldly. Charlee leaned casually against a gleaming crimson sports car, her fitted scarlet dress emphasizing her striking silhouette. Her delicate face, framed by soft waves of auburn hair, radiated sophistication. Her usually vibrant eyes now carried an icy detachment. She wasn't one to forgive easily; after discovering that Liam Todd, her fiance, dared to cheat on her, she craved a way to retaliate. The man, crouched over his battered motorcycle, straightened up at her words. Under the streetlight's glow, his rugged, undeniably magnetic features radiated an air of untamed charisma. "I'm single," he replied, his deep baritone carrying an irresistible allure. Charlee smirked, leaning in slightly. Her curls tumbled forward, dusted with vibrant remnants of party streamers. And this man--his sharp jawline, commanding presence, and effortless charm--was everything Liam wasn't. Liam, she mused, paled in comparison to this stranger, who seemed more than capable of meeting her every desire. "So did you agree?" The man's gaze flitted between the dented luxury vehicle and his wrecked motorcycle, a flicker of amusement in his expression. Her prized car, he thought, wasn't even worth the cost of his bike's handlebars. With a sly grin, he pulled her into his embrace, his tone teasing but firm. "Deal. I can't pay for your car repairs anyway. But don't complain later, little firecracker." With that, he swept her off her feet, carrying her with ease toward a nearby htel... When he said a whole night, he wasn't exaggerating. Charlee lost track of the moments she blacked out. Hours later, as she slipped back into her outfit, she couldn't summon the courage to meet his gaze. Her hoarse voice trembled with a warning as she said, "I have the crash footage. The moment I step out, we're nothing to each other. Stay silent." From behind her, his voice dripped with amusement, lazy yet sharp. "Interesting. I've kept a copy of that clip, too." Not catching his implication, Charlee grabbed her belongings and headed for the exit. Her shaky legs almost betrayed her, threatening to collapse beneath her. His deep chuckle echoed. "Sure you don't need more time to recover?" What a smug b*tard! She slammed the door behind her with every ounce of strength, nearly tempted to hit him with it. She missed the possessive glint in his eyes as he watched her leave. In the hotel lobby, the glowing screen of a television displayed breaking headlines. "A shocking revelation today--two elite families in Jurgh, set to unite through marriage, have faced public embarrassment. Sources claim the Todd heir stormed out of the ceremony, leaving the Sullivan heiress humiliated." A bystander muttered, "Rumor has it the groom's quite fond of his fiancee's half-sister. Now that her parents have rekindled their relationship, who knows? Maybe he'll end up with the other sibling." On the screen, Charlee appeared in a crimson gown, her hair dotted with celebratory confetti. The camera lingered on her frozen smile, magnifying the heartbreak behind it. Surprisingly, after her intense encounter, Charlee realized the pain from the breakup wasn't as sharp anymore. She had clung too tightly to Liam, convinced their years-long relationship was indestructible. She had let him take her affection for granted. But he was never irreplaceable. Someone else had managed to fill the void effortlessly. The stranger from last night, for instance, who possessed boundless endurance. Chapter 2 Obsession Charlee said, "Hello. I'd like to check out." Distracted by a heated debate over the latest news on TV, the receptionists glanced up from their conversation. Their eyes widened as they recognized the woman from the video, forcing a slightly awkward smile. One receptionist looked back at the screen and then at Charlee, clearly captivated by the latter's striking appearance. Her eyes flicked briefly to Charlee's neck as she processed the latter's check-out. As Charlee drove home, she reflected on the curious glances she received from the receptionists. Curious, she pulled out a mirror. The hikeys on her neck were hard to miss. She reached for her foundation, carefully covering the marks. Most of them were still visible, though. That man's stamina was truly remarkable. Their meeting had begun with a car accident and quickly turned into a night of carefree fun. The memory brought a soft laugh to her lips. Thirty minutes later, she steered her sports car into the driveway of the Sullivans' grand villa. At the same moment, a black Cayenne rolled in beside her. As the car door swung open, Liam gently assisted Stacey Sullivan out, treating her with utmost care. His gaze turned cold when he spotted Charlee. "Keep your troubles away from Stacey. We'll talk later." His composed manner brought back memories of him setting boundaries, like prohibiting her from eating ice cream during her periods or wearing skirts to school. There was a time she almost adored this aspect of Liam. Now, it only disgusted her. Facing him, she said, "This is good timing. I'm calling off our engagement." Under the sunlight, she rose elegantly, her perfect skin radiating, her beautiful face emitting a captivating charm. Liam was caught off guard and then noticed the marks on her neck; his eyes filled with anger immediately. Releasing Stacey's arm, he strode toward Charlee and seized her wrist with a grip that almost broke it. "Where were you last night? Who is responsible for this?" He resembled a husband who felt deceived. Oh, the irony. "Let go," Charlee said, her eyes cold. "All this time, I've treated you well, yet you've acted shamelessly. To think you'd let another man's lps on your neck!" Liam refused to believe Charlee could betray him like this. He was convinced she'd asked someone to make those marks just to agitate him. Trapped in his grasp, Charlee flashed a mischievous smile. "Oh, it wasn't just my neck. His ksses covered me completely." Realizing Charlee had seen the video, Liam's hold inadvertently weakened. "There's a reason for this. Please, don't let this hurt Stacey." He was aware of the video then. He certainly knew how to keep the excitement alive in the bdroom. Charlee could no longer hold back her frustration and slpped him. "Charlee, what's going on?" Stacey cried out as she dashed forward, encircling Charlee's waist with her arms and forcibly pulling the latter back. "Liam means the world to me, blame me if you must. He treats you so well. How could you slp him?" Stacey's tearful plea was followed by a low, sinister chuckle. Stacey whispered, "So, what is it like to be left alone at your own engagement? I merely scratched my wrist, and Liam couldn't stop comforting me." A cold dread crept over Charlee, feeling like she was trapped by a venomous snake, urging her to shove Stacey away. The moment she touched Stacey's arm, Stacey screamed and tumbled to the ground, her wrist blding through the bandage. "Charlee!" Liam, seething with anger, rushed to Stacey's aid. "You owe Stacey an apology, now!" "Don't be so harsh, Liam," Stacey said softly, holding onto Liam's hand as he pointed at Charlee, her voice tender yet pitiful. "This is on me; I shouldn't have let my feelings for you go so far. She's supposed to be your bride. It's natural for Charlee to be upset. I accept whatever comes." Her act of pity managed to melt Liam's heart. "Please, don't cry, Stacey," he said. Chapter 3 Totally Disappointed Charlee's gaze lingered on Liam and Stacey's display of affection, her tone biting as she sneered, "You do realize this is on you, right?" Liam's eyes darkened with fury, cutting toward her like a blde. "You've crossed a line, Charlee. Stacey is your sister. She almost died, and you still feel the need to antagonize her?" "Sister?" Charlee's laugh was as icy as her stare. "You mean the one who sduced her sister's fiance?" "You..." Liam's anger simmered as he steadied Stacey, leading her toward the Sullivan estate. As they neared Charlee, he turned sharply and barked, "Wait for me at the door." He spoke with the authority of someone who expected to be obeyed, confident in her usual compliance. But instead, Charlee strode past him without a second glance, her red dress flowing behind her. With her sleek black heels clicking against the pavement and her crimson lips curved in disdain, she exuded an untamed elegance, like a predator that couldn't be tamed. "This is my house," she said coolly, throwing the words over her shoulder. "You don't get to dictate what I do." Liam froze, startled by her defiance, his eyes glued to her retreating figure. Something about her felt different--unfamiliar. "Liam..." Stacey's soft, delicate voice rang out beside him, pulling him back to reality. His voice grew gentler. "That's just her way. Don't mind her. I'll handle it later and make sure she doesn't trouble you again. Let's get you back to rest." Stacey's eyes welled up as she gripped his arm tightly, unwilling to let go. "You said you'd stay with me, Liam," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. Her plea struck a chord deep within him. He replied softly, "Of course, I will. You did all that because you cared so much for me. I'll stay by your side until you're well again." Meanwhile, Charlee went upstairs, took a long shower, and changed before coming back to see Liam and Stacey finally entering the house together. Standing on the balcony, she nearly choked at the sight of them embracing, their affection on full display near the doorway. "Had enough of that yet?" she asked dryly, lounging on the sleek leather sofa, her legs elegantly crossed, exuding the air of a prowling feline. Suddenly, a sharp voice rang out from above. "What's your problem, Charlee? You're becoming impossible!" Her father, Keith Sullivan's stern expression darkened as he descended the stairs, trailed by Hannah Sullivan, his former wife. Hannah had settled in here, officially taking the title of Mrs. Sullivan in the eyes of others. Though dressed to impress, her harsh and hostile demeanor was impossible to miss. To Charlee, it was clear as day that, like Stacey, she was utterly hypocritical. Charlee didn't bother with an argument. Instead, she pulled out her phone, tapped a few times, and projected footage from the security camera onto the massive living room TV. The screen revealed Stacey and Liam locked in an intimate ebrace, their lps pressed together with a level of closeness that left nothing to the imagination. "Why would you do this, Charlee?" Stacey wailed, covering her face as though humiliated, then dashed upstairs, her sobs echoing through the halls. Anyone unaware of the full story might think Charlee had wronged her instead of exposing her. "Stacey, don't do anything reckless!" Hannah shouted, quickly following after her in a show of concern, making sure everyone remembered that Stacey was delicate and must not be upset. As expected, Keith lost his temper and stormed over to yank the TV's plug from the wall. "Charlee, are you determined to destroy this household?" Keith barked furiously. "Perhaps you should be asking Stacey that question," Charlee retorted, her disappointment cutting through her cold tone. She fixed him with an unyielding stare--one filled with bitterness, entirely void of warmth. Since losing her mother, she had come to understand just how fragile family bonds could be. For sixteen years, her mother had sacrificed everything to stand by Keith's side. Yet within a week of her passing, he had welcomed Hannah and Stacey into their home. How could he be so cruel? Chapter 4 Her Cruel Father Charlee's accusations deepened the anger etched on Keith's face. In a sharp tone, he said, "Stacey is your sister, and this is her home, too. She's bottled up her emotions, staying out of your way when it comes to Liam. She's reached a point of despair so profound it drove her to attempt to end her life. Yet, here you are, devoid of compassion and consumed by hostility. How can you be so unfeeling?" Liam, having shaken off the earlier awkwardness, finally spoke. "Mr. Sullivan, perhaps you should check on Stacey. I'll handle things with Charlee." Even now, Liam shielded Charlee, seemingly treating her with the same patience and indulgence as always. But his actions felt like repeated blows, each one more painful than the last. Charlee rose to her feet, her gaze icy and expression unreadable. "There's nothing left to discuss. The engagement is over." Liam countered, "Charlee, we've been together for years, and you've refused to get closer to me. I'm only human--I have needs too." His justification was absurd. Agreeing to share intimacy only after their engagement had somehow morphed into his excuse for betrayal. "So this is why you turned to Stacey?" A moment of silence followed. She couldn't help but let out a cold laugh. "If you're shameless enough to do this, at least have the decency to announce your plans to marry her. Stop skulking around like a coward. You're pathetic." Turning to leave, she felt Liam seize her wrist. "Are you insane?" He couldn't believe she had just called him a coward. She had never belittled him like this before. Charlee exhaled slowly before driving her foot into his shin. His pained cry echoed as she wrenched her hand free. "Try me, and you'll regret it," she warned, voice steady but threatening. At eighteen, Charlee had survived a harrowing kidnapping and near-rpe attempt. The trauma had driven her to secretly train in kickboxing for four years. After winning a local championship, she had once jokingly told Liam she'd protect him as his personal bodyguard. Who would have thought he'd one day be the recipient of those skills? The irony was overwhelming. "You brt! Get back here!" Keith stormed into the room, catching the tail end of their argument, his voice booming with fury. But Charlee didn't falter. She walked away with poise, not sparing him a glance. Now that the pretense was shattered, she was ready to move forward with her long-delayed plans. Liam clenched his jaw, suppressing the pain, waiting before attempting to stand. Keith waited for him to recover and then spoke. "Liam, I've indulged Charlee too much. About the marriage..." His meaning was unmistakable. He wanted to cancel the marriage arrangement between Charlee and Liam. Without the Todd family, Charlee would become obedient. And if he married Stacey to Liam, the Todd family would be his aide completely. Liam's frustration was evident. "Delay it. Stacey's health is fragile. Once she's better, I'll marry Charlee." Though Charlee had ended things, Liam didn't take her words seriously. At sixteen, she had hit rock bottom, relying entirely on him to pull her through. Her years of unwavering devotion were proof enough that she'd never truly leave him. …… In the Sullivan Group's project department, Charlee sat in her office, focused on compiling reports. Keith hadn't stripped her of authority due to the family's partnership with the Todds. But now that she had called off the engagement, she needed to secure her position. At three in the afternoon, her assistant, Alexia Jenkins, burst into the office, knocking hastily before stepping inside, her face visibly drained of color. Trailing behind her, Stacey entered clad in a tailored light-gray suit, radiating an air of confidence and control. The meekness she displayed in front of Liam had vanished, replaced by an unrestrained sense of triumph. "Charlee, the board has voted to relieve you of your duties as project director. Starting today, I'll be stepping in to take over. All incomplete projects under your supervision will now fall to me. As for your reassignment..." Stacey's lips curled into a mocking smile as she tossed a blue folder onto the desk. "The newly established Green Biopharmaceuticals in the eastern suburbs needs someone to manage it. The tech is fully patented, and the production lines run seamlessly--your job will just be signing papers and killing time. See? Dad hasn't forgotten about you entirely." Chapter 5 Green Biopharmaceuticals The Sullivan Group owned four branches, and Green Biopharmaceuticals was the least promising of them all. Despite its grandiose name, it was nothing more than a basic contract manufacturing facility. Devoid of innovation or proprietary patents, it functioned solely as a production line, lacking any semblance of independence. Still, this company marked the genesis of the Sullivan Group's wealth, the hard-won achievement of Charlee's mother during her initial ventures into the industry. Charlee tapped her finger lightly on the document. "I'm the project director. Do you really think you can demote me to manage some rundown company? Dream on." Stacey remained composed, as though she had expected Charlee's resistance. "Dad said if you're unwilling to leave, you can stay in the project department, but under me as your supervisor. You'll have to take my orders." Charlee let out a sharp, derisive laugh. Her disdain was written all over her elegant face. "Mr. Sullivan knows you're useless, so he's forcing me to stay and clean up after you. How pathetic." The office door stood wide open, intentionally so. Stacey had planned for the entire project team to witness Charlee's humiliation. Yet, the plan backfired. With an air of confidence, Stacey squared her shoulders and lifted her chin. "I was appointed as director by the board. It was a unanimous decision. At the year-end meeting, I'll lead this team in collecting our accolades. Just wait." Charlee clicked her tongue dismissively. "Stop puffing yourself up." Without another word, she made a call and put it on speaker. After a few rings, Keith answered, his authoritative tone filling the room. "With the tension between you and Liam, I have to make a decision. Sign the papers and head to the company. Don't stir up trouble. I have a strategy in mind." His tone was firm yet sounded almost considerate. Charlee's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Mr. Sullivan, I own eight percent of the shares. Don't I qualify as a stakeholder?" Keith was silent for a moment before replying begrudgingly, "If two-thirds of the shareholders agree, it's out of your hands." His message was clear... Charlee's voice didn't matter. Charlee arched an eyebrow and glanced at Stacey with a smirk. "Unanimous, you said?" Stacey flushed crimson, while whispers spread among the onlookers outside the office. Stacey's credibility was already in tatters before she even assumed her new role. Before Stacey could recover and respond, Charlee's tone turned icy. "I want ownership of the pharmaceutical plant. Draft a revised agreement and send it to me. Then I'll sign and step aside. Otherwise... I don't mind dragging us all down." Before Keith could protest, Charlee hung up. She understood Stacey's ambitions all too well, but after three years as project director, Charlee wasn't about to surrender without a fight. Besides, she was never a pushover. Keith couldn't afford to gamble with everything at stake. Thirty minutes later, the company transfer papers were delivered to her desk. Charlee reviewed them meticulously before signing without hesitation. As she prepared to leave, Stacey, now firmly seated in the director's chair, issued orders. "Other than personal belongings, you're not to take a single thing from this office. Alexia, check her items." Alexia, who owed her position to Charlee, hesitated. Her contract, however, was with the Sullivan Group. Sparing her the dilemma, Charlee opened her own bag and box. She turned to Stacey, holding up a small jewelry case, her strikingly clear eyes fixed on her rival. "These are the ring and bracelet Liam had custom-made for me. One of a kind. Want them?" Seeing Stacey's enraged expression, Charlee tossed the jewelry box into the trash with a casual motion and dusted off her hands. "Getting rid of jnk feels amazing." As she exited, the sound of shattering cups erupted behind her. Charlee smiled to herself. Was Stacey already cracking? She'd need to hold out until those projects were under her control. That was when the real battle would begin. Charlee had underestimated Stacey's and Keith's pettiness. When she attempted to drive away, security halted her vehicle, asserting it was property of the Sullivan Group. Now acting as director of the pharmaceutical company, Charlee had lost her privilege to use this car since the company's split from the Sullivan Group. Exiting her sports car, she slipped on her sunglasses and glanced toward her office building. Despite the distance, she could distinctly make out Stacey on the floor of her office, gracefully enjoying a cup of coffee. In a daring move, Charlee gave Stacey the finger, then turned on her heel and walked off with her belongings to hail a nearby taxi. As she waited, a sleek black Maybach rolled to a stop before her. 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