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๐ฅClick to Read more about๐<Rejected by the Titan Alpha>๐ | It rained hell the day I felt the ground rumble beneath my feet and I watched the scary Titan wolves descend from the volcano hilltop. Chaos ensued and people ran and screamed in terror. I found myself paralyzed, my legs rooted on spot and my mind unwilling to register to my brain that if I didn't move right now, I would be a dead little weak Omega soon. But the white wolves mesmerized me. And I couldn't reap my eyes off their glowing golden eyes even though they looked angry. "Effie, let's go!" After a considerable amount of my little sister's urgent inaudible voice on the background, I finally heard her clear scream, her hand pulling me with urgency. Finally, my legs gave way and we started to run. "Mom is going to kill us, Effie!" My little sister, Gage screamed as we ran. "Is that really your concern right now?!" I screamed back. Hot flames erupted from the ground just a step away from us, forcing us into an abrupt stop. Just then, we felt a heavy spark from behind us, like some bomb had went off. I looked behind me to catch the transformation of one of the wolves into a Titan wolf. I was seeing this for the first time and their height was massive, more than we heard in stories. He roars and caught sight of me. Fear caught hold of me, but before I could pull Gage away, he was throwing a thunder at me, causing us to fall over in the mix of sands and dirt. I tried to open my eyes but everywhere looked dark. Gage..... I peeled my eyes open and tried to look for my sister. But something else suddenly caught my attention. A smell that stung my nostril so hard, I wanted to get rid of it. The smell was the best I've ever smelled since all my eighteen years alive. It was happening. My mate was here. Why did he have to be here right now? I didn't find him two days ago after my birthday so why now? As I looked around, I found Gage's unconscious body laid beneath the dirt. "Gage!" I screamed and attempted to leap over to her but before I could, something big came over me. One of the White wolves. His eyes glistened with thunder as they watched me with anger. The fur on the body stood out as he growled slowly at me. He completely caged me so I couldn't escape. My heart beat rose up at his appearance, but it slowly went down as I realized the smell I perceived was now directly from him. He had found me here. Because he's my mate. I'm Mated to a white mountain wolf? But he looked pissed at me, like he was angry that I was his mate. I was weak and he didn't want me. I wouldn't want me either. Another big wolf comes and stands over my unconscious sister. As he looked away to see the second wolf, I notice an ornament around on of his arm. A beautiful clear crystal bracelet surrounding one arm. "Take the little girl." He said to the second wolf, his voice bold and instilling fear. "No! That's my sister!" I screamed. But my sister was already disappearing before my eyes, in the back of the second wolf as he ran away towards the volcano hill. Then my mate's eyes watched me. There was so much hate, so much disgust in them as they watched me. He looks above me and spoke "all the titans should fall back, today is not the day." Quickly, the entire place cleared in my eyes. Every last one of them disappeared, including him too. I hurried back to the village. The entire place was deserted. Some of the houses had fallen to the ground. Where did everybody go. I ran to my house but there wasn't a soul there. The last time Gage and I had seen our parents was when we took off this morning to go see the descent of the White wolves. What we didn't expect was a war between them and our people. They came out and killed everyone. Bodies laid piled up on the dirty ground. Nobody has ever seen where the Titan wolves lived but I needed to get my sister back. I dashed Into the house and took the only thing I had to fight, a crossbow my father had gifted me on my seventeen birthday. Then I dashed Into the woods, switching into my wolf form in order to be able to pick Gage's scent more quickly. I spent a considerable amount of time in the bushes, not finding a trail of her. I lost her scent. As I rounded around the volcano, I discovered a dark opening. Bracing myself, I fit myself into it and slipped inside. I landed on a can of rubbish. I peeped out and found a completely different world, a few people walking around. Exiting the can, I walked so people didn't notice me. I tried to pick my sister's scent but couldn't. I noticed a bridge and I climbed it, only to me stinged by that same scent from earlier. My mate's scent. Quickly, I followed it. As I walked, I noticed a tall building resembling a castle. There's plenty of large windows. I bent over and climbed the wall, the scent getting heavier and heavier. Then I saw the person whose wolf form I'd seen earlier. He is dressed in what looked like a royal robe, a crown seated firmly on his head. He's a prince? A king? The room was filled with a lot of fancy dressed people. There seemed to be an occasion going on but I couldn't give a care in the world. I rose the bow up and stroke the glass windows, letting myself in. I jumped inside the broken window and rolled on the floor until I was standing right in front of my mate and pointing my arrow at him, everyone gasping behind us. My eyes watched him with anger and fear, as his watched me without an emotion. With fire in my eyes, and a trembling voice, I asked "where is my sister?" ------------------------ As I retreated away from the girl, I was compelled to go back to her. It was harder for me to leave like that but I have a mate chosen for me already and I needed to make it back to make her my mate. I found my mate, but I couldn't hurt my best friend for her. "Your Highness," My beta, Eli called "I think we should meet everyone now. It is time." We were standing in my room, both dressed. Today, Anisa and I will be wedded and mated. She would be my Queen and most of all, she will be my Luna. "I found my mate, Eli." I muttered to him. "You did what was best. That Omega girl is weak. She is not a royal blood." He's right. From the beginning of time, the Titan wolves of the royal descent must be mated to only those from the royal blood too. They didn't follow the moon goddess's rule of mating who has been chosen for you. "And her sister?" I asked. "The doctor is taking care of her. I'm sure she's fine now." I nodded before we headed out. Just as I was about stepping out of my room, I caught her scent. I looked out the window but couldn't see her. Was she here, in white steel pack? Stepping into the room full of people waiting for my arrival, I caught Anisa's eyes watching me with delight. I sit next to her but I couldn't help perceive the scent around me. It was getting stronger and stronger. She was here. The window shattered from across the room and somebody threw herself in. Then she was in front of me in one second, her crossbow pointing at me, rage in her eyes. I'm turned on by her fierce entrance. "Where is my sister?" She had come for her sister? Her voice has some fear in them, but she was brave. "Your sister is now our prisoner" I told her coldly. Every second that I watched her, I wanted to hold her in my arms. But I had my duties to my family and my people. Then she did something that completely shocked me. She lowered her crossbow and stood up. Then pointed a finger at me and said "this man right here is my mate!" Everyone gasped. "And he knows that!" "I am getting married to my rightful mate!" I shot back, pulling Anisa's hand into mine. There's a shock in her eyes at this revelation. What did she think we were gathered here for? A tea party? I saw the pain in her eyes. But as quickly as they came, they disappeared, replaced by anger. She points her crossbow at me again. "I, Effie Owens reject you as my mate, Alpha." She said, disgust and pain emitting from her voice. She looked like if I even made a move she would put that arrow inside of me. "I, Alpha and Prince Cain Malachi do not accept your rejection." I said with gritted teeth. Whispers rose from the people in the room but I didn't care. She didn't get to reject me. She was a weak and low Omega, without even a royal bloodline. I am the one who gets to reject her. "Seize her." I commanded, my eyes watching hers intensely. She doesn't shoot the arrow even when it's pointed at my chest, tears welling up in her eyes. The sight breaks my heart. It shatters my entire being. I know that I have a lot of questions to answer later, but so be it. My men apprehends her, dragging her to the corner. EFFIE's P. O V. "The king and queen has arrived !" Someone announced as the large glass doors pulled open and two couple whom I assumed to be this arrogant prince's parents to be walked in. They were filled with so much grace, I'd never seen anything like this before. A man dressed in a cloak follows them, stopping where Cain is now standing, the blond woman rising now to stand before him. My heart broke when he said that he had a mate. But I did the only thing I could to protect my heart: rejecting him first. After all, I'd only come here for my sister, not to be mated with him. I watched in horror as the cloaked man said some things, uniting them, and Cain leaning over her and digging his fangs into her neck, marking her. I watched, my heart beat accelerating painfully. Cain gives me a look, a look intended to hurt me and yes he was winning. Because I was hurt. That should be me. As the guards pulled me out of the room, my eyes lingered on Cain. I will never be with my mate. The guards were talked me to completely different building. I didn't realize it was a cell section until I was seeing some people from my village caged inside. They all gasped as they saw me. "Effie?" I heard my mother's voice and I turned immediately to see her against the cell bar, tears smeared all over her face. "Mother?" I called, my heart growing heavy. But the guards pushed me forward before I could reach her. I screamed and tried to fight them before they bundled me up and threw me into an empty cell. I spent the entire night sobbing. I had no idea where my little sister was, and I'd lost my mate the same way I met him. I was a weak Omega. My life has always been worthless. Why wasn't I one of those people who died back at the village? I didn't know I slept off until the next morning's light was burning my eyes through the window. I heard the bar doors opening with urgency, and a man picking my arm and dragging me out. I didn't find my mother in the cell I'd seen her last night as we went outside. I was dragged and dropped in the middle of two huge Titan wolf statues. That scent stung my nostrils again and I looked up to find Cain standing high above me, his parents right next to him along with some guards. Around us where his pack members, waiting for what was about to happen. Just as I was. Cain's father steps forward, silencing the crowd before speaking "this little Omega before you all here entered into my city illegally last night and tried to murder my son on his wedding night!" "Your son murdered my people!" I roared back, enough that everyone would hear me "and he kidnapped my little sister!" I lost my sister and my mate already. Might as well die. "If my son took your sister or did any of the things that you accuse him of, then he had his reasons." He replied, much to my surprise. What? The father steps away and Alpha Cain comes forward, his eyes watching me intimidatingly. "For punishment of her crimes, she will be exiled from the entire northern territories....." Wait, can he do that? I don't even belong to his pack. But he's a king, so does that mean he has the power to do that? "She will be blindfolded and taken far away, where she would never come back to harm our king again!" The person I assumed to be his Beta standing right next to him said. He couldn't do this to me. I haven't even seen my sister yet. I cannot leave my parents here as slaves to him. I thought he was supposed to be my mate. Why was he being so cruel when he didn't even know me? I was pulled away by the same guards and into a different building now. I was dumped inside a room with a large bed and other bedroom necessities. A few seconds later, I felt presence behind me. I started to turn, but I was pinned down on the bed before I could. My eyes grew wide as I watched Cain's face above mine, his big body caging my smaller one beneath him. He had his palm against my mouth, muffling my screams. "You didn't think I was going to let you go just like that, did you?" His voice is still and venomous. His hand slides in between my thighs. If this was a different situation, I'd have loved every touch. But instead, tears ran down my eyes. I tried to fight him but it seemed impossible against him. So I just laid there and watched his cold eyes as he rose my dress up and pushed himself in between my legs. He pulls his short down. I was aware of what he was going to do to me but I didn't have any strength left to fight him. In one swift move, he drove himself inside me. I've never had sex with any man before, but he pinned me here and stole my virginity from me. Pain shot through me like a knife as he pushed himself inside of me, forcefully. I cried painfully but he didn't care. He pulls out and turns me face down on the bed. Then he continued to me harder. I cried onto the bed but he didn't stop. After what felt like forever, he stopped and whispered into my ear "I do not want to ever see you again." 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ใใใใฏใชใใฏใใฆ็กๆใงใ่ชญใฟใใ ใใ๏ผ | ้ซๆฉๅชๅญใๆซๆ็ใจ่จบๆญใใใใใฎๆฅใๅคซใฎไฝ่คๅณปไปใฏใๅๆใฎ็ธๆใฎๅญไพใฎไธ่ฉฑใใใฆใใใ ... ็ ้ขใงใไธญๆๆ ๆใๆธใ้กใง่จใฃใใใๅชๅญใใใๆ่กใๆๅใใใฐใ็ๅญ็ใฏ15%ใใ30%ใซใชใใใ ๅชๅญใฏใใฐใใฎใฒใใ็ดฐใๆใงใใ ใฃใจๆกใใใใ้ใใใๅฐใใช้กใซๆทฑใ้ฐใใๆตฎใในใฆใใใ ใๅ ่ผฉใใใๆ่กใๅใใชใใใฐใใฉใฎใใใ็ใใใใใฎ๏ผใ ใๅๅนดใใ1ๅนดใใใใใ ๅชๅญใฏๅใใใ ใฃใจๅใฟใใใใใฃใจ่จ่ใๅใๅบใใใใๅ ่ผฉใใใฎใใจใฏ็งๅฏใซใใฆใกใใใ ใใๅฎถๆใๅฟ้ ใใใใใชใใฎใใ ้ซๆฉๅฎถใฏใใงใซ็ ด็ฃใใฆใใใๅชๅญใฏ็ถ่ฆชใฎๅป็่ฒปใๅทฅ้ขใใใ ใใงใ็ฒพไธๆฏใ ใฃใใ ๆ ๆใฏ่ซฆใใใใใซ่จใฃใใใๅฃๅคใใชใใใใงใใ็ตๅฉใใฆใใใจ่ใใใๆฆ้ฃใใโโใ ใใ็ถใใใฎใใจใฏใ้กใใญใใใ่กใใชใใจใใๅชๅญใฏๅคซใฎ่ฉฑ้กใ้ฟใใใใใซใๆฉใ ใซใใฎๅ ดใ็ซใกๅปใฃใใ ็ถ่ฆชใฎๆฒป็ใๅงใพใฃใฆใใใฎ2ๅนด้ใๅคซใงใใไฝ่คๅณปไปใฏไธๅบฆใๅงฟใ่ฆใใใใจใใชใใฃใใๅฝผๅฅณใๅใใฆ้่กไบบใซ็ ้ขใธ้ใฐใใๆใงใใใใ ใ ใใคใฆใฏๅฝผใๅชๅญใๅคงๅใซใใฆใใใใ ใใๅๆใฎ็ธๆใงใใๆพๆฌ้็พใๅฆๅจ ใใ็ถๆ ใงๅธฐๅฝใใฆใใใใในใฆใๅคใใฃใใ ๅชๅญใใใคใฆๅฆๅจ ใใฆใใใใจใใใฃใใใใๆฅใๆนใงๆพๆฌ้็พใจใจใใซ่ฝๆฐดใใๆใๅฟ ๆญปใซใใใใชใใใๅฝผใ้็พใซๅใใฃใฆๆณณใใงใใๅงฟใ่ฆใใ ๅพใ้็พใฏ็กไบใซๅญใฉใใ็ฃใใ ใใงใๅชๅญใฏๆฏ่ฆชใซใชใๆฉไผใๅฅชใใใใ 7ๆฅๅพใๅณปไปใฏ้ขๅฉใๆฑใใใใๅฝผๅฅณใฏๆๅฆใใใ ใ ใใ็ ๆฐใฎใใจใ็ฅใฃใไปใๅฝผๅฅณใฏ้ใใๆใงๅฝผใฎ้ป่ฉฑใใใใใ 3ๅ็ฎใฎใณใผใซใงใคใชใใใจใๅฝผใฎๅทใใๅฃฐใ่ใใใฆใใใใ้ขๅฉไปฅๅคใฎ็จไปถใชใใใๅใซไผใๆฐใฏใชใใใ ๅชๅญใฏๆถใใใใใ็ใฎ่ฉฑใๅใๅบใใใจใใงใใชใใฃใใใใใจ้ป่ฉฑใฎๅใใใใ้็พใฎๅฃฐใ่ใใใฆใใใใๅณปไปๅใใใใใ่ตคใกใใใฎๅฎๆๆคๆปใใใ ใใฎ็ฌ้ใใใใใฆใใๆถใไธๆฐใซๆบขใๅบใใใใในใฆใ็ตใใใใๆใๆฅใใฎใ ใ ๅชๅญใฏใ้ใใๅฃฐใงใ็ตใๅบใใใใซใฝใคใใจๅใใใใๅณปไปโฆโฆใใใ้ขๅฉใใใใใ ๅณปไปใฏไธ็ฌใ้ฉใใใใใ ใฃใใใๅท็ฌใใฆ่จใฃใใใๅชๅญใไปๅบฆใฏใฉใใชๆใไฝฟใใคใใใ ๏ผใ ใๅฎถใงๅพ ใฃใฆใใใใใ ๅณปไปใฏใ้ป่ฉฑใ็ช็ถๅใใใๅพใๅ็ถใจในใใใ่ฆใคใใฆใใใ ไธๅนด้ๆๅฆใ็ถใใฆใใๅชๅญใใใชใไปๆฅใซๅๆใใใฎใ ใใ๏ผ ๅฝผๅฅณใซไผใใซ่กใใใจใๆฑบใใใ ใๅณปไปใใฉใใซ่กใใฎใ๏ผใ้็พใๅญใฉใใๆฑใใชใใ่ฟฝใใใใฆใใใ ใใใใๅฝผใฏไฝใ่จใใ็ซใกๅปใฃใใใใฎ็ฌ้ใ้็พใฎๅชใใ่กจๆ ใฏใฟใใฟใใใกใซๆใใใใปใฉๆใใชใฃใใ ใใฎๅฅณโฆโฆใพใไฝใไปๆใใฆใใใใญ๏ผ ็้ขใฎใใขใ้ใใใจใใๅชๅญใฏใใผใใซใฎใใฐใซ็ซใฃใฆใใในใผใใ็ใ่ใ้ซใ็ทๆงใ่ฆใใๆดใฃใ้ก็ซใกใฏๆฐทใฎใใใซๅทใใใใใฎๆใ็ณใซใฏๅชๅญใธใฎ่ปฝ่ใๆตฎใใใงใใใ ใใฉใใซ่กใฃใฆใใใ ๏ผใๅณปไปใๅทใใๅฐใญใใ ใใใใชใใจใฏใใคใใๆฐใซใใใฎ๏ผใ ใ้ขๅฉๅฑใซใตใคใณใใฆใใใๅฟ ่ฆใใใใใ ใใฎ่จ่ใฏ้ญใ้ใฎใใใซๅฝผๅฅณใฎๅฟใๅบใใใๆฟกใใไฝใๅผใใใใชใใใๅฝผๅฅณใฏใซใใณใใๆธ้กใ้ใใซๅใๅบใใใ ใๅฟ้ ใใๅฟ ่ฆใใชใใใใใตใคใณๆธใฟใ ใใ ๅฝผๅฅณใๆธ้กใใใผใใซใฎไธใซ็ฝฎใใใจใใๅณปไปใฏใ้ขๅฉใใจใใไบๆๅญใใใใปใฉใพใงใซไธๆๅฟซใซๆใใใใจใฏใชใใฃใใๅชๅญใๅฏไธ่ฆๆฑใใใฎใฏใ2ๅๅใฎๆ ฐ่ฌๆใ ใฃใใ ใใฉใใใฆๆฅใซๅๆใใใฎใใจๆใฃใใใ็ตๅฑ้ใฎใใใใใๅฝผใฎ้กใๅฒ็ฌใๆตฎใในใใ ใใคใฆใชใใ่ชๅใๅผ่ญทใใใใใใใชใใใงใใไปๅฝผๅฅณใฏใใ ้ใใซ่จใฃใใใๆฌๆฅใชใใไฝ่คใใใฎ่ณ็ฃใฎๅๅใ่ซๆฑใใๆจฉๅฉใใใใใใงใใ็งใฏ2ๅๅใใ่ฆๆฑใใชใใฃใใใใใงใใใพใ ๆ ใใใใใฆใใคใใใใใ ๅณปไปใฏไธๆญฉๅใซ้ฒใฟใ้ทใๅฝฑใๅชๅญใ่ฆใฃใใๅฝผใฏๅฝผๅฅณใฎ้กใ็ดฐ้ทใๆใงๆดใฟใๅทใใๅฃฐใง่จใฃใใใไปใไฝใฆๅผใใ ๏ผใ ใไฝ่คใใใใใใใฎๅผใณๆนใๅซใชใใๅ ๅคซใจๅผใณ็ดใใฆใใใใใใใใใๆธ้กใซใตใคใณใใฆๅธฐใฃใฆใใใฃใฆใใ๏ผใ ๅฝผใฏไธๆๅฟซใใใช้กใใใใใใใใฏไฟบใฎๅฎถใ ใๅบใฆ่กใใจ่จใๆจฉๅฉใฏใๅใซใฏใใใใใใ ๅชๅญใฏ็ฎ่ใใซๅพฎ็ฌใฟใ่จใฃใใใ็ขบใใซใใใฎๆจฉๅฉใฏใชใใใใงใใๅฎๅฟใใฆใไฝ่คใใใ้ขๅฉ่จผๆๆธใๅใๅใฃใใใใใใซๅบใฆ่กใใใ ใพใใๅฝผใฎๆใๆฏใๆใใๅทใใ็ฎใงๅฝผใ่ฆใคใใใใๆๆฅใฎๆ9ๆใๅธๅฝนๆใงๆธ้กใๆใฃใฆใใฆใใ ใใใใ ็ฟๆใๆฅใฎๅบๅใซใฏๅชๅญใฏๅบ็บใใใใจใใๆใ็ ้ขใใ้ป่ฉฑใใใใฃใฆใใใใ้ซๆฉใใใใ็ถใใใๅฟ่็บไฝใ่ตทใใใพใใใใ ใใใฃ๏ผใใๅใใใพใ๏ผใ ็ ้ขใซๅฐ็ใใใจใๆ่กใฏใพใ ็ถใใฆใใใ ไปใๅฏไธใฎๅธๆใฏ็ถใๅฅๅบทใง็ใ็ถใใใใจใ ใใ ใฃใใ ็่ญทๅธซใๆ่ก่ฒป็จใฎ่ซๆฑๆธใๆๆธกใใฆใใใ็ท้กใฏ300ไธๅไปฅไธใ ใงใใไปฅๅๆฏๆใฃใๅ ฅ้ข่ฒปใงๆฎ้ใฏใใฃใใฎ10ไธๅใใฉใใใฆใ่ถณใใชใใฃใใ ไปๆนใชใใๅณปไปใซ้ป่ฉฑใใใใใ ๅทใใๅฃฐใ่ใใใใใใฉใใ ๏ผใใ30ๅๅพ ใฃใฆใใใใ ใๆฅใชใใจใใใฃใฆโโใ ใๅชๅญใใใใงใใใใใ๏ผใๅณปไปใ้ผปใง็ฌใใใใฉใใใพใๅใใคใใฆใใใใ ใใ๏ผใ ใใใช๏ผ ใๅใใใชใ๏ผ็ถใๅฟ่็บไฝใ่ตทใใใฆๆ่กใๅฟ ่ฆใชใฎ๏ผโโใ ใใใใงใๆญปใใ ใฎใ๏ผใๅณปไปใ้ฎใฃใใ ใใฎ่จ่ใซใๅชๅญใฏ่ณใ็ใฃใใใใใช่จใๆนใใไบบใใใใฎใ๏ผ ใใใใ๏ผๅณปไปใๆ่ก่ฒปใ300ไธๅไปฅไธใใใใฎใใ ใใๆ ฐ่ฌๆใๅ ใซๆฏใ่พผใใงใใใชใ๏ผๅฟ ใ้ขๅฉใใใใ๏ผใ ใๅชๅญใไฟบใ่ชฐใใใๅใฎ็ถ่ฆชใฎๆญปใๆใใงใใใใจใ็่งฃใใฆใใใใชใ้ใๆธกใใฎใฏใใใ ใใใใงใๆ็ถใใ็ตใใฃใๅพใซใ ใใ ใใใ ใ่จใใจใ้ป่ฉฑใฏๅใใใใ ๅชๅญใฎ้กใซใฏๅฐๆใๆตฎใใใงใใใใใคใฆๅฝผใฏ็ถใซๅฏพใใฆๆฌๆใๆใฃใฆใใใฏใใ ใฃใใใใใใไปใฎๅฝผใฎๅฃฐใซใฏๆฌๆฐใฎๆใใฟใๆปฒใใงใใใ ใชใใ ๏ผ 2ๅนดๅใฎ้ซๆฉๅฎถใฎ็ ด็ฃใจ็ตใณใคใใฆ่ใใใจใๅถ็ถใฎๅบๆฅไบใจใฏๆใใชใใชใฃใฆใใใ ใใใใใใฆใๅณปไปใ่ฃใงไฝใใไปๆใใใฎใ ใใใใใๅฎๅฎถใฏไธไฝใฉใใใฃใฆๅฝผใๆใใใฆใใพใฃใใฎใ ใใ๏ผ ไปใ่ใ่พผใไฝ่ฃใใชใใ็ถใฎๆฒป็่ฒปใไฝใจใใใใฎใๆๅชๅ ใ ใฃใใ ๆ่กๅฎคใฎๆใ้ใใใใๅ ็๏ผใ 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No | 2025-02-24 19:42 | active | 2625 | 0 | Read next chapter | To survive, she climbed into her so-called uncle's bed. Two years later, she realized she was just a toy. Heartbroken, she left after seeing him at his first love's prenatal checkup. ===== The winters in Ulares were bone-chilling, but inside Cloudscape Mansion, the air was thick with warmth and passion. "Uncle Ethanโฆ" Nyla Green gasped, her voice catching. Ethan's lips quirked into a satisfied smirk. "Being so well-behaved tonight, aren't you?" "Don't you like it when I'm well-behaved?" The hunger in Ethan's eyes was undeniable. "What is it you want?" Settling into the armchair by the window, he asked, his mood seemingly lighter than usual. "Will you give me anything I ask for?" Nyla's voice was soft, hesitant, her hopeful gaze fixed on his sharp, handsome face. "Depends on what it is," Ethan replied evenly. "I want to be Mrs. Brooks." The warmth in Ethan's expression disappeared, replaced by a glacial stare that sent a chill down her spine. Nyla's heart sank as he let out a mocking laugh. "I've been too soft on you," he said coldly. "You think that gives you the right to ask for something like that?" Nyla bit her lip, "Callie's back, isn't she? You're planning to marry her, aren't you?" Callie Higgins--the name itself was enough to twist Nyla's gut. She was Ethan's first love--the woman who had once saved his life from kidnappers when he was eighteen. After the incident, their families agreed that Ethan and Callie would get engaged when the time was right. Ethan's expression flickered, just for a moment, but it was enough for Nyla to know she'd struck a nerve. She'd been with him for two years; she knew him well. "I just want a status. You know how hard it is for me in the Brooks family. Without protection, I--" "Protection?" Ethan cut her off, his tone sharp. In a flash, he was in front of her, gripping her chin firmly. His dark eyes bored into hers, fierce and unyielding. "Do you think I don't see through you, Nyla? You think you're worthy of being Mrs. Brooks?" Chapter 2 Time To Let Go "Ethan Brooks, you haven't changed a bit--still as cold-hearted as ever," Nyla snapped. The warm atmosphere had long since turned to ice. Nyla's expression was calm, though her intentions were anything but hidden. Tears glimmered in her defiant eyes. "If you're not willing to give me what I want, then this is it. From today, we're done. Beyond being my step-uncle, you have nothing to do with me anymore." Ethan's sneer was sharp, cutting through the tension like a bl*de. "You're the one who climbed into my b*d back then. And now you want to walk away? Nyla, do you really think I'm that easy to deal with?" It had been a while since the Green family's sudden collapse. Overnight, Nyla's world unraveled. Her father, Lorenzo Green, took his own life to prove his innocence, and her brother was thrown behind bars. Her mother, desperate to survive, became the mi**ress of Ethan's elder brother, Ryland Brooks. When Ryland's wife passed away, Nyla's mother--pregnant with Ryland's child--married him. The Brooks family made no secret of their disdain. Nyla had always known her place, keeping her distance from the Brooks family whenever possible. But they never intended to stop tormenting her. Out of options, she had turned to Ethan. As the current leader of the Brooks family and one of the most powerful men in Ulares, Ethan was the only one who could offer her protection. "So, what do we call this... arrangement?" Her voice was low, almost mocking. Ethan's gaze lingered on her face--dangerously beautiful, the kind that brought chaos wherever it went. "If you want something else, I might consider it," he said, his tone indifferent as he released her. The implication was clear: he wasn't letting go, not yet. Bitterness rose in Nyla's throat. She could endure being his b*dmates, but she wouldn't let herself become the other woman. That was one boundary she refused to cross. "Ethan, I'm tired. This... whatever it is, it's over." The word "over" felt hollow--Ethan had never acknowledged what they had in the first place. She pulled her torn dress over her body, her hands trembling but her resolve firm. Ethan's expression darkened. "What are you trying to prove with this tantrum?" Nyla paused, holding herself together with every ounce of willpower. She stood tall, meeting his gaze. "Mr. Brooks, if you can't give me what I want, then let's not waste any more time. I need to move on." Her words struck a nerve. Ethan grabbed her arm, "Move on? To who?" His voice dripped with menace. "Who else could ever satisfy you like I do? Don't act like this was all some mistake. You crawled into my b*d, Nyla. Don't think I'll let you forget that." Nyla's composure cracked as anger flared in her chest. She glared at him, tears brimming. "So what if I did? I regret it! You're going to marry Callie, and I'm supposed to sit here and wait for your scraps? I may be shameless, Ethan, but I'm not that pathetic." The air between them was suffocating, heavy with unspoken truths and unbearable tension. A sudden ring shattered the silence. Ethan glanced at his phone, irritation flickering across his face. He was about to ignore the call until he saw the name. Callie. He released Nyla and answered without hesitation. Nyla watched in silence, her heart sinking at his gentle tone. He'd only ever used it with her in b*d. She felt the humiliation settle deep in her ch*st. "I'll be there soon." Ethan finished the called and then dressed. He turned to Nyla. "I'll have Jackson transfer the money to your account. Don't even think about leaving." The door clicked shut behind him. Nyla sat still, staring at the empty space he left behind. Then, with a bitter laugh, she wiped her tears away. If she couldn't have what she wanted, then she'd take back what little was left of her dignity. It was time to let go. Chapter 3 So What If I Am? Nyla, now in her senior year of college, had already begun her internship while managing her own studio--a venture she had started during her junior year. She specialized in fashion design, and her studio was her pride and joy. But lately, the pressure from competitors had been relentless. Someone clearly wanted her out of Ulares. Despite the frustration, Nyla refused to back down. After a restless night, her body ached as she got ready for the day. She couldn't bring herself to wear her usual professional attire, opting instead for a casual outfit. Even in simple clothes, her elegance and charisma turned heads wherever she went. As she walked into the studio, her receptionist hesitated before approaching her. "Miss Green... um, your mother is here," she said nervously. "We tried to stop her, but... she's holding a baby, and we didn't want to risk anything." Nyla gave her a reassuring smile. Her mother, Vicki Brooks, was difficult to deal with. "It's fine. I understand. You can get back to work." Relieved, the receptionist nodded and returned to her desk. Nyla's studio wasn't large, but every inch of it reflected her touch. She had designed the interior herself, favoring a minimalist elegance that radiated sophistication. In the lounge area, she spotted her mother cradling a baby in her arms. Nolan Brooks, a premature baby, had come into the world when Vicki was in her forties. His arrival had nearly cost both their lives, and since then, Vicki's world revolved entirely around him. Standing silently in the doorway, Nyla observed her mother. Vicki's expression softened as she gently rocked Nolan, her maternal warmth unmistakable. For a fleeting moment, Nyla saw the woman Vicki used to be--a gentle, understanding wife and mother, back when the Green family was intact. But that version of her mother was gone. Now, Vicki was only a mother to Nolan. The thought stung, but Nyla pushed the feeling aside and walked into the lounge. She sat across from Vicki, who glanced up briefly before returning her attention to Nolan. Nyla's assistant quickly brought over a cup of coffee and slipped away without a word. Picking up the cup, Nyla stirred it slowly, the clinking of the spoon breaking the silence. "Why are you here?" she asked, her tone even. Vicki's gaze flickered disapprovingly over Nyla's casual outfit. "You're going out dressed like that? Don't you realize you're representing the Brooks family now? Everything you do reflects on us." Leaning back on the sofa, Nyla replied with a calm, measured voice, "My last name is Green. I've never been part of the Brooks family." Vicki's lips tightened, her frustration evident. "You--" She stopped herself, glancing down at Nolan, who stirred in her arms. Lowering her voice, she continued, "Ryland has arranged a date for you tomorrow at Delight Restaurant. You'll be meeting the second son of the Fowler family. He's from a respectable background, and it's time you start thinking about your future." Nyla raised an eyebrow, a bitter smile tugging at her lips. The second son of the Fowler family had recently been released from prison. Ryland certainly had a knack for picking matches. "I don't have time," Nyla replied dismissively, taking a sip of her coffee. Vicki's composure cracked. "No time? You didn't go to school or your studio yesterday. And you didn't come home last night either. I heard you were at a bar." She had done her homework. Nyla's late-night escapades and partying were the reason Vicki had stormed over. That kind of behavior was unacceptable. If it weren't for Nolan dozing off in her arms, she'd have already started yelling. Then Vicki's sharp eyes zeroed in on a faint red m*rk on Nyla's neck. Her expression darkened. "What's that on your neck?" she hissed. "I'm warning you, Nyla. If you're fooling around, I won't tolerate it!" Nyla paused mid-sip, setting her cup down deliberately. She met Vicki's glare with calm indifference. Her mother still looked youthful despite her age. Money sure did wonders, Nyla mused. "And what if I am?" she said, leaning back. "You haven't cared about me in years, so why pretend now? Take your precious son and leave." Chapter 4 Family Dinner "Nyla!" Vicki shot to her feet, her sudden movement jolting Nolan awake in her arms. The baby let out a wail that pierced through the studio. "It's okay, Nolan. Shh, you're okay," Vicki murmured, turning her attention to him and pointedly ignoring Nyla. "We'll go home soon, sweetheart. Be good for Mommy." Nyla rubbed her ears, the irony of the scene grating on her nerves. Without a word, she turned to leave. "Don't forget." Vicki's strained voice rang out behind her. "I've always been the one begging for help for your brother. Do you have any idea how much he's suffered in prison? And your sister-in-law? I've been the one sending her money to survive. If you had even a shred of consideration for me, you'd listen to what I say!" Nyla froze mid-step, her gaze drifting up to the ceiling as a wave of helplessness rolled over her. After the incident all those years ago, her brother had been jailed, and her pregnant sister-in-law had been so traumatized she ended up hospitalized. The baby--already five months along--couldn't be saved, and her sister-in-law's health had never recovered. The family sold everything they owned, borrowed from anyone who'd listen, and still came up short. Eventually, their options ran dry, and even close relatives cut ties. Nyla's sister-in-law finally gave up, saying she didn't want to be a burden. Vicki's marriage into the wealthy Brooks family had brought temporary relief, but her sister-in-law's lingering illness had turned into a lifelong battle--one that drained both money and hope. And Vicki, to her credit, had been the one subsidizing the expensive treatments. Nyla's fingers curled and relaxed along the edge of her sleeve--a quiet gesture of powerless compromise. "Fine. I'll go." Vicki let out a relieved sigh, her tone softening. "There's a family dinner at the Brooks Mansion tonight. Leave work early and make sure you're there. You can't miss it." Nyla felt an immediate headache brewing. She'd planned to avoid Ethan for at least a little while longer, but her plans were thwarted before they'd even begun. "I know you hate going to these things, but think about me. Think about your little brother. He's just a child, Nyla. If you don't look out for him, who will? Please, just do this for me." Vicki's words left no room for refusal. Nyla was at a loss for words. Her mother asked her to protect Nolan, but who would protect her? The Brooks family wore their civility like sheep's clothing, but beneath it, she knew better. They were wolves--every single one of them--and none would spare her if given the chance. And yet, Nyla never voiced these grievances to Vicki. It would only be pointless. Vicki would call her immature, blame her for the Brooks family's hostility, insist that Nyla brought it all upon herself. So Nyla could only swallow her resentment. Later that afternoon, Nyla left work early as instructed. She took her time getting home and changed clothes, knowing Vicki would nitpick if she didn't look the part. She settled on a gray, short tweed jacket over a black skirt--poised, polished, and appropriately elegant. Nyla despised the cold. If it weren't for the Brooks family gathering, she would have bundled herself in two down jackets and called it a day. These social charades were a performance she loathed--hollow and suffocating. But Vicki insisted she need to integrate. Half an hour later, Nyla stepped out of the taxi in front of the imposing Brooks Mansion. Just as she turned to head inside, a sleek Maybach pulled up beside her. Nyla didn't intend to acknowledge anyone--until the license plate caught her eye. Ethan's car. The tinted window rolled down slowly, and two faces came into view--elegant, pristine, and altogether too perfect. "Hello, Nyla." A woman's voice broke the moment. "I'm Callie." Chapter 5 Rivals In Love Nyla had imagined meeting Callie in countless scenarios. Maybe it would happen during one of those stolen moments with Ethan, where they'd be caught red-handed. Or perhaps at Callie and Ethan's engagement party, where Nyla would dutifully offer her congratulations as a younger member of the Brooks family. But never like this--never with Callie deliberately approaching her. Nyla glanced at Ethan, suspicious. Was he behind this? But Ethan's gaze remained locked on her, his dark eyes betraying nothing. Those eyes had a way of pulling people in. She quickly looked away, her voice cold. "Hello. Did you need something?" Nyla didn't like the Brooks family, and she liked Callie even less. Callie was, after all, a rival in love. "Oh, nothing at all. I'd just heard Ethan had a breathtakingly beautiful niece, and I couldn't resist coming to meet you. I hope that's all right," Callie replied, her voice soft and syrupy, the kind of tone that made others instinctively want to protect her, a stark contrast to Nyla's cool tone. "You're exaggerating. I'm just an ordinary person." An ordinary person who was all too easy to manipulate. The moment the words left her mouth, Nyla felt Ethan's gaze on her--sharp, teasing. She met his eyes, her expression frosty, but he didn't look away. Instead, his lips parted, and his cool voice cut through the air. "Let's go. Don't waste time on people who don't matter." Callie offered an apologetic smile. "We'll head in, then. Would you like to join us? It's a bit of a walk." The words "people who don't matter" stung more than Nyla cared to admit. Last night, Ethan had been so close--so possessive he wouldn't let her leave--and now he was acting like a stranger. Huh. If Ethan chose acting as his career, he would win the Best Actor award, and Nyla would gladly be the one throwing tomatoes at his acceptance speech. Plastering on a bitter smile, she replied, "No thanks. I don't feel comfortable riding in a stranger's car." Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked away. Behind her, the sleek Maybach sped off, its icy wind brushing her cheeks and nearly drawing tears from her eyes. But she refused to cry--not here, not at the Brooks family estate. The sprawling Brooks Mansion loomed ahead, its gardens and private villas spread across more than seven thousand square feet. It was the largest private residence in Ulares and an unyielding symbol of the Brooks family's influence. The family dinner was held in the main house of the estate, and by the time Nyla arrived, the room was already packed. Her eyes immediately found Ethan, standing beside Callie, who was chatting amicably with the wife of Ethan's second brother. They looked disturbingly at ease with one another. "Why are you so late? Didn't I tell you to leave work early?" The voice belonged to Vicki, who appeared beside Nyla in a black gown and white mink shawl, exuding effortless grace. Nyla forced a smile, though she detested the way Vicki had shed her real self to fit into the Brooks family mold. "It's a long drive. Besides, I'm here now, aren't I?" Her eyes roved over the crowd. Faces turned her way, some barely hiding their disdain. "Honestly, we shouldn't have bothered coming." Vicki tightened her grip on Nyla's hand, her voice dropping to a whisper. "If you listened to Ryland and made connections with the Fowler family, we wouldn't be in this position." Nyla's tone sharpened. "If you're in such a rush, feel free to go see my blind date yourself." "Don't be ridiculous!" Vicki hissed, glancing around nervously. The last thing she wanted was to cause a scene here. "Then stop nagging me," Nyla retorted. "Unless you want me to make a real fuss." Vicki bit back her frustration, unwilling to press further. Nyla slipped away and found an empty corner, determined to stay invisible until the endless family dinner wrapped up. But, of course, the peace didn't last. "Nyla, why are you sitting here all by yourself? Are you feeling out of place?" Callie's sugary voice rang in her ear. "I can show you around if you'd like." Chapter 6 Definition Of Decorum "Thank you, I appreciate your concern, Miss Higgins, but that won't be necessary." Nyla blinked leisurely, suppressing a yawn. The previous night had been relentless and exhausting, and as she sat in the quiet corner, weary and disinterested, she had thought no one would disturb her. Unexpectedly, Callie had come over, initiating conversation. As Nyla observed the gentle expression on Callie's face, a sardonic grin took root in her thoughts. She now understood Ethan's distaste for her; he evidently preferred someone more like Callie. "Leave her be, Callie. That woman is nothing but trouble. Who knows who she'll charm next? You're too good for her." These words came from Stella Brooks, the daughter of Ethan's second brother. Nyla turned toward Stella, her expression teasingly challenging. "Perhaps you're right. Maybe I should seek out Lukas for an enlightening chat in his bedroom. He'd probably appreciate it. And perhaps tomorrow I'll drop by Austen's place--I still know how to get in." Lukas Brooks, Stella's younger brother, had been captivated by Nyla from the start, wanting nothing more than to stay by her side. His family, convinced of Nyla's manipulative charm, met her with cold disdain. Consequently, Lukas found himself transferred to a distant boarding school. Austen Mitchell, the focus of Stella's unrequited affections, had grown up next door to Nyla. Their families were intertwined, and he always saw Nyla as kin, a fact unknown to many. This was the root of Stella's vehement animosity toward Nyla. Originally, Nyla endured her insults, but Stella's escalation to physical threats forced Nyla to retaliate. "Shame on you!" Stella seethed, her cheeks burning. "Don't think for a moment you belong in the Brooks household just because you share our roof! You're no better than your mother. It's clear now why your family crumbled--you thrive on being a shameless intruder!" Shadows flickered in Nyla's eyes, her fist tightening inside her sleeve, though her expression remained calm. "Has Austen actually accepted your advances? You seem to be the one relentlessly pursuing him. He freely opens his door to me. Can you say the same? Your efforts seem futile. He shows no interest in you." Stella's eyes welled up, her hand lifted for a slap, but Callie intervened just in time. "Stella, that was uncalled for. Why would you say such things?" Callie's voice carried the weight of a mentor scolding a student. Flushed and tearful, Stella bit her tongue following Callie's sharp scolding. With a restrained smile but firm voice, Callie maintained her composed aristocratic air. "You're under the Brooks' roof now, Nyla. It's high time to leave your old ways behind. We expect decorum in a family of the Brooks family's standing." Nyla noted Callie's attempt to shame her and wondered about her motives. Her secret with Ethan was safe. What was driving Callie's hostility? Was it just a personal dislike? Nyla's lethargy vanished, replaced by simmering annoyance. "Stella called me a shameless intruder and hurled insults, yet you don't accuse her of indecorum. I merely stated some facts, less harshly than her, and yet here you are, Miss Higgins, accusing me of impropriety." Nyla's voice was measured as she locked eyes with Callie, her laughter tinged with scorn. "So, this is your definition of decorum, Miss Higgins? Your upbringing must indeed be exemplary." Chapter 7 Lecture Me On Callie's Behalf? Callie's expression shifted, her eyes softening with a tinge of apology. "I didn't mean it like that," she said gently. "I just thoughtโฆ it might help you to fit in better with the Brooks family." Nyla's gaze swept over the two women in front of her. Stella still looked like she was ready to tear her apart, while Callie's carefully composed friendliness had started to crumble. Suddenly, the family dinner didn't seem so dull after all. One person warned her not to dream too big about the Brooks family, and the other subtly reminded her of her place as an outsider. How delightfully amusing. "And what does that have to do with you, Miss Higgins?" Nyla asked, standing abruptly. A sly smile curved her lips as she added, "Stella does have a point, though. Who knows who I'll charm next? Maybe one dayโฆ Ethan will end up in my b*d too. Instead of worrying about me, Miss Higgins, you might want to keep an eye on yourself." The smile vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Without waiting for a response, Nyla turned and strode toward the garden. "You b**ch! How dare you even think about Uncle Ethan!" Stella's shrill voice pierced the air. "Callie, see? She doesn't deserve your kindness. She's shameless!" Callie's eyes lingered on Nyla's retreating figure, all pretense of kindness gone. Her voice was cold and measured. "Just an outsider. Does she really think the Brooks family will protect her? Let's see how long she lasts." The garden, though chilled by the winter air, offered a quiet sanctuary to Nyla. Dinner still hadn't been served--Roger Brooks, Ethan's father, hadn't arrived yet. Nyla was grateful she wasn't particularly hungry. Otherwise, she might have had an outright clash with Vicki and left. Most of the flowers had withered, leaving the once vibrant landscape barren and forlorn. She studied the decayed flowers, finding an odd comfort in their desolation. Settling onto a swing tucked in the corner of the garden, Nyla pushed herself back and forth lightly, lost in thought. The Ethan situation was spiraling. If things ended between them now, her carefully laid plans would collapse. When she first approached Ethan, she'd told herself it was all calculated--a means to an end. But somewhere along the way, her emotions had betrayed her. She'd been starved of love for so long that the taste of it--however fleeting--had made her greedy. She didn't want to let him go. "Do you think you can hide out here after stirring trouble?" Ethan's voice cut through the stillness, sharp yet calm. "Do you think the Brooks family is that forgiving?" Nyla froze for a second before resuming her lazy swaying. The light from the house spilled onto her figure, casting her in an ethereal glow that made her seem almost otherworldly--a delicate flower in a crumbling garden. She tilted her head slightly, her hair spilling across her chest, and smiled faintly. "So, are you here to lecture me on your future fiancรฉe's behalf?" Her eyes, glimmering with playful defiance, locked onto his. Ethan hated and loved those eyes--the mischievous glint that made her look like a sly little fox, always drawing him closer. "You're getting bolder." "If that's your reason, you can save your breath," Nyla retorted, bitterness threading her words. "I won't apologize. And you don't have to remind me of my place either. Whether the Brooks family hates me or not is none of your concern. After all, I'm justโฆ insignificant, right?" Ethan's expression darkened instantly. He crossed the distance between them in a few long strides and pulled her down onto his lap as sat on the swing, its frame gr*aning under their combined weight. "Have you already forgotten who was in my b*d yesterday, pleasing me?" Nyla's eyes widened as she struggled against him, "Let go of me! Ethan, this is the Brooks Mansion. Someone will see!" ...... What happens next? 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Novia del Seรฑor Millonario | El hombre con el que la chica saliรณ durante 3 aรฑos la engaรฑรณ con una heredera adinerada y la abandonรณ. Devastada, ella fue a un bar para desahogarse, pero no esperaba que pasara una noche apasionante con un desconocido. ===== Era de noche y acababa de tener relaciones s*xuales con un hombre que no conocรญa. No soy una mu**rzuela. Hice eso porque estaba muy triste. El novio con el que habรญa estado saliendo por tres aรฑos me dijo que no era amable, considerada ni s*nsual antes de irse a Inglaterra con una mujer rica. A pesar de que, ante mis amigos, aparentaba ser fuerte, estaba muy triste, asรญ que, para animarme, fui sola a un bar y bebรญ mucho. Fue en ese bar donde conocรญ a ese hombre, del cual ni siquiera recordaba su apariencia. De pronto, escuchรฉ el sonido del agua corriendo. รl estaba tomando una ducha. Abrรญ los ojos lentamente y vi que estaba en una lujosa habitaciรณn de huรฉspedes. El sol de la maรฑana brillaba sobre las sรกbanas, la r**a interior y los zapatos que estaban tirados sobre la alfombra. Levantรฉ el edredรณn y mirรฉ mi cuerpo d*snudo, que estaba lleno de marcas de b**os apasionados. Cerrรฉ los ojos y algunos recuerdos pasaron por mi mente. Casi todos eran fragmentos de lo que habรญa pasado ayer. El hombre habรญa presionado mi cuerpo contra el suyo... Tenรญa que admitir que las habilidades del hombre en la c*ma no eran tan malas... Oh, no, ese no era el momento para pensar en esas cosas. Nunca me habรญa acostado con un extraรฑo. En aquel entonces, no sabรญa cรณmo afrontar todo lo que habรญa pasado. Pensรฉ en huir antes de que el hombre saliera del baรฑo y me viera, asรญ que me levantรฉ de la cama, me vestรญ, cogรญ mi bolso y caminรฉ de puntillas hasta la puerta. Sin embargo, la puerta del baรฑo se abriรณ antes de que pudiera huir y vi a un hombre muy guapo. Tenรญa cabello grueso y dorado y un rostro muy atractivo. A travรฉs de su bata de baรฑo, que estaba un poco suelta, podรญa ver el contorno de los mรบsculos de su pecho. รl era muy fuerte y s*nsual. Mi corazรณn empezรณ a latir muy rรกpido. No podรญa controlar mis emociones. Este hombre era mucho mรกs guapo que el desgraciado de mi exnovio. De repente, el recuerdo de nuestra noche de pasiรณn volviรณ a aparecer en mi mente... al darme cuenta de lo que habรญa pasado entre nosotros, sentรญ que mis mejillas ardรญan. Neguรฉ con la cabeza, intentando sacar esos recuerdos de mi mente. Me abaniquรฉ con la mano para calmar mi agitado corazรณn, pero fue inรบtil. En comparaciรณn con mi inquietud y mi ansiedad, el hombre estaba muy tranquilo. Cuando levantรฉ la vista, me percatรฉ de que รฉl me estaba mirando de pies a cabeza, como si estuviera examinando un producto. Vi que la comisura de sus labios se torcรญa y que mostraba una expresiรณn desdeรฑosa. ยฟPor quรฉ estaba haciendo esa mueca? El hombre caminรณ hacia la cama y cogiรณ su billetera. Dentro, vi que tenรญa un fajo grueso de billetes. ยฟQuรฉ significaba esto? ยฟรl querรญa pagarme por eso? ยฟPretendรญa tratarme como una pr*stituta? Me sentรญ muy ofendida y decidรญ contraatacar. De inmediato, saquรฉ los 150 dรณlares que tenรญa en mi bolso y los tirรฉ sobre la sรกbana antes de que รฉl pudiera darme el dinero. Me crucรฉ de brazos y fingรญ estar tranquila. "Aunque eres guapo, no tienes muy buen fรญsico y tus habilidades en la c*ma no son muy buenas", dije, mirรกndolo fijamente. "Esto es todo lo que vales". Dije eso a propรณsito, ya que, como estaba cara a cara con un hombre que querรญa humillarme, no querรญa que รฉl se diera cuenta de que ahora no tenรญa mucho dinero. "ยฟQuรฉ dijiste?" El hombre preguntรณ. Por su tono de voz, se notaba que estaba furioso. Como yo ya habรญa dicho lo que sentรญa, no podรญa retractarme. No importaba lo avergonzada que estuviera, tenรญa que obligarme a mantener la calma. Para hacer mi actuaciรณn un poco mรกs creรญble, me acerquรฉ al hombre y le di unas palmaditas en el hombro. "Te sugiero que me hagas un descuento y que mejores tus habilidades", le dije en un tono serio. "Una vez que hayas obtenido mรกs experiencia, puedes cobrar mรกs". Despuรฉs de esto, me volteรฉ y me fui lo mรกs rรกpido que pude. No obstante, mientras huรญa, pude escuchar al hombre exclamar: "ยกM*ldita sea!" Lo habรญa hecho enojar... Capรญtulo 2 Bella: ยกEra รฉl! No me atrevรญa a detenerme y caminรฉ mรกs rรกpido. Si el hombre intentaba usar su fuerza para frenarme, era obvio que yo no fuera rival para รฉl. Por fortuna, no intentรณ alcanzarme. Todavรญa tenรญa miedo y estaba temblando cuando salรญ del hotel. Puse mi mano sobre mi agitado corazรณn, agradeciendo que habรญa sido muy rรกpida al huir. En el futuro, ya no tendrรญa nada que ver con ese hombre, puesto que no sabรญa su nombre ni dรณnde vivรญa. Ya no tenรญa que preocuparme mรกs por รฉl, asรญ que me sentรญ mรกs relajada. Despuรฉs de desayunar, decidรญ ir a la empresa y, cuando estaba a medio camino, recibรญ una llamada de Susan, mi madre. "Hija, tu tรญo John cumple 60 aรฑos hoy", me djio cuando contestรฉ. "Vamos a celebrar con un banquete en el hotel Conrad. Tienes que ir". "No, mamรก. No quiero ir". Respondรญ. Sabรญa que, si iba al banquete, tendrรญa que ver a mi padre y a mi madrastra. Pese a que ya era adulta, mi padre nos habรญa engaรฑado a mรญ y a mi madre y yo aรบn no podรญa perdonarlo. "Tu tรญo John y tu tรญa Carter siempre han sido muy buenos contigo", mi madre dijo, intentando persuadirme. "Ellos fueron los que me dijeron que te invite". Yo sabรญa que mis tรญos siempre se habรญan portado bien conmigo. Cuando mi padre nos dejรณ, yo tenรญa menos de diez aรฑos. En ese entonces, si no hubiera sido por el tรญo John y la tรญa Carter, la vida de mi madre y la mรญa hubiera sido mucho mรกs difรญcil de lo que habรญa sido. "Estรก bien, irรฉ". Respondรญ, despuรฉs de pensarlo por un momento. "Por favor, no causes problemas cuando veas a tu padre". Mi madre me pidiรณ en un tono suplicante. "No te preocupes que ni รฉl ni yo causaremos problemas". Dije antes de colgar el telรฉfono. En aquel entonces, mi madre se habรญa arrodillado en el suelo, delante de mi padre, suplicรกndole que no nos dejara. Mientras no se divorciaran y รฉl pudiera darnos un hogar a las dos, ella habรญa estado dispuesta a ignorar el amorรญo que รฉl tenรญa. Sin embargo, el desgraciado de mi padre no habรญa estado satisfecho con ese arreglo y al final no solo se divorciรณ de mi madre, sino que tambiรฉn se habรญa llevado todo el dinero que teniamos, dejรกndonos sin un solo centavo y sin un lugar dรณnde vivir. Despuรฉs de eso, solo mi madre y yo sabรญamos lo mucho que habรญamos sufrido... Cuando lleguรฉ a la empresa, despejรฉ mi mente de esos recuerdos amargos. Habรญa llegado justo a tiempo. Fui hacia mi escritorio y Joey Farmiga, mi colega, se acercรณ a mรญ. "Hola, querida", me saludรณ. Estaba de buen humor esta maรฑana. "ยฟNo terminaste con tu novio? No se nota tu tristeza". Yo solรญa tener una buena relaciรณn con Joey y sabรญa que no habรญa dicho eso con malas intenciones. "Anoche me gastรฉ 150 dรณlares en un pr*stituto, para consolar mi corazรณn herido", dije con una sonrisa. "ยฟTan poco?" Joey preguntรณ, curvando los labios. "Un hombre tan barato no puede haber sido muy bueno". Tan pronto como escuchรฉ esto, supe que Joey no se lo habรญa tomado en serio. Solรญamos hacernos todo tipo de bromas. Cualquiera que nos escuchara, pensarรญa que รฉramos personas muy lib*rales, que solรญan contratar pr*stitutos y pagar por divertirse, pero la verdad era que, en la vida real รฉramos conservadoras y no tenรญamos la mente tan abierta como aparentรกbamos. Incluso si le habรญa dicho a Joey directamente que habรญa t**ido r**aciones con un pr*stituto la noche anterior, ella pensรณ que estaba bromeando. No creรญa que eso fuera verdad. Decidรญ no explicarle, solo sonreรญ y me quedรฉ callada. "Por cierto", Joey dijo, cambiando el tema. "Acabo de escuchar que la empresa tiene un nuevo jefe". "Yo soy solo una asistente", respondรญ. Mi estado de รกnimo era muy tranquilo, como un lago sin olas. "No me importa quiรฉn sea el nuevo jefe". No obstante, Joey siguiรณ. "Escuchรฉ que es el heredero del Grupo Wharton y que su padre es un alto funcionario del gobierno y su madre es la presidenta de la sede", explicรณ. "Tambiรฉn escuchรฉ que es guapo y joven. Ahora, todas las mujeres de la empresa se mueren por ver si los rumores son ciertos". Mientras mรกs hablaba, mรกs se emocionaba. "Suena como alguien inalcanzable", respondรญ. "No creo que alguna de nosotras estรฉ a su altura". Todavรญa estaba muy tranquila, ya que no podรญa fantasear con un hombre con el que no tenรญa ninguna chance. Al mismo tiempo, Gary Ackerman, mi superior, vino hasta donde Joey y yo estรกbamos. "El nuevo jefe va a asumir el cargo", me dijo, muy serio. "Todo el personal que tenga un puesto por encima del de gerente de departamento tiene que ir a la sala de conferencias, para la reuniรณn de presentaciรณn". Me apresurรฉ a tomar mi libreta y mi bolรญgrafo y lo seguรญ. De pronto, Joey me mirรณ y parpadeรณ un par de veces. Cuando la vi, me di cuenta que querรญa que le tomara una foto al nuevo jefe. Sin embargo, al entrar a la sala de conferencias, vi que estaba llena de gente. Yo solo era una asistente, asรญ que me fui a una esquina a sentarme. De hecho, no estaba interesada en el nuevo jefe en absoluto. En ese momento, en lo รบnico que podรญa pensar era en el rostro del hombre de esta maรฑana. Me acordรฉ en la expresiรณn que puso cuando le entreguรฉ los 150 dรณlares y no pude evitar taparme la boca y reรญrme. Ahora que lo pensaba bien, tenรญa que admitir que habรญa ido muy lejos. Pero el hombre me habรญa mirado con desprecio. Ademรกs, habรญa sacado su billetera y pretendรญa pagarme, como si fuera una pr*stituta. Yo solo habรญa usado su mismo mรฉtodo y habรญa hecho lo mismo que รฉl querรญa hacer. De repente, volvรญ a la realidad al escuchar que todos los asistentes empezaban a aplaudir. Un hombre guapo, que vestรญa un traje negro, entrรณ en la sala de conferencias rodeado de gente. Me quedรฉ mirando ese hermoso rostro por varios segundos sin poder cerrar la boca por la sorpresa. ยฟPor quรฉ รฉl estaba aquรญ? Pensรฉ que algo andaba mal con mi vista y me frotรฉ los ojos. Cuando los volvรญ a abrir, me di cuenta que el nuevo jefe era el hombre con el que me habรญa acostado la noche anterior. Habรญa gastado 150 dรณiares para a*ostarme con รฉl y ahora veรญa que ese hombre era el nuevo jefe. ยกDios mรญo! ยฟEra demasiado tarde para salir corriendo de ahรญ? Capรญtulo 3 Bella: Ofendiendo al jefe Habรญa gastado 150 dรณlares para a*ostarme con un pr*stituto que, al final, habรญa terminado siendo el nuevo jefe. No podรญa creerlo. Era demasiado insรณlito para ser verdad. De pronto, me acordรฉ de lo que le habรญa dicho al nuevo jefe... que sus habilidades en la c*ma no eran muy buenas y que deberรญa hacerme un descuento... ยกDios mรญo! ยฟPor quรฉ le habรญa dicho eso? Si llegaba a reconocerme, ยฟme despedirรญa? No, no me podรญan despedir. Mi madre y mi hermana todavรญa necesitaban que las ayude con los gastos. Tenรญa que calmarme. No podรญa perder los estribos. Respirรฉ hondo un par de veces y tratรฉ de mantener la calma, pero me temblaban las piernas. Mirรฉ al hombre que estaba sentado frente a mรญ y me asegurรฉ de que no notara mi presencia. Solo asรญ me sentรญ un poco aliviada. Bajรฉ la cabeza y cubrรญ mi rostro con mi largo cabello. Ahora todo lo que deseaba era que Herbert Wharton, el nuevo jefe de la empresa, no me prestara atenciรณn. Por fortuna, habรญa mucha gente en la sala de conferencias, asรญ que lo mรกs probable era que no me haya visto. Cada segundo que tuve que estar en ese lugar fue una tortura para mรญ. Por fin, la reuniรณn llegรณ a su final y respirรฉ un poco mรกs tranquila, ahora que, al parecer, las cosas habรญan salido mejor de las que me esperaba. Parecรญa que Herbert no se habรญa dado cuenta que yo estaba ahรญ. Cuando llegรณ el momento de salir de la sala de conferencias, me apresurรฉ en pararme y escaparme en medio de la multitud. Al regresar a la oficina, lo primero que hice fue llevar a Joey a un lado y contarle lo que habรญa pasado. Joey me miraba boquiabierta. Estaba en shock. "Tuviste mucha suerte de a*ostarte con el nuevo jefe". "Deja de bromear", le respondรญ. "Me preocupa que quiera vengarse de mรญ y termine despidiรฉndome. Todavรญa tengo que ayudar a mi madre y a mi hermana a pagar sus gastos. No puedo perder mi trabajo". Estaba muy ansiosa y me volvรญ a arrepentir de mi comportamiento errรกtico. ยฟPor quรฉ habรญa tenido que ir a ese bar a beber sola? ยฟPor quรฉ tuve una a*entura de una n*che con un hombre que no conocรญa? ยฟPor quรฉ le paguรฉ 150 dรณlares? ยฟPor quรฉ le dije que sus habilidades en la c*ma no eran buenas? Me encontraba en una situaciรณn muy difรญcil. Sin embargo, Joey se encogiรณ de hombros. "No te preocupes", me dijo, tratando de consolarme. "Tal vez รฉl ni siquiera te vio". Aun asรญ, antes de que ella pudiera terminar de hablar, se escuchรณ la voz del gerente. "Bella, el Sr. Wharton quiere que vayas a su oficina cuanto antes". Dijo. Fui a la oficina del nuevo jefe sintiรฉndome nerviosa e inquieta. Al entrar en la oficina, vi a ese hombre que ahora era familiar y mi respiraciรณn se acelerรณ. La รบltima vez que lo habรญa visto habรญa sido en el hotel. รl habรญa estado en bata. Ahora, tenรญa puesto un traje y era el nuevo jefe de la empresa. La vida siempre estaba llena de sorpresas. Desde que di un paso dentro de la oficina, รฉl habรญa estado revisando documentos en su escritorio, como si no hubiera notado mi presencia. "Sr. Wharton", dije en un tono halagador, despuรฉs de respirar hondo. "ยฟMe estaba buscando?" รl levantรณ la mirada y, rรกpidamente, sonreรญ. No querรญa ofenderlo de nuevo. Mucho menos ahora que era el jefe de la empresa. Por su parte, Herbert me miraba de pies a cabeza con sus ojos hostiles y llenos de desdรฉn. En resumen, me estaba haciendo sentir muy incรณmoda. Odiaba mucho su mirada. Era muy desdeรฑosa, como si estuviera mirando a una hormiga o a un bicho. De todos modos, todavรญa tenรญa que trabajar en su empresa, asรญ que todo lo que podรญa hacer era aguantarme. Eventualmente, dejรณ el bolรญgrafo a un lado y se recostรณ en el amplio asiento de cuero. "No me imaginaba que las trabajadoras de la empresa fueran tan lib*rales", dijo con frialdad. "En serio no me esperaba eso". Su frรญa voz y sus provocativas palabras hicieron que respondiera sin pensar. "Pues parece que su vida privada tambiรฉn estรก llena de sorpresas". Dije. 'Somos iguales', pensรฉ para mis adentros. 'Si yo soy una p*rvertida, entonces tรบ eres un m*jeriego'. Al escuchar esto, la expresiรณn de Herbert, el nuevo jefe, se volviรณ muy fea. Parecรญa que habรญa vuelto a ofender a mi jefe... Capรญtulo 4 Bella: Nuestra ambigua relaciรณn Bajรฉ la cabeza de inmediato. A pesar de que estaba feliz de haberle dicho lo que se merecรญa, me sentรญa un poco arrepentida de haberlo hecho. Al fin y al cabo, querรญa seguir trabajando en Wharton Group. No debรญ haber actuado de manera tan impulsiva. Despuรฉs de decir eso, la oficina se quedรณ en completo silencio. Incluso se podรญan escuchar nuestras respiraciones. Levantรฉ la vista para ver el rostro del jefe y vi que me estaba mirando con una expresiรณn muy complicada. No tenรญa idea lo que รฉl estaba pensando. De pronto, lo vi sacar 150 dรณlares de su billetera y ponerlos frente a mรญ. "Seรฑorita Stepanek, creo es necesario que le deje en claro que, aparte de ser el jefe de la sede del Grupo Wharton, no tengo ningรบn otro trabajo", dijo en un tono de voz muy serio. "Por eso le pido que acepte los 150 dรณlares de vuelta". Estaba atรณnita, ยฟentonces รฉl me habรญa hecho venir hasta su oficina solo para demostrarme que no era un pr*stituto? "Entiendo lo que quiere decir", respondรญ con una sonrisa. Suspirรฉ, aliviada, para mis adentros. Tal vez las cosas no eran tan serias como pensaba. Sin embargo, cuando extendรญ la mano para recibir los 150 dรณlares, รฉl puso otros 100 dรณlares. Esto me dejรณ muy sorprendida y lo mirรฉ, desconcertada. "ยฟSeรฑor Wharton?" Preguntรฉ, confundida. "Estos 100 dรณlares son tu recompensa, por lo que hicimos anoche", dijo con un aire de superioridad. "Como no eres muy buena en la c*ma, esto es todo lo que vales". 'M*ldita sea', pensรฉ para mรญ misma. Tenรญa muchas ganas de insultarlo en voz alta. Lo que me habรญa querido decir era que yo era incluso mรกs barata que un pr*stituto sin talento que valรญa 150 dรณlares. ยฟSolo valรญa 100 dรณlares? Me sentรญ muy desdichada, pero no querรญa perder mi trabajo, asรญ que, aunque estaba furiosa, no podรญa demostrarlo. Respirรฉ hondo para calmar mi ira. Luego cogรญ los 250 dรณlares. "Si eso es todo, regresarรฉ a trabajar". Dije. Salรญ corriendo de la oficina del nuevo jefe y, tan pronto como regresรฉ a mi cubรญculo, Joey se me acercรณ. "ยฟPor quรฉ te estaba buscando?" Me preguntรณ. "Para decirme que, aparte de este, no tenรญa otro trabajo", respondรญ despuรฉs de pensarlo por un momento. "ยฟEso fue todo?" Joey insistiรณ. No podรญa decirle lo que pasรณ despuรฉs de esto. Me sentรญa muy avergonzada. "Eso fue todo", dije, encongiรฉndome de hombros. "Quรฉ aburrido", Joey exclamรณ. Se veรญa muy descontenta. "ยฟEstรกs decepcionada?" Preguntรฉ. Al oรญr esto, Joey se riรณ. "Pensรฉ que te estaba buscando para seguir con su relaciรณn am*rosa". Dijo. "No estoy interesada". Respondรญ a toda prisa. "ยฟNo estรกs interesada?" Joey dijo, indignada. "Por Dios, ยฟsabes quรฉ dirรญan los demรกs si supieran que te a*ostaste con el nuevo jefe?" Suspirรณ. "ยฟSabes cuรกntas mujeres estarรญan celosas de ti?" Preguntรณ, mirando la foto de Herbert en su telรฉfono. Solo bastรณ unas cuantas horas para que la foto del nuevo jefe se vuelva viral en los chats grupales de las trabajadoras de la empresa. "Entonces serรก mejor que mantengas la boca cerrada", le advertรญ. "No quiero ser la envidia de nadie". Sonreรญ, negando con la cabeza. No obstante, Joey no quiso dejarme ir tan fรกcil. "Oye, dime, ยฟquรฉ se siente t*ner s*xo con el jefe?" Preguntรณ, arqueando las cejas. Levantรฉ una ceja y sentรญ que me estaba sonrojando. "Es... como cualquier otro hombre", dije, pese a que mi corazรณn estaba latiendo muy rรกpido al recordar la noche anterior. "Si no me crees, puedes comprobarlo tรบ misma". "Ojalรก pudiera". Joey dijo, suspirando. Luego puso los ojos en blanco y regresรณ a su cubรญculo. A pesar de que me habรญa a*ostado con el nuevo jefe, habรญa sido una lรกstima que haya estado tan borracha en ese momento y no pudiera recordar con exactitud todo lo que habรญa sentido. Mientras pensaba en esto, me arrepentรญ un poco. Aun asรญ, ya no tendrรญa otra oportunidad para volver a acostarme con Herbert en el futuro. Si no fuera porque รฉl era el nuevo jefe de la empresa, no habrรญa ninguna conexiรณn entre nosotros. Justo cuando estaba pensando en esto, mi telรฉfono sonรณ. Era una llamada de Susan. Sabรญa que llamaba para recordarme que asistiera a la fiesta de cumpleaรฑos del tรญo John, mรกs tarde. Respirรฉ hondo al pensar en la escena a la que posiblemente tendrรญa que enfrentarme esta noche... Pedรญ permiso para salir temprano del trabajo y, a la una de la tarde, lleguรฉ al Hotel Conrad. Le entreguรฉ su regalo de cumpleaรฑos al tรญo John y dije unas palabras en su honor. Mi padre aรบn no habรญa llegado, y no tenรญa intenciรณn de ver lo felices que รฉl y su am*nte eran. Estaba pensando en irme antes de que รฉl llegara, pero la tรญa Carter me detuvo. "Bella, nos iremos despuรฉs de almorzar", me djio. "Estamos esperando que llegue otro invitado muy importante". "ยฟQuรฉ invitado importante?" Preguntรฉ con curiosidad. El tรญo John y la tรญa Carter eran personas comunes y corrientes, y sus amigos eran personas trabajadoras, como nosotras. ยฟPor quรฉ el tรญo tendrรญa invitados importantes? "Es el hijo de uno de los compaรฑeros de armas de tu tรญo John", la tรญa Carter respondiรณ emocionada. "Ah, por cierto, tambiรฉn es el nuevo jefe de tu empresa". "ยฟQuรฉ?" Exclamรฉ. Estaba atรณnida al escuchar lo que la tรญa Carter habรญa dicho. Herbert otra vez. ยฟPor quรฉ tenรญa que toparme con รฉl donde sea que vaya? 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No | 2025-02-24 19:57 | active | 2626 | 0 | Read next chapter | On her wedding day, her stepsister set her up, framing her with accusations of promiscuity, academic fraud, and attempted murder. She was personally brought to court by her fiancรฉ and imprisoned for three years, enduring inhuman torment! ===== On the day Khloe Evans was put on trial by her fiance, it was raining heavily. "Khloe Evans, you are suspected of bribing competition judges, academic fraud, and attempted homicide. Do you plead guilty or not?" Inside the silent and solemn courtroom, the judge's gavel echoed, signaling the start of a tense moment. Khloe's bl**dshot eyes were filled with anger and desperation, staring at Eric Watson, her fiance. She couldn't help but sneer. They had spent four years from falling in love to getting married; she had always believed that he loved her deeply and that their married life would be blissful. But on their wedding day, he personally put her on trial because of her stepsister's words. The Watson family was one of the wealthiest and most influential families in the country. No one would dare to offend them for a nobody like her. Khloe said word by word, "I have nothing to say." All along, she thought Eric was the love of her life. But it turned out he had been having an a**air with her stepsister, Sloane Evans. What was more, he had stolen her academic achievements. And now, he falsely accused her of being a m*rderer. He was ruthless. What else could she say? The judge banged his gavel again and gave his verdict. "The court hereby sentences the defendant, Khloe Evans, to eight years in prison and a fine of three hundred thousand dollars." The trial concluded, and the prison guards escorted Khloe. As she walked out of the courtroom, Khloe turned and looked back at Eric, sitting in the plaintiff's seat, her eyes burning with deep hatred and fury. ...... Three years had passed. "Khloe Evans, someone has bailed you out. You're free to go." Upon hearing that, Khloe raised her head, her pale face filled with shock. After suffering from endless torture for three years, she had thought that she was bound to stay there for the full sentence. She didn't expect that she would be released one day. An hour after she was released from prison, Khloe was taken to a hospital. She entered a ward, and her heart clenched when she saw her mother through the ICU door, lying motionless in the hospital bed. With a pale face and various apparatus connected to her body, she looked lifeless. "Mom..." Khloe got all worked up, her voice trembling with emotion. She wanted to open the door and go in. "Stop it! This ward is specially secured. No one is allowed to enter without my permission." A female voice suddenly rang out behind her. Khloe turned around and was surprised to see the person who spoke. "Sloane? My mom severed ties with the Evans family long ago. Why are you still doing this to her?" As she spoke, she glared at Sloane with eyes full of hatred. Sloane looked at Khloe, a flicker of jealousy and disdain flashing across her eyes. Then, she sneered, "Khloe, looks like you are mistaken. I'm saving her. Without me, your mother would have died long ago. Perhaps, by the time you come out of prison, you will only see her tomb." Khloe took a deep breath to calm herself down. "Sloane, stop being so hypocritical. You are saving my mother? Only a fool will believe that. What are you really up to? You're using her to manipulate me, right?" "Khloe, you're as clever as ever. No wonder they called you the rising star of academia. But it's a pity that you are now a convict for attempted murder. And your fate is in my hands," Sloane taunted. "So, today, all you need to do is spend a night with Karl Russell. Then, I'll arrange for your release and your mother's treatment." "Karl Russell? That old man is already in his sixties. Are you out of your mind?" Khloe's eyes widened in disbelief. "So what? Should I care? It's you who are going to sleep with him, not me. As long as you spend one night with him, our family can secure the Russell family's arms deal. It's a very lucrative business. You should feel honored that you are selling out your body to make so much money for us. But if you refuse..." Sloane pointed to the ICU. "I'll have them remove your mom's life support, and she'll die right in front of you. I'll give you five seconds to decide. Five, four, three..." "Fine! I'll go," Khloe agreed in despair. This time, she could no longer suppress the tears she had been holding back. She was left with no choice. For the sake of her mother, she had to do it. After freshening up, Khloe was put into a car. Tonight, she was destined to sleep with a sixty-something disgusting man. And she was still a v**gin. Chapter 2 Henrik Watson That night, the car glided through the deserted streets, headlights cutting into the night's inky darkness. Bang! A g*nshot shattered the silence, deafening and ominously close. Glass sprayed across the seats as the car window exploded, fragments glittering in the dim streetlights. All hell broke loose. Terrified creams echoed in the street as the few remaining shops hurried to lower their shutters. The driver, white-faced and trembling, veered in a panic. The car skidded, tires screeching before slamming into the curb. He slumped forward, unconscious. Beside him, Khloe blinked, disoriented from the impact. Pressing a hand to her throbbing head, she tried to make sense of what had happened. Through the cracked window, she glimpsed flickering orange flames a short distance away. "Oh, no!" She'd stumbled straight into the deadly crossfires of a g*nfight. It was likely a turf war turned ugly by two warring gangs. Steadying herself, Khloe pushed open the door and crouched low, inching towards the roadside. But before she could move further, a figure emerged from the darkness. Tall and powerfully built, he was moving fast. Even though a mask obscured most of his features, she could still see his intense eyes and the proud outline of his nose. A dark stain spread across his side, seeping through his clothes--bl**d. He stumbled towards her, breathing heavily, and collapsed at her feet. Just then, another group of burly men burst from the shadows, each armed to the teeth. Their faces were etched with vicious determination, each bearing a t**too on the hand. "Perfect! He's down. Now, finish him off!" The leader, bald and snarling, held up his g*n and pointed it towards the fallen man. Then, his gaze fell on Khloe. She was dressed to the nines, as she was meant to be a gift for a man tonight. A tight red dress hugged her perfect figure, accentuating her curves and complimenting her porcelain skin. Her glossy hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a delicate, doll-like face with wide, innocent eyes. In a word, she looked like a vision from a dream--or a man's t**ptation made flesh. The bald man's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with le**erous intent. He had never seen such a beautiful woman before, and he wasn't about to let an opportunity like this slide. "While you're finishing him off, I'll help myself to this beauty." He lunged, shoving Khloe back against the shattered window, pressing his weight against her. "No, please!" she pleaded, her voice trembling as she tried to pull away. "Please don't hurt me." "Why would I hurt a beauty like you?" he taunted, his fingers gripping her shoulder tightly as he leaned closer, his hot breath on her skin. His men jeered behind him, urging him on, enjoying the show. But Khloe's hand moved, almost imperceptibly, reaching into her purse. In one swift, desperate motion, her fingers closed around a pen, and she drove it up into his neck with a fierce thrust. The bald man's eyes widened in shock as bl**d spurted from the wound, his grip loosening. Gone was the look of a damsel in distress; her eyes, which were so full of fear just a second earlier, now glinted with a cold light. What was once a delicate, angelic beauty had transformed into a bl**d-stained rose, dark and dangerous. "B**ch, you're asking for it!" The henchmen froze for a split second, then fury overcame them, and they charged at Khloe with murderous intent. Her voice cut through the chaos, sharp and commanding. "Don't move, or I'll pull the pen out! He'll bleed out on the spot!" The men abruptly stopped in their tracks. No one dared to move a muscle. At this moment, the man who'd been lying motionless suddenly sprang to life, g*n in hand, and unleashed a hail of b*llets on the stunned th*gs. He moved with such agility that it was clear his injury had only been a ruse. Even the bald man Khloe held hostage collapsed in a bl**dy heap, a bullet having shattered his skull in an instant. Khloe spun her head just in time, avoiding the bl**d splatter. But her clothes and legs weren't so lucky; they were stained with bl**d, sticky and warm. "Ugh!" The sickly, metallic scent hit her, and her stomach churned. She couldn't stop herself from retching, knees buckling as she collapsed sideways. But before she hit the ground, an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her upright. The man's grip was firm, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Feisty little thing, weren't you so badass just a second ago? What happened?" Khloe recoiled, shoving him away, her face twisting in defiance. "Let go of me!" Before she could get another word out, black-clad men suddenly emerged from the shadows, their faces hard, eyes cold. Even the surrounding rooftops showed silhouettes of these men, controlling all sniper points. Each man moved with such deadly precision, and Khloe could tell at a glance that they were all experienced killers. They brandished machine guns and rocket launchers with practiced ease, as though these were everyday items. In a word, they looked like an elite strike force--battle-hardened, lethal. Unexpectedly, one by one, they all started dropping to their knees, as though bowing before a king. Thousands of them bowed in unison. "Awaiting your orders, Mr. Watson," the leader announced reverently. Khloe's breath hitched. "Are you Henrik Watson?" Chapter 3 The Kiss Henrik accepted a handkerchief from his trusted aide, Rhett Foster, wiping the bl**d from his hands with deliberate, almost regal precision. He then removed his mask slowly, revealing a face that could seize anyone's breath. His eyes were dark, magnetic pools, deep enough to pull anyone in. And above his perfectly-shaped lips was a prominent, sculpted nose. His chiseled features conveyed both power and beauty, almost too flawless to belong to any ordinary man. It was the kind of face that could eclipse even the brightest stars in the showbiz. But more than his appearance, it was his aura--commanding, indomitable--that sent shivers down spines. This was a man who held dominion over countless lives. Henrik smiled, a flash of danger glinting in his eyes. "So what if I am?" Khloe's eyes went as wide as saucers. Henrik Watson--that name carried the weight of legend. Henrik had once been a branch member of the Watson family before vanishing into obscurity for ten long years. When he resurfaced, he singlehandedly seized control of the nation's underworld, rendering him a king without rival. In fact, he was so powerful that even the president treaded carefully around him. Khloe's ex-fiance, Eric, was a member of the Watson family, which had ascended from obscurity to supremacy solely thanks to Henrik. By blood, Eric was Henrik's nephew. So, if her marriage to Eric pushed through, Henrik would be her husband's uncle. Khloe's stepsister, Sloane, had maneuvered her into offering herself to Karl Russell. Though Karl held sway in the city, he was nothing against Henrik's underworld might. It was like comparing a lion to a mouse. As the thought struck her, hope flickered within Khloe. If she could gain Henrik's support, she might escape her forced sacrifice, and her mother could be saved. Steadying her breath, she asked tentatively, "Since I just helped you, could I ask you a favor?" Henrik's gaze sharpened, eyes gleaming with intrigue. It was the first time a woman had faced him with such poise, especially after witnessing him kill so many people. Interest piqued, Henrik strode towards Khloe with an almost lazy confidence, each step measured and unhurried. His sculpted fingers pinched her chin, lifting it so she was looking right at him. He held her gaze as he studied her with a trace of amusement in his eyes. His voice, low and rich, sent a chill through the air. "Do you have any idea who you're talking to? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" A shiver raced through Khloe's heart. His presence was overwhelming, like a storm cloud closing in, suffocating in its intensity. He was dangerous--merely speaking to him was like playing with fire. But she had nowhere else to turn; Henrik was her only chance. "I have a Ph.D. in chemistry and medicine, along with patents--highly profitable ones. If you help me, I can make you money," she said, voice steady but with a glint of desperation. Henrik shook his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Money?" he murmured, his fingers brushing her cheek. "Do I look like I lack money?" The scent of bl**d clung faintly to his skin, chilling her even as he remained outwardly gentle. Khloe's guard went up instinctively, her body tensing beneath his touch. "What do you want?" she ventured cautiously. "If it's within my power, I'm willing to exchange anything." A spark flickered in Henrik's dark eyes, something enigmatic and unreadable. He let his gaze drift over her as if considering her offer. "Anything, you say?" All of a sudden, he let out a chilling laugh. "Then I want this." In one swift motion, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. And there, before all his men, he kissed her. Chapter 4 Decisive Action The kiss came unexpectedly. Khloe was caught off guard, unable to respond in time. Henrik's subordinates stood frozen, their eyes wide with disbelief. They had all worked for him for years, and never once had they seen him so close with a woman. Henrik had always been the type to keep his distance from women. In the past, women who approached him either ended up as fish food or were sent to toil in the mines at his orders. What kind of spell had this woman cast? How was it that she managed to make Henrik abandon all his usual rules, and all on their very first meeting? As the crowd remained stunned and puzzled, Khloe's thoughts swirled in chaos, making it impossible to think straight. Henrik's kiss was overwhelming, like a storm crashing down on her, leaving her breathless and dizzy. She found herself trapped in his arms, held so tightly it felt as though she were a flower caught in a violent storm. Yet she was anything but fragile. Once the shock wore off, a surge of anger rose within her. For years, she had endured humiliation, her fall from grace plunging her into the darkest depths. But giving up was never an option; she had always been plotting her revenge. It was only natural that she refused to yield. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss with equal ferocity. After all, what harm could a kiss do? And the man was both devastatingly handsome and of high standing. She would not suffer any losses. She skillfully fought back with her t**gue, refusing to let him dominate her entirely. Instead of pulling back, she met his intensity head-on, taking the lead. What began as a one-sided kiss quickly transformed into a fierce exchange, each of them vying for control, pushing and pulling in a heated battle for dominance. The kiss was fierce and all-consuming, each second more passionate than the last, until they were both gasping for air. When they finally pulled away, their lips were swollen and stained with bl**d, a testament to the intensity of the moment. Henrik let go of Khloe, his hand brushing against the corner of his mouth where her teeth had left their mark. His gaze was intense, locking onto her with a depth that seemed to pierce right through her. Khloe held his stare steadily, not flinching or showing even the slightest sign of discomfort. Her fearless attitude earned her the respect of those watching. It was clear now why Henrik was drawn to her. She was bold, with a courage that couldn't be ignored. She had the audacity to bite Henrik's lips, unafraid of the consequences. Henrik continued to gaze at Khloe, a growing satisfaction building within him. The sting on his lips reminded him sharply of what had just happened. The woman standing before him, with a face as stunning as an angel's, was no delicate flower. She was a thorny rose, and anyone foolish enough to underestimate her would undoubtedly pay the price. But that was exactly what made her so captivating--it was the danger beneath the beauty that drew him in. "Mr. Watson, is everything to your liking?" Khloe asked, breaking the stillness. "Yes, let's go," Henrik replied with a smile. "Now, let's take care of your little issue." ...... What happens next? 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Read next chapter | An accident led her to marry the man she secretly loved. When he woke from his coma, he used her as a blood supply for his first love, even sending her to prison on false accusations, keeping her from seeing her grandmother one last time. Heartbroken, she demanded a divorce. ===== "It's been ages since we've had a moment like this..." Shane Brooks' l*ps brushed lightly against Yvonne Burton's ear. "Shane, I need to go to the hospital now..." Yvonne turned her head away, avoiding the ki*s Shane tried to steal. "Just this once!" Shane insisted. Time seemed to stretch endlessly. It wasn't until Yvonne felt the world around her spinning, faintness threatening to take over, that Shane finally let her go. "Did I hurt you?" His voice, rich and deep, carried a blend of concern and teasing. "How about I make it up to you with the latest designer bag?" Yvonne's eyelids fluttered open, her gaze locking onto him. The man before her was breathtakingly handsome, with features so refined they could have been sculpted by an artist. His usual cool and distant demeanor was still there, though now tinged with a faint, lingering pa*sion--proof of their recent intimacy. After three years of marriage, Yvonne had come to recognize this look. It was his tell, a sign that he was satisfied. That was why he was being so generous to her. Yvonne's lips curved into a bitter smile. "Did you forget? I haven't completed my sentence." "Then you can use the bag when you're out," Shane replied casually as if discussing the weather. Yvonne's chest tightened painfully. Shane had said it so nonchalantly, as though serving time was just a mundane inconvenience. "You will be released from prison soon, right?" His fingers trailed along her cheek with practiced ease. "I told you before, one year would fly by in the blink of an eye." Yvonne swallowed the lump in her throat, her hand clutching his as desperation seeped into her voice. "The hospital called me... They said my grandmother wasn't doing well. Could you come with me to the hospital to visit her?" Since she was still serving her sentence, she couldn't leave here freely. But she had earned a day of temporary release due to her good behavior in prison. Initially, her plan had been to go straight to the hospital. Yet, she had hesitated, worried her frail grandmother, Maggie Thomas, might be unsettled by her disheveled appearance. Returning home to freshen up had seemed like the right choice, but unexpectedly, she had run into Shane at home, who had just gotten back from a business trip overseas. She had really wanted to rush to the hospital, yet Shane had stopped her. He had been adamant, demanding his needs be met first, leaving her spending the entire morning here. Still, she thought, maybe this was good. If Shane accompanied her to the hospital, it would make her grandmother happy. But the next second, Shane pulled his hand away. Yvonne's heart sank like a stone tossed into deep water. "I've got something to do this afternoon. You can go on your own." Shane's words came out without hesitation. Standing up, he retrieved a card from the bedside drawer and held it out. "Use this to buy something nice for your grandmother." This wasn't unexpected for Yvonne--she had seen this play out before. Shane's preferred method of problem-solving always involved money. But she knew Maggie didn't need fancy gifts. What Maggie needed, what she longed for, was to see Shane and her being happy together as a family. Shane showered, got dressed, and left without so much as a goodbye. Yvonne rose slowly. She then busied herself with packing some homemade food to bring to the hospital--something Maggie would appreciate more than any store-bought gift. When she entered Maggie's hospital room, the sight before her made her bl**d run cold. The bag with the food slipped from her fingers, hitting the floor as she cried out, "Grandma!" Though Maggie had endured numerous hospital stays throughout her illness, she had never needed to use a ventilator. This really shocked Yvonne. Yvonne rushed to Maggie's bedside, her voice quavering with worry. "Grandma, I'm here! Open your eyes and look at me, Grandma!" Maggie's weathered eyelids fluttered open, a dim spark of recognition lighting her aged eyes. "Yvonne, you're here..." "Grandma, what happened?" Yvonne's words tumbled out in a panic. "The nurse said you were just feeling a bit unwell and missed me. Why does your condition look so severe?" "I asked the nurse not to worry you too much. Yvonne, I think I don't have much time left," Maggie replied. "No! That's not true!" Yvonne's trembling hand flew to Maggie's face. She then assessed Maggie's condition. Soon, her fears were confirmed--Maggie indeed had not much time left. Tears carved burning paths down Yvonne's cheeks as sadness threatened to tear her heart asunder. "Yvonne, life and death walk hand in hand. Don't cry." Maggie's papery fingers brushed Yvonne's wet cheek. "Having such a great granddaughter, I am satisfied with my life. I am just concerned about how you will live your life after I am gone." "Grandma, please stay with me!" Yvonne hastily scrubbed away her tears, forcing brightness into her voice. "I'll be out of prison in a month. Then I'll never leave your side. Remember how you longed to return to our hometown? Once you recover, we'll go back together." "That would be lovely." Maggie's gaze held infinite tenderness. "Bring Shane along, too." Though her heart knew otherwise, Yvonne nodded fervently. "Of course. Shane wanted to be here today, but urgent business matters demanded his attention." "Work always comes first." Maggie withdrew a half-moon pendant from beneath her pi*low, pressing it into Yvonne's palm. The pendant was made of high-quality jade and was carved with a bird. "Yvonne, keep this safe. It's your--" The door's sudden opening cut short Maggie's words. Shane's commanding presence filled the doorway, his dark suit emphasizing his statuesque frame. He looked elegant with every move. Joy illuminated Yvonne's tear-stained face. "Grandma, look! Shane came to see you!" But as Shane approached, there was something amiss about his expression. His customary mask of cool detachment had cracked; he looked uncharacteristically anxious and worried. "Yvonne, Jayde needs an immediate bl**d transfusion." The words stabbed through Yvonne's momentary happiness. She had thought Shane was looking worried because of her grandmother, but it turned out he was just concerned for Jayde Davis. Of course. In Shane's world, no one could eclipse his childhood sweetheart, his eternal flame, Jayde. All others paled in comparison. Yvonne fought to suppress the familiar ache in her chest. "My grandmother lies here, critically ill. I must stay by her side. Can't Jayde use bl**d bank supplies?" she said. "The rare bl**d type isn't available here, and the nearest bank is an hour away. Jayde can't wait that long." Shane's fingers closed around Yvonne's wrist like steel bands. "Yvonne, her life hangs in the balance. You need to come with me now." "I won't leave my grandmother! Let go of me!" Yvonne's struggles proved futile against Shane's strength. "Yvonne..." Maggie's frail voice called out, her hand reaching toward her granddaughter. "I never told you about your parents. The truth is, you..." "Grandma!" Yvonne cried out, but Shane had already dragged her out of the room before she could hear the rest of her grandmother's words. Though protocol limited bl**d donations to 400 milliliters, Shane demanded double that amount from Yvonne. This left Yvonne ghost-white and trembling after the donation. Despite her weakness, she forced herself upright, using the wall for support as she stumbled back to Maggie's hospital room. The sight that greeted her sent her world spinning--the silent ventilator, Maggie's still form covered by a white cloth... Yvonne's legs betrayed her, sending her collapsing to the floor. Grief had stolen even her tears. She crawled forward on trembling limbs until she reached the bedside. "No... Grandma... Don't leave me..." She clutched Maggie's lifeless hand, drowning in waves of desolation. "My condolences, Yvonne." Shane's deep voice cut through her anguish with detachment. "Jayde is stable now. Thank you for your help... By the way, the prison requires your immediate return." Chapter 2 Let's Get A Divorce Yvonne's chest constricted with unbearable pain as she desperately grasped Shane's leg. "Shane, please," she said through trembling lips, "help me appeal to the prison authorities. My grandmother has passed away, and I need to handle her funeral arrangements. I can't go back now." Shane's features hardened into a disapproving frown. "Prison regulations aren't something you can simply circumvent with money. Your grief is understandable, but you need to think rationally before you speak." "Think rationally?" Yvonne gazed up at him, her voice quavering with emotion. "For eleven months, I've been imprisoned, and four times you've arranged my temporary release to donate bl**d for Jayde--all by using your financial influence. Why is this time different?" "The circumstances aren't comparable," Shane replied coldly. "How can you say that?" Raw anguish seeped through Yvonne's voice as she continued her plea. "I understand Jayde holds the highest place in your heart, but my grandmother just passed away. She raised me, yet I couldn't be there in her final moments. I must accompany her on this last journey--I can't bear the thought of her spirit departing alone. Shane, I am begging you; just do this one thing for me." "You still have an uncle, don't you? I'll help and ensure your grandmother receives an honorable funeral," Shane said. "That's not what this is about." Tears coursed down Yvonne's cheeks unchecked. "My grandmother is already gone. A lavish funeral means nothing now. I just want to bid her farewell in person. If you grant me this, I swear I'll donate bl**d for Jayde whenever necessary." Shane's gaze turned glacial as he looked down at her. "Are you treating bl**d donation as some kind of bargaining tool? This is your obligation to Jayde. If not for your actions, she wouldn't be confined to a wheelchair." Yvonne squeezed her eyes shut. She could feel Shane's words piercing her heart. Jayde's incident had happened a year ago. She had tumbled down the stairs, suffering spinal injuries that had left her paralyzed below the waist. She had accused Yvonne of pushing her down the stairs. The Brooks family unanimously condemned Yvonne. Without surveillance footage or witnesses to clear her name, Yvonne stood defenseless against the accusations. Shane, her husband, had delivered the ultimatum: "Yvonne, Jayde's suffering is immeasurable. Legal consequences are necessary considering what you have done to her. Such an assault typically carries three to ten years, but Jayde's compa*sion moves her to request only one." The irony of it all had left Yvonne feeling bitter. She had initially refused to go to prison, demanding police intervention. But Jayde had produced damning evidence--a video showing Yvonne pushing her down the stairs. The collective revulsion in the Brooks family members' eyes as they watched that video still haunted Yvonne. It was as if they felt even breathing the same air as her was repulsive. *** Shane's bodyguards eventually escorted Yvonne back to her prison cell. The combination of severe bl**d loss and overwhelming grief left Yvonne bedridden for two days, her body too weak to rise. On the third day, fate dealt another cruel blow. In the prison's recreation room, the television broadcasted Jayde's extravagant birthday celebration. The media were saying that the Brooks Group's CEO Shane had spared no expense in celebrating Jayde's birthday. The screen captured Jayde in her wheelchair, her natural beauty undimmed by her condition. Shane hovered attentively at her side, his expression radiating tenderness and devotion. Together, they looked really good together, like a match made in heaven. Fresh tears carved silent paths down Yvonne's cheeks as the reality struck her. While her grandmother Maggie was being laid to rest today, Shane--who had promised to assist with the funeral arrangements--was instead orchestrating an elaborate celebration for Jayde. In that moment of crushing clarity, Yvonne finally grasped the bitter truth: Shane's heart held no love for her. No sacrifice she made would ever be enough to change that. Yvonne had a secret, one she had guarded for a decade--her unwavering love for Shane. Shane had once only existed in a realm far beyond her reach, while she remained just another face in the crowd, their paths never meant to intersect. Fate had intervened three years ago through a devastating car accident that had left Shane comatose. The Brooks family had exhausted every medical resource, consulting countless renowned physicians without success. It was Shane's grandmother, Lydia Brooks, who turned to superstitious beliefs. She suggested that marriage might bring the fortune needed to restore Shane's health. Fate had taken another unexpected turn when Jayde, Shane's betrothed, had suddenly been kidnapped. With the wedding date looming, Lydia had desperately searched for another bride with a compatible horoscope. She had then discovered Yvonne, who had been working part-time as a caregiver for the Brooks family at that time. Marrying Shane came with a precious opportunity for Yvonne--Yvonne's ailing grandmother Maggie would receive treatment at the hospital under the Brooks Group. The hospital was one of the top hospitals in Zlamsas. Ordinary people couldn't afford to get treatment there. Yvonne had agreed to the marriage without hesitation, though her heart held a deeper truth. For seven years, she had harbored an unspoken love for Shane, willing to tend to him even if he would never emerge from his coma. A month after the marriage, Shane had miraculously awakened. His fury when he had learned of the marriage for fortune's sake had led to immediate demands for divorce. Yet, these demands had ceased abruptly when he had discovered Yvonne shared Jayde's bl**d type. From that moment forward, Yvonne had become nothing more than Jayde's living bl**d bank. Determined to make Shane happy, Yvonne had shouldered this burden silently. For two years, she had devoted herself to caring for Shane and his family, striving to embody the perfect wife--until Jayde's false accusation had led to her imprisonment. Ten years--she had loved Shane for ten years. She had given Shane her purest love and most selfless devotion, but what did she get in return? Shane only had eyes for Jayde, his heart perpetually closed to her. Perhaps she had been naive to hope Shane might one day even care about her a little bit. *** Rain poured from leaden skies the day of Yvonne's release from prison. No one had come to pick her up. After a lengthy journey on multiple buses, she arrived at Serenity Villa, Shane's residence, her clothes clinging to her because of the rain. The fingerprint lock granted her entry, and she found Shane descending the staircase when she entered, his appearance impeccable in stark contrast to her disheveled state. Surprise flickered across Shane's features when he saw her. "Why are you back?" he asked. Yvonne's fingers trembled as she replied, "I was released today." "Ah, I forgot." Shane paused briefly before her. "Get some rest. I'm heading out now." "Shane," Yvonne suddenly called out. "I need to talk to you about something." Shane glanced impatiently at his watch. "We can talk when I return." As Shane moved past Yvonne, Yvonne grasped his sleeve to stop him. "It won't take long." Shane halted reluctantly, irritation evident in his expression. "Make it quick." Yvonne studied his perfect profile, a slight smile on her face. "Shane, let's get a divorce," she said, her tone resolute. Shane's confusion was palpable as he turned to face her. "You want a divorce because I didn't pick you up from prison?" "This isn't about today." Yvonne's smile didn't waver. "I genuinely want a divorce. We can handle the paperwork when you're free." "Yvonne, I don't have time for your antics right now." Shane's expression darkened as he shook off her hand. "You should take a shower and clear your head. You are not thinking straight." After Shane's departure, Yvonne stood motionless, lost in thought. Shane thought she was not thinking straight. But that was not true. In fact, her mind had never been clearer. *** Upstairs, Yvonne drew a bath and powered on her fully charged phone. A month's worth of WhatsApp messages awaited her--none from Shane. As she absently scrolled through her feed, she suddenly froze upon seeing something. Jayde had just posted something. "True love is shown through enduring companionship." The accompanying photo showed her beaming at the camera while Shane peeled an apple beside her, the perfect picture of devotion. Chapter 3 I Want You Yvonne blinked. So that was why Shane had been in a rush to leave, not even wanting to talk about the divorce with her. He had been eager to go and spend time with Jayde. A familiar ache seized Yvonne's heart, spreading numbness through her chest. Throughout her two-year marriage with Shane, Yvonne had watched as Jayde paraded Shane's affections across social media. Each post had torn at her heart, yet something had kept drawing her back to look at the posts. Now, finally, she had resolved to end this cycle of torment. Her fingers moved swiftly as she deleted both Shane and Jayde from her WhatsApp contacts. After her shower, Yvonne just finished getting dressed when her phone rang. Shane's name blazed across the screen. Wasn't Shane supposed to be spending time with Jayde now? Why was he calling her? Yvonne hesitated for a moment but eventually picked up the call. "Shane?" "Did you delete Jayde on WhatsApp?" Shane asked. "Yes. What's wrong?" Yvonne replied. "You have the nerve to ask that?" Venom dripped from Shane's words. "Jayde wanted to congratulate you on your release but then discovered you had deleted her. She thought you still resented her. She broke down remembering when you had pushed her down the stairs. Yvonne, when will you stop causing trouble?" His sharp words pierced Yvonne's heart, but she maintained her composure. "Shane, deleting her was my freedom," she said. "You are still talking about your freedom?" Shane's voice grew colder. "She's a patient, Yvonne! She is already stuck in a wheelchair because of you. She is now emotionally fragile. The least you could do is show some compa*sion!" Yvonne's lips curled into a bitter smile as she closed her eyes, forcing her tears back. "If she's as fragile as you say, then it's all the more reason for me to keep my distance. God forbid something happens, and I get blamed again." "Yvonne, don't--" Yvonne didn't let Shane finish. The call ended with a sharp click, and she wasted no time blocking his number. After that, she made herself a simple plate of spaghetti and ate quietly, her thoughts heavy. Then, umbrella in hand, she headed to the cemetery. The rain fell in a quiet drizzle, soaking the earth. Yvonne stood before Maggie's tombstone for what felt like an eternity, the weight of her emotions pressing down on her chest. When she returned to Serenity Villa, it was already evening. Just as she entered, she saw Shane sitting on the living room sofa. Yvonne froze for a moment, caught off guard by his presence. Normally, when Shane was with Jayde, he wouldn't come home until late at night, after Jayde was asleep. Not wanting to delve into Shane's unusual behavior, Yvonne ignored him and headed upstairs. "Stop right there." Shane's voice cut through the quiet like a knife. Yvonne halted but didn't turn around. Shane rose from the sofa and walked to stand before Yvonne, his gaze locking onto hers. "You've grown bold, haven't you? Hanging up on me and even blocking my number?" Yvonne said nothing, her body tense as she tried to walk past him. But Shane grabbed her wrist, his grip firm. "I'm talking to you. What's the matter--did prison leave you deaf?" The words stung Yvonne hard, but she met his gaze, her voice trembling with restrained emotion. "Yes, Shane, I've been to prison. My life is already in ruins because of it. Isn't that punishment enough for you?" Shane's brows furrowed as his eyes searched her face. He noticed the puffiness around her eyes, the faint redness. "Have you been crying? Did you go to visit your grandmother's grave?" Yvonne tried hard to hold back her tears. "I wasn't there for her when she needed me the most. Do I need your permission to visit her now?" Shane's expression darkened when he heard that. "Yvonne, the reason I pushed for you to return to prison that day was because I didn't want you to dwell in your grief. It was for your own good." "For my own good?" Yvonne let out a hollow laugh, her bitterness spi*ling over. "Are you even listening to yourself? You can't even lie convincingly anymore, Shane." With a sharp tug, she pulled her wrist free. Her voice was steady now, cold and final. "I'm tired, Shane. Let's just end this. Let's get a divorce." *** Yvonne went to the master bedroom's walk-in closet, dragging out an old suitcase to pack her belongings. She wanted to leave behind everything the Brooks family had given her after the wedding, which left little to take. "Yvonne, stop with your antics!" Shane's exasperated voice cut through the silence. "It was just a year in prison. I made sure you weren't mistreated there. What more do you want?" Yvonne's hands stilled over her clothes as she turned her head to face him. "You certainly ensured I was treated differently. Every meal there was packed with spinach and liver to replenish my bl**d, keeping me ready for the next bl**d transfusion for Jayde." Shane's brow furrowed. "So this circles back to Jayde again. The transfusions saved her life. You work in medicine--you should have some compassion. And I've compensated you generously." "Compassion?" A hollow laugh escaped Yvonne's lips. "Show me one doctor who has bl*d themselves dry for a patient." She gestured toward the wall of luxury handbags--a collection worth hundreds of millions, coveted by countless women. "Is this your idea of compensation? One bag per transfusion. I always get the ones Jayde rejected." Each bag was Jayde's selection, and Shane paid for it. Jayde would claim the ones she preferred, leaving Yvonne with the ostentatious pieces--expensive but impractical for daily use. Yvonne had never requested bags, yet both Shane and Jayde believed exchanging bl**d for luxury bags was a good deal for her. "I won't take a single bag," Yvonne said with a slight smile. "I never agreed to sell my bl**d." Shane massaged his temples. Throughout their marriage, Yvonne had remained compliant--occasionally sulking but never defiant, never speaking to him like this. Shane gripped Yvonne's shoulders, his tone gentling. "I know you're upset after staying in prison for so long. Let's not fight, okay? I asked Zoey to prepare your favorite dishes. Let's go and have a meal together." Yvonne shrugged off his hands, grabbed her suitcase, and moved toward the door. The next second, in one fluid motion, Shane swept Yvonne into his arms. Before Yvonne could resist, she was placed on the soft b*d by Shane. He trapped her hands above her head, his scent surrounding her as he whispered in her ear, "Yvonne, stop being angry, alright? Tonight, I will m*ke l*ve to you until you're satisfied." Yvonne's heart thundered in her chest. Previously, when anger took hold of her, she would always melt under Shane's b*droom tactics, quick to forgive. Shane had found amusement in this pattern. His dominance had always overwhelmed her, pushing her limits until she broke into tears, begging for mercy and agreeing to his every demand. Yvonne shuddered, her body taut as she grasped at her crumbling resolve. Though she struggled against him, Shane seemed determined to draw her into the moment, refusing to release her. Shane muttered, "Yvonne, I want you..." Chapter 4 She Is Pregnant Yvonne fought against the magnetic pull of Shane's touch, forcing herself to bite down hard on her lower lip. The sharp sting anchored her thoughts,she couldn't afford to lose herself in this facade of intimacy anymore, not in a marriage devoid of genuine love. Just then, the shrill ring of a phone pierced the intimate moment. Shane showed no intention of stopping, but the persistent sound quickly disrupted his mood. His eyes darted to the screen, and he let go of Yvonne. The name "Jayde" illuminated the screen, and Yvonne also saw it. History had taught Yvonne the pattern well. Other calls during such moments would be silenced by Shane without hesitation, but Jayde's calls were the exception. Whenever Jayde called Shane, Shane would answer immediately. Shane's voice turned gentle as he answered the call. "I'm at home... She didn't mean anything against you; don't overthink it... Alright, I'll go to see you later..." Yvonne sat up, adjusting her clothes. Her hands trembled as she buttoned her shirt. Shane ended his call and turned to her with an amused smile playing on his lips. "Such haste to dress yourself--are you afraid of what I might do?" Yvonne didn't say anything. "If you want them to stay fastened, join me for dinner downstairs now." Recalling what had just happened, Yvonne acquiesced. Resistance, she had learned, was futile. *** In the dining room, the maid, Zoey Rowe, had already prepared a feast of culinary excellence. "Mrs. Brooks, you have lost so much weight. You need to eat more," Zoey said. Shane's gaze traveled across the table, studying the woman eating before him. Zoey's observation struck a chord--Yvonne's natural slenderness had indeed become more pronounced since her release from prison, her features carrying a new sharpness. Though her beauty remained unchanged, Shane couldn't help but feel like Yvonne had changed somehow. As Zoey transferred a portion of braised beef to Yvonne's plate, the rich aroma triggered an unexpected wave of nausea in Yvonne. She couldn't help but gag. "Mrs. Brooks!" Zoey rushed to pour a glass of water for Yvonne, concern etching her features. "Are you feeling unwell?" "I'm fine." Yvonne regained her composure and rose from her chair. "I'm full now." Shane's appetite vanished as he watched Yvonne leave. Abandoning his meal, he stood up and prepared to leave the house. "Mr. Brooks, you've barely touched your food," Zoey said. "I need to step out." Shane shrugged into his coat, pausing to instruct, "The food in prison is bland--Yvonne's body needs time to readjust. Prepare lighter meals for now." Zoey nodded and replied, "Yes, Mr. Brooks." *** Upstairs, Yvonne had just reached her room when she heard the sound of a car engine from outside. A bitter smile twisted her lips as she contemplated how quickly Shane had abandoned dinner to fulfill his promise to Jayde. It was clear Shane really loved Jayde. Standing beside the floor-to-ceiling window, Yvonne watched Shane's car disappear into the distance. As she closed her weary eyes, a startling realization jolted them open again--she realized she might be carrying a child. The timing left little room for doubt. That day a month ago, Shane had refused to use protection. Shane had always disliked using protection, so she always took medication afterward. She had planned to purchase preventive medication after visiting Maggie in the hospital that day, but grief had consumed her when Maggie passed away unexpectedly. The pi*ls had slipped from her mind entirely. Thoughts whirled through Yvonne's head like autumn leaves in a storm until clarity finally emerged. She hurried out to purchase a pregnancy test, her heart thundering against her ribs. The two clear lines that appeared finally confirmed her suspicions with stark finality. She just hadn't taken the pi*ls one time. She had not expected to get pr*gnant so easily like this. Yvonne's hand drifted to her lower abdomen, her emotions churning like a turbulent sea. The cruel irony of fate struck her like a physical blow--just as she had steeled herself to end her marriage with Shane, she discovered she was carrying his child. Sleep proved elusive that night, Yvonne's thoughts churning until exhaustion finally claimed her. When she woke up, the sky outside was bright. Shane had not come home the entire night, his side of the bed untouched. After Yvonne made her way down for breakfast, Zoey burst into the dining room, barely containing her excitement beneath a veneer of hesitation. "What has made you so excited?" Yvonne asked, studying Zoey's expression. "Did you win the lottery or something?" "Mrs. Brooks, it's you who has made me excited!" Zoey produced a pregnancy test, her eyes sparkling. "I found this while cleaning. You are pr*gnant! This is wonderful news! Why didn't you tell me about this sooner?" Yvonne's silence spoke volumes. "Mrs. Brooks?" Zoey's enthusiasm dimmed. "Aren't you happy about this?" Yvonne stirred her oatmeal slowly. "Zoey, I've already told Shane that I want a divorce." The revelation struck Zoey like lightning. "You want to divorce Mr. Brooks? How could you consider such a thing?" she said. "Why can't I do that?" Yvonne's voice remained steady, masking her inner turmoil. "Haven't you noticed how great Shane and Jayde look together? They are the real loving couple here. I disrupted their relationship, claiming a title that wasn't rightfully mine and forcing them apart." Her lips curved in self-mockery at her foolish dream that Shane might grow to love her one day. Tears welled in Zoey's eyes. "Mrs. Brooks, I know this past year in prison brought you immense suffering. But that chapter has ended. You and Mr. Brooks can build something new together now. Eventually, Mr. Brooks will recognize your worth. Now, with you being pr*gnant, everything could change. Your child deserves a complete family--you can't proceed with the divorce." Yvonne's movements stilled as memories of her own childhood surfaced. Orphaned young, she had been raised by her grandparents. Though her grandparents had given her all the love they could, she had always envied other children who had both their parents. She understood profoundly the importance of giving a child a complete family. "Having children often changes a man's priorities," Zoey said gently. "Fatherhood has a way of grounding men, redirecting their focus to family. For your child's sake, shouldn't Mr. Brooks have a chance to prove himself?" Yvonne nodded slightly. Perhaps Zoey was right--her child deserved a chance at a complete family. If Shane could maintain distance from Jayde, she would bury the past and make her marriage with Shane work. After breakfast, Yvonne took a taxi to the Brooks Group. Few employees knew of her marriage to Shane, so she called Shane's assistant, asking him to escort her to Shane's office. She found Shane engaged in a phone call in his office, his lack of surprise at her appearance suggesting he had grown accustomed to her anger dissipating overnight. The assistant provided Yvonne with a glass of water and then departed. Shane ended his call and looked at Yvonne. "Why didn't you sleep in?" "I've had sufficient sleep." Yvonne pointed at the thermos she had brought. "Zoey asked me to bring the soup to you." "I'll have it later," Shane replied. "Where were you last night, Shane?" Yvonne asked. Shane's response came without hesitation. "Jayde wasn't feeling well and was admitted to the hospital. I stayed with her there." Yvonne's fingers trembled when she heard that. After gathering her courage, she said, "If we had a child, would you spend more time at home?" Shane's brow furrowed. "You want a child now?" "Don't you want a child?" Yvonne asked. Shane lit a cigarette, taking a drag before responding in measured tones, "Yvonne, now is not the right time for us to have a child." Yvonne paused for a moment. "Why?" Shane replied, "Jayde's health has been declining. If you became pr*gnant, you wouldn't be able to donate your bl**d to her." Chapter 5 Leaving With Nothing A glacial chill crept through Yvonne's body, starting at her feet and spreading gradually until numbness claimed every inch of her being. She realized she had been too naive. She had clung to desperate hopes--that she could start a new family with Shane, that Shane might embrace fatherhood as Zoey had suggested, that their unborn child could bridge the growing chasm between Shane and her. But reality had shattered those illusions, revealing a harsh truth: even their child ranked beneath Jayde in Shane's eyes. Yvonne closed her eyes as tears traced silent paths down her cheeks. "I know you don't like Jayde." Shane's patronizing tone cut through the silence. "But her health is genuinely fragile now. Surely you can show some understanding of that." His eyes flickered over Yvonne's tear-stained features as he added, "We can discuss having children once Jayde's health condition improves. There's no need to rush." A bitter smile twisted Yvonne's lips. She knew that if she told Shane now that she was pr*gnant, he would probably drag her to the hospital immediately to terminate the pregnancy. This child represented one of her last remaining familial bonds, and she would never sacrifice it for Jayde's sake. "Of course, I understand that," Yvonne said, brushing away her tears and summoning a weak smile. "Don't let me keep you from your work. I won't bother you any further." She fled Shane's office before he could respond, retreating to Serenity Villa where she hastily packed her belongings, gave Zoey some instructions, and left. Though she had initially planned to seek refuge in a hotel, her uncle's timely call redirected her path to his doorstep. The clock struck ten when Shane returned to Serenity Villa, only to find the master bedroom empty. Yvonne was not there. His attempt to reach Yvonne by phone proved futile, prompting him to go downstairs and summon Zoey. "Where's Yvonne?" he asked Zoey. "Mrs. Brooks has moved out," Zoey replied. "What?" A deep frown etched across Shane's features. "When?" "This morning." Zoey hesitated, the weight of Yvonne's words pressing down on her. Yvonne had told her not to mention anything about her pregnancy to Shane. Otherwise, the baby would be harmed. After a moment, Zoey presented Shane with a document. "Mrs. Brooks left this divorce agreement for you." Shane's eyes swept over the pages, a cold laugh escaping his lips. "Leaving with nothing--she's really something!" "Mr. Brooks appears quite resolute about the decision to divorce," Zoey said. "That's not her choice to make!" Shane yanked at his tie in frustration. "Where has she gone?" "Mrs. Brooks didn't tell me that," Zoey replied. Shane stormed out, barking orders for the driver to ready the car. *** Fresh from her shower in the guest room, Yvonne was about to go to sleep when her phone's ringing pierced the silence. An unknown number flashed across the screen. Yvonne answered the call. "Hello?" "Come downstairs." Shane's familiar, cold voice echoed on the other end of the line. Yvonne's grip on the phone froze for a moment. "I am already in bed." "I will give you ten minutes, Yvonne. If you don't come down in ten minutes, I'll ensure this entire neighborhood gets no sleep tonight," Shane said. The call then disconnected, leaving Yvonne staring at her phone. After a moment's hesitation, she changed and descended the stairs. A black Rolls-Royce was parked outside, with Shane's imposing figure beside it. Maintaining a careful distance, Yvonne spoke with forced composure. "It's late. What do you want?" "You're asking me that? Did you interpret last night's conversation as some kind of joke? You had the audacity to draft divorce papers and vanish?" Shane said. "Get in the car. Come home. We'll forget this ever happened." "Home..." Yvonne let out a bitter laugh. "That place is not my home. If it is, why would my husband spend his nights elsewhere with another woman?" "Back to Jayde again. Can't you stop being so petty?" Shane said. "You think I am being petty? Should I smile while watching your displays of affection? Continue offering my bl**d? Perhaps serve another prison sentence?" Yvonne looked at Shane. "Shane, our marriage was business, but I'm a person--not Jayde's personal bl**d bank." Shane let out a cold chuckle. "You knew the marriage was transactional. You married me for your grandmother's treatment. Now that she's gone, you're eager to leave me. Burning bridges already?" Yvonne replied, "Fine. I'll repay every cent of my grandmother's hospital bills. I won't owe you anything after that." Fury blazed in Shane's eyes. "What did you say?" Yvonne met his rage with a calm expression. "Calculate the total. I'll provide an IOU and repay it in installments. You can decide on the interest." Just as she finished speaking, Shane quickly approached Yvonne. Yvonne barely had time to react before finding herself engulfed in his embrace. His hand gripped her waist as the world tilted, her back meeting the car's cold metal surface. "What are you--" Shane's lips silenced Yvonne's protest, claiming dominance in a breathtaking ki*s that left her gasping. "Unless you want me to have s*x with you right here, get in the car." ...... What happens next? Can Yvonne divorce as she wishes? 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Yes | 2025-02-24 19:42 | active | 2625 | 0 | ๐Attention! Do not read in public๏ผ๐ | As the daughter of Alpha, I was tortured since I was 6 years old, and more tragically, I was forced to marry the demon Alpha who killed his 9 ex-girlfriends... Neah "Where is she?" I hear the Beta scream. I groan and rise to my feet, grabbing the cleaning basket before heading over. The moment Beta Kyle sees me, he strides towards me and his hand slices against my cheek. I don't make a sound. Years of experience has taught me to keep my mouth shut at all times. "Alpha Trey and I are expecting company and you still have not cleaned the office." Beta Kyle spits at me. I nod my head and my hand tightens on the cleaning basket. If only I could find the courage to swing it at his head, it would make my day. But I didn't need another week locked up with no food. My stomach already hurt enough. "We are trying to make a good impression on Alpha Dane. Don't you understand how important it is for us to join ourselves with his pack?!" I don't answer, It's a trap, a ploy to provoke me into saying something that would justify punishment. I keep my eyes lowered, avoiding his gaze. Alpha Dane, I had only ever heard rumours about him. He was a ruthless man, a Wolf feared by others. He didn't mess around and he had the largest pack. "He is the Alpha of Black Shadow, the biggest pack in the world, we need him!" We had never been attacked and we had never attacked anyone, so why did we need another pack to help us? He grabs my shoulders, his nails digging into my skin as he turns me around and kicks me into the office. "Useless Wolf." He mutters as he moves away. Quietly closing the door, I lean against it, observing the already clean office. It looked perfectly fine for a meeting with this so-called powerful Alpha. Closing my eyes, I slide down to the floor. I hated this house. I thought that when I turned eighteen, I could finally escape, but four years later, here I still am, a slave in my own home. Doing all the dirty tasks for my brother, Alpha Trey and the pack. While my ex mate, Beta Kyle waltzes around reminding me of how worthless I am. Someone clears their throat and I freeze, I thought I was alone. Leaning forward, I see a handsome man sitting in a chair, just around the corner. A foot propped up on his knee as he nurses a glass of alcohol. His short hair is dark and his eyes are a deep crimson colour, that don't quite look right. They suddenly shift to me and I throw myself back against the door as my heart pounded. "Is this the way you greet all Alphas?" His deep voice rumbles through the room, there was an edge of amusement to his tone. "I'm sorry." I whisper, getting to my feet. "I...I thought I was alone." I had no idea who he was but I could feel the power radiating off of him, even without my Wolf. "Come forward." He orders and I already feel a lump forming in my throat. Alpha Trey wil kill me. I step around the corner, doing as I'm told, allowing him to see me properly. I close my eyes, expecting the worst. "You smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?" I nod, though I couldn't tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they found out about me. "I would prefer it if you spoke to me." He growls, "I'm not in the mood to play games." "Yes." I whisper. I couldn't help but think of all the punishments I was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? "Why do you smell strange? And how is it possible for you to not know I was in the room? You should have scented me." "I..." I hated the question. "You should open your eyes when you are talking to someone. It's rude to not look at them. Has your Alpha not taught you anything?" His deep voice sends a shiver through me. Slowly, I open my eyes and lower them, there was no way I was making eye contact."My Wolf abilities were bound," I mutter. Twice, I wanted to add. Twice my abilities were bound. But he probably wasn't interested in that part. He leans forward, I could feel him staring at me, "Why would someone do that?" If this is the Alpha that my brother is supposed to be meeting with, I knew I could screw everything up for him by saying too much. "It was a punishment." I whisper. It wasn't far from the entire truth. There's a twitch in his cheek. Was he angry to hear of such a punishment? Or maybe, just like the others, he was amused by it. I couldn't tell. The door swings open and my brother screeches at me "Neah, what are you doing in my office?" He turns to the crimson eyed man. "I am so sorry that my sister is bothering you, Alpha Dane." Crap, it's him. My brother spins around, hand poised to hit me. I close my eyes, bracing myself, ready to feel the burn. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."Peeking through slits, I see Alpha Dane has risen to his feet, his hand coiled around my brother's wrist. He is taller than my brother, more muscly too. "Neah," My name rolls off of his tongue, "was kindly showing me to your office, Alpha Trey, as you failed to meet me at the front of your house like I requested." What? I had no idea what he was talking about. And he had no reason to lie for me. My brother glares at me, clenching his jaw tight. "Go and get Beta Kyle." Alpha Trey seethes. "Tell him our guest is here." I nod my head and hurry from the room, the last thing I wanted was to be caught between bickering men. "Beta Kyle," I whisper as I enter the dining hall. He instantly glares at me with his dark eyes. I had spoken without being spoken to. "Alpha Trey is in the office with Alpha Dane. I was sent to inform you." He slams the newspaper down on the table and glares at me as he walks by. "You're lucky that the Alpha sent you to get me, otherwise you wouldn't see sunlight for a few days." Pausing behind me, he yanks my head back, locking his fingers in my hair, leaning in close to me, I feel his hot breath on my skin. He doesn't speak, it was just his way of proving that he could do what he wants when he wants. I try to keep myself busy so I can stay as far away from the office as possible. My peace doesn't last long when I hear my brother calling out to me. Quietly, I pad towards the office and plaster a smile on my face as I open the door. "Neah, go get the champagne and some glasses, we are celebrating." I bow my head and hurry to the drinks cabinet. Quickly finding what my brother has asked for. As I re-enter the office, I can feel Alpha Dane watching my every move, even the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. No one ever watches me this closely. "Neah is your sister, correct?" Alpha Dane questions my brother. "She is." Alpha Trey mutters with disgust. He looks away from me to focus on the man asking questions. "Why do you treat her like trash?" Straight to the point, my brother wouldn't like that. He only liked sharing information on his terms. No one had spoken to my brother about his treatment of me because everyone took great joy in beating me. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move but I knew I had to get out of there. If this deal goes to pot because of me, then that would be my fault too. "Neah was responsible for our parents' death." Alpha Trey spits I closed my eyes, battling back the tears that were threatening to break free. "Responsible how?" Alpha Dane's voice rumbles through me. He was definitely angry. "She served them Wolfsbane." Don't make a sound. Don't make a sound. I knew Alpha Dane was studying me. They all did, no one could ever quite believe how someone could do something so disgusting as poisoning their own parents. I stood there, with my head hanging low, wishing for the ground to open up and suck me in. There are movements around me. He was standing directly in front of me. With a rough finger he tilts my face up towards his, forcing me to look at him. "You poisoned your parents?" "I was six." I splutter. "I just made them lemonade." My voice comes out all squeaky as I try to defend myself. I could barely remember my parents, but I could remember all the guilt I had been made to feel since that day. His crimson eyes flash to my brothers. "Hardly seems fair to blame a six year old." "A six year old should know the difference between plants." Alpha Trey snaps "Sounds to me like she was set up." Alpha Dane shrugs his shoulders, letting go of me. "You weren't there, Alpha Dane." My brother muttered through gritted teeth as his eyes narrowed to slits. "I didn't ask you here to talk about my slave!" Alpha Dane grabs his leather jacket from the chair. Unlike other Alpha's he seemed to dress more casually. A simple black tee and jeans covered his huge frame. And unlike other Alpha's, his arms are bare of tattoos, not a single bit of ink poked out anywhere. "You're right and now I have a few things to mull over." "I thought we agreed." My brother exclaims "Nothing has been signed. Now I will show myself out." The moment he is out of the office, both my brother and Beta Kyle round on me. "What the heck did you say to him?" My brother demands, slamming a hand into my stomach. "N...nothing. Well, he just asked me why I smelled funny." "Did you tell him?" Beta Kyle demands. He was practically spitting in my face. I hated him. I hated him so much that I had vowed to one day get my revenge and rip his stomach out through his mouth. "WELL?" My brother yells when I don't immediately respond and smacks me across the side of the head. My head involuntarily moves up and down. "But I didn't say it was you." I tried to sound strong and confident but it just comes out as a whisper. My brother's hand locks into my black hair as he yanks my head back, sending a shooting pain through my skull. "If you have ruined this, you won't see daylight again." He drags me by my hair from the office and down the hallway towards the basement door. "Pleaseโฆ." I beg. "He was an AlphaโฆIโฆ I had to answer him." My cheeks burn with my tears as he flings the door open. On the other side of the door is Alpha Dane. He is leaning against the wall with his arms folded, staring out at us. My brother's hand falls from my hair, relieving the pressure on the back of my skull... "Alpha Dane, I thought you had left." Alpha Trey murmurs angrily. "I said I would show myself out. I thought I had found the door, but instead I find a basement, riddled in your sister's strange scent. Is this how you treat your family?" "As I said," my brother holds his ground, "She is responsible for the death of my parents, so yes, this is what she deserves." "You should keep your nose out of other packs' business!" Beta Kyle adds. Alpha Dane laughs. "If I agree to this deal, everything about your business becomes my business. So tell me, what would your punishment be for her? No food, locked away for a week, beatings?" Both Alpha Trey and Beta Kyle hold their tongues. There was no reason for him to defend me and yet he was. I was a nobody, no one special. Just who everyone called a traitor. Only instead of being given a death sentence, my brother had decided to make me spend my life suffering. I see those crimson eyes land on my swollen face. "I have a proposition for you, Alpha Trey." Alpha Dane speaks up again. "We have already agreed on terms." "Well, I'm adding one. And if you don't agree, you will not get my help. Instead, you will become my enemy. And we both know, you don't want that." "I take it that your new terms have something to do with her?" Alpha Trey mutters through clenched teeth. "You would be correct. Let me take her away to my pack and then you, Trey will have a deal." Me? Why would he want me? As my brother and his Beta discuss me, Alpha Dane is still studying me. His look made me nervous. What could someone like him possibly want with me? "Deal." Alpha Trey sticks out his hand for Alpha Dane to shake. He doesn't take it, instead his crimson eyes shift from me to my brother. "I will have paperwork drawn up and will return tomorrow." He reaches a hand out and cups my face, "Ensure you have everything packed." He drags his thumb across my bottom lip and strides to the opposite end of the hallway and straight to the front door. He knew exactly where the front door was, so what was he up to? He pauses at the door. "If I find out any one of you has laid a hand on her. The contract will be the last thing you need to worry about." He struts out, slamming the door behind him. After Dane leaves, my brother grabs me by the collar. "You think you're going to have a good life if you follow Alpha Dane out of here? Don't be naive!" He continues in a vicious voice. 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No | 2025-02-25 16:51 | active | 2627 | 0 | ๐๐ฅClick to Read more about๐<The Rejected Rogue Luna>๐ | โThis is such a pleasant surprise, Sethโ I croon, running to meet my mate. It has been so long since I have seen him last and I miss the familiar scent of him and his laughter. I throw my hands around him but he does not hug me back. If anything he seems like he does not want me to be here. โI had no idea you were throwing a party for my homecomingโ I tell him, kissing him slightly on the cheek. โI had no idea you were back, Rowena. You should not be hereโ He pushes me, holding me away from his body. โDid you not get my letter?โ I ask, my smile falling from my face. โWhat letter?โ He grunts. โThe one where I told you I will be coming back today. You missed my graduation and I thought to surprise you by returning but it seems you did not knowโ My feet grows cold at this information and I back away from him. He is staring at me, his eyes not giving the usual warmth that I am used to. It could only explain why he had not responded to any of my letters for the past months. I gave excuses that he must be busy as Alpha and head of the pack and he could not write to me butโฆ Seth de Beaufort, my childhood friend and mate was staring at me like I was some stranger. โWho then is the party for?โ I ask. I am interrupted by cheers erupting from the members of our pack and then I see her walk in, holding freshly picked flowers in her hand and a crown on her head. I know who this is, she is my best friend, Isobel but what is she doing? I am pushed back into the crowd as she approaches. She is yet to see me as she only has eyes for Seth who is smiling back at her. โHello mateโ I hear her whisper. Mate? I gasp. I push forward, stopping her approach. โRowenaโ She jolts. โWhat are you doing here?โ She glances at Seth who shrugs his shoulders. โI should be asking you that question, donโt you think? What are you doing?โ I cry out. โI am getting engagedโ She smiles brightly at me. โIt is great that you are here, maybe you could be my chiefโs bridesmaid?โ โYou have got to be jokingโ I scoff. โNot now, Rowena. We will talk about this afterโ Seth stops me, putting out a hand for Isobel. โNoโ I raise my voice, my insides shaking with confusion. I cannot believe my eyes as I watch them turn to me. โWe have to talk about it nowโ I tell him, braving the stares I am getting from every member of the pack. โOkay, if you want to do this here then that is fine by meโ Seth growls, stepping away from Isobel and approaching me. โSeth, what is the meaning of this? We are matesโฆ you can still feel it so why?โ โI, Seth de Beaufort reject you, Rowena Stuart as my mate and future Lunaโ He declares. โNo, stop it pleaseโฆ do not do thisโ I grunt, my chest tearing apart with pain. I double over, clutching my pounding heart. โAccept the rejection!โ He spits. โAccept it and leave so that I might have a great day with my true mateโ He announces. โI, Rowena Stuartโฆ accept your rejectionโ My chest eases up a little bit as I say this but I cannot stop the tears gushing from my eyes as I watch them walk up, smiling into each otherโs eyes. I feel betrayed by every single step and every single smile. To think I was coming back to my fiance and my best friend and they were doing this behind my back. I turn around, dashing out and into the dark, my eyes blinded with tears. This should not be happening. I collapse to the ground outside the party, my heart beating rapidly like it is about to burst. I do not turn around even when I hear the patters of feet until a throat clears behind me. โRowena, Iโฆโ โHave you not done enough, Isobel?โ I rise to my feet and face her. She has a smirk on her face โHow could you? I trusted you, you are my best friend!โ I cry out. โIt is hardly my fault that Seth took a liking to me while you were away pursuing the career of your dreams.โ she scoffs at this. I had gone to learn modern healing and had been supported by every member of the clan, including Seth. โWho do you think comforted him on the nights when he was alone and needed company?โ I make to slap her but she catches my hand in the air, throwing it back at me. โThis is the least of your problems, I promise youโ She tells me instead. โWhat is that supposed to mean?โ I ask โDid you come here straight from the airport?โ She throws her head back to laugh. I did come there straight because I thoughtโฆ โWhat do you mean?โ I ask her again. โI donโt know, friend. You should probably run along home now before it is too lateโ She turns around and walks back into the party. I stand there in confusion not understanding what her talk was about. I move however, heading straight to my home with her warning ringing in my ears. I can hear screaming coming in the direction of my home which only speeds my steps. โWhat is happening?โ I mutter, running inside. Sybillia, my sister has tears streaming down her face and her clothes torn to shreds. โWhat happened, talk to meโ I shake her. โFather was takenโ Her voice broke. โTaken?โ I ask, confusion dotting my forehead โThey say he is a traitor and they are going to kill him, Rowena. You have to do something.โ She holds me, crying some more. โWhere is mother?โ I ask her. She shakes her head in the negative which told me that she had no idea where our mother was. โListen, Sybilโฆ I need you to find motherโ I shake her again. โDo you hear me? I want you to find her and then I want you both to hideโ I tell her. โWhat are you going to do?โ She asks. โI need to find out what is going onโ I mutter vaguely. I turn around and exit, heading back to the party where I burst in regarding Seth with baleful eyes. He notices me immediately and rolls his eyes but I approach, stopping when his guards block my path. โMy father, what has he done?โ I ask, my voice breaking. Seth, my one time lover and mate regards me with disgust, his lips quirking up in a sneer. โHe is a traitor and for that he must dieโ Screams of hate ROWENA โThat is a lieโ I scream. There are murmurs everywhere by members of the pack and I know they must think that I have lost my head coming here and yelling at the Alpha of the pack but I am too far gone to understand what I am doing. โI will allow you leave this place and we will speak when my party is overโ Seth warns me. โI want to know what crimes my father has committed for you to lock him upโ I repeat. โLook at herโ Isobel grunts, turning to Seth. โShe does not respect you, my love. Tell me how she is going to remain in this pack if she is this defiant towards youโ She mutters. Sethโs eyes darkens as he rises to his feet, pointing a hand towards me. โYou dare speak back to your Alpha?โ He snaps, approaching me. I do not take a step back even as I am intimidated by him. It is as though we are now enemies because I do not recognize him anymore as the man I used to be in love with. โYour father has admitted to his crimes and come noon tomorrow, he will be beheaded as a traitor and so will your motherโ He announces The crowd cheers again โYou will denounce them, yourself and your sister or you will leave me no choiceโ โI cannot do thatโฆ I cannot-โ โAnd for the crime of speaking back at me, Rowena Stuartโฆ you will be reduced to the life of a maid and you will serve Isobel who is going to be my Lunaโ My friend smiles, clasping her fingers together. โGuardsโ Seth calls The door swished open again and they enter. โGet her out of her and make sure to keep her locked up until she denounces her bloodline. Make the announcement that I shall be marrying Isobel Howard tomorrowโs noon after the execution of Grant and Helena Stuartโ He declares. โNoโ I rave, trashing as both men drag me out of his tent. They are laughing at my struggle and then I hear the loud thunk of the metal gate leading to the dungeons. I am thrown into it, flung like useless waste paper. I do not know how long I am in that dim pit before the doors burst open and I hear the fall of footsteps approaching where I lay. โRowena?โ A voice calls out. I recognize it immediately as Isobel and wonder what she wants. โWhat the do you want?โ I rave, my eyes red from all the crying I have been doing the past hour. She is standing in front of me now, her lips quirked up in a smile. โI hate youโ I snap. โWhat do you hate me for? For sleeping with her fiance or reporting your parents forโฆโ She pauses as my eyes widens in realization. โOopsโ She laughs. โYou are a slut who moved on her friendโs man almost immediately sheโฆโ โAlmost immediately?โ She stops me, scoffing. โHave you been so utterly blind, Rowena?โ Rowena, I thinkโฆ she used to call me Row but I guess when you betray your friend, you do not get to use pet names any longer. โSeth and I have been together before you both began dating. The engagement to you was his fatherโs ideaโฆ you do not think he wanted to get married to you, did you?โ She asks. โWhat are you talking about?โ I mutter. She laughs then, her voice grating on my ears. โYou have always had a stupid crush on Seth, always saying he will be your mate and so when you claimed he was your mate and your wolf hasโฆโ โI claimed?โ I stop her. โSeth is my mate!โ I scream at her โBut he is also mine!โ Isobel screams back at me. โYou are lying, that is not possibleโ โIt is rare but not impossible and that is what we are going to tell the members of the pack. They are going to hear that my wolf has mated with his and he has rejected your bond because of your family. They are going to accept me as Luna of the pack and if you want to save yourself then you will accept Sethโs offerโ โYou plotted this, didnโt you? You plotted this treason and you somehow roped my family into itโ I accuse. โWhatever are you talking about, dear girlโ She mocks, her eyes wide with innocence. โGet outโ I snarl, my eyes blue with rage. โYour parents have been arrested but we are yet to catch Sybillia. Where did you send her?โ She questions. I am confused at this because I know I sent Sybil to find our mother and so if they have both been arrested then she is supposed to be with them. โI have no idea where she isโ I mutter. โYes you do and you are going to tell me. Tomorrow is my wedding and I am not going to have you ruin my chances at being Luna of this packโ My lips curve up in a smile but I say nothing. โWhere the is she?โ Isobel asks again, approaching me. โI have no ideaโ I repeat. She stares at me, the anger evident in her gaze. โYou will pay for thisโ She declares right before walking out and leaving me in the darkness. I do not know how long the night lasts but the doors open again and I hear a tumble and then a yelp. โWhoโs there?โ I mutter. โRowena?โ I hear my sister. โSybil?โ I ask, scampering to my feet. โHow are you here? I thought you somehow escapedโ โI was caught. They have mom and dad and theyโฆ they are going to kill themโ She cries out. โCome hereโ I mutter. I put my hand out through the opening and touch my sister, our hands connecting and holding. I can feel her panic and I am sure she can feel mine too. โEverything will be alrightโ I reassure her. โWhat are we going to do?โ She asks me. โWe have to do somethingโ โWe ask the moon goddess for helpโ I tell her. We both close our eyes and begin praying to the moon goddess. I feel peaceful for the first time since our ordeal began and so I close my eyes, my hand still intertwined with my sisterโs and I drift into sleep. โฆ โDrag her out!โ The loud boom of voice arouses me from my sleep. I hear screaming right before my sister is yanked from my grasp. โNo, leave her aloneโ I yell. The door to my prison is also opened and I am dragged out too. โLeave my sister the โฆโ One of the guards back hand me across the face and blood spurts out of my mouth. โShut your mouth, cuntโ He snaps. I can still hear her screams as I am led out into the open with members of the pack staring at me with disgust evident on their faces. I stare back, refusing to lower my gaze. I am not a traitor and neither is any member of my family so why should I be ashamed? I am pushed forward until we come to the clearing and I see Seth and Isobel both seated with my father and mother kneeling. They are tied up and I can see that they have both taken beatings but I do not see Sybillia anywhere. โWe are gathered here today to sentence Grant and Helena Stuart for the crime of dabbling into the dark artsโ Seth announces. The crowd cheers and I can feel the bile rising in my mouth at the sound of their hooping. They are happy, I think. I knew we were hated but I did not think they would be happy to see us die. Where is my sister? Where was she taken? I think to myself. โHow do you both plead?โ Seth roars, rising to his feet. My father says nothing and so does my mother. โI will spare both your daughters if they denounce your family right this minuteโ He declares. There are hushed protest about this but no one dares say anything to counter the Alpha of the pack. I can see that my father is about to speak up but we are interrupted by a commotion and sounds of running. I turn around, my eyes happening upon Sybillia who is holding a crossbow aimed at Seth. She has blood running from the center of her legs and I can see that she can hardly stand. โNoโ I scream, rising to my feet to stop her but I am held back by the guards. โYou assholeโ She pants. โYou cannot do this, Sybilโฆ it is treasonโ I scream, tears streaming down my face. โPut the crossbow down, Sybilliaโ My fatherโs calm voice comes through. My sisterโs eyes are bright as she stares pointedly at Seht who has not breathed a word and then she drops the crossbow. I heave a sigh of relief at this while the guards grab the weapon, taking it away from her grasp. There is still a hushed silence, like everyone was waiting for a reaction from the Alpha with bated breath. I turn to Seth, his eyes are black with rage and I know there is trouble. โDo itโ I hear him say. Do what? I am confused but I follow his eyes to where my sister remained standing. I see the swing of the sword too late as my sister is cut down. 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Yes | 2025-02-25 16:51 | active | 2627 | 0 | ๐Click to read on๐Rejected by the Titan Alpha๐ | It rained hell the day I felt the ground rumble beneath my feet and I watched the scary Titan wolves descend from the volcano hilltop. Chaos ensued and people ran and screamed in terror. I found myself paralyzed, my legs rooted on spot and my mind unwilling to register to my brain that if I didn't move right now, I would be a dead little weak Omega soon. But the white wolves mesmerized me. And I couldn't reap my eyes off their glowing golden eyes even though they looked angry. "Effie, let's go!" After a considerable amount of my little sister's urgent inaudible voice on the background, I finally heard her clear scream, her hand pulling me with urgency. Finally, my legs gave way and we started to run. "Mom is going to kill us, Effie!" My little sister, Gage screamed as we ran. "Is that really your concern right now?!" I screamed back. Hot flames erupted from the ground just a step away from us, forcing us into an abrupt stop. Just then, we felt a heavy spark from behind us, like some bomb had went off. I looked behind me to catch the transformation of one of the wolves into a Titan wolf. I was seeing this for the first time and their height was massive, more than we heard in stories. He roars and caught sight of me. Fear caught hold of me, but before I could pull Gage away, he was throwing a thunder at me, causing us to fall over in the mix of sands and dirt. I tried to open my eyes but everywhere looked dark. Gage..... I peeled my eyes open and tried to look for my sister. But something else suddenly caught my attention. A smell that stung my nostril so hard, I wanted to get rid of it. The smell was the best I've ever smelled since all my eighteen years alive. It was happening. My mate was here. Why did he have to be here right now? I didn't find him two days ago after my birthday so why now? As I looked around, I found Gage's unconscious body laid beneath the dirt. "Gage!" I screamed and attempted to leap over to her but before I could, something big came over me. One of the White wolves. His eyes glistened with thunder as they watched me with anger. The fur on the body stood out as he growled slowly at me. He completely caged me so I couldn't escape. My heart beat rose up at his appearance, but it slowly went down as I realized the smell I perceived was now directly from him. He had found me here. Because he's my mate. I'm Mated to a white mountain wolf? But he looked pissed at me, like he was angry that I was his mate. I was weak and he didn't want me. I wouldn't want me either. Another big wolf comes and stands over my unconscious sister. As he looked away to see the second wolf, I notice an ornament around on of his arm. A beautiful clear crystal bracelet surrounding one arm. "Take the little girl." He said to the second wolf, his voice bold and instilling fear. "No! That's my sister!" I screamed. But my sister was already disappearing before my eyes, in the back of the second wolf as he ran away towards the volcano hill. Then my mate's eyes watched me. There was so much hate, so much disgust in them as they watched me. He looks above me and spoke "all the titans should fall back, today is not the day." Quickly, the entire place cleared in my eyes. Every last one of them disappeared, including him too. I hurried back to the village. The entire place was deserted. Some of the houses had fallen to the ground. Where did everybody go. I ran to my house but there wasn't a soul there. The last time Gage and I had seen our parents was when we took off this morning to go see the descent of the White wolves. What we didn't expect was a war between them and our people. They came out and killed everyone. Bodies laid piled up on the dirty ground. Nobody has ever seen where the Titan wolves lived but I needed to get my sister back. I dashed Into the house and took the only thing I had to fight, a crossbow my father had gifted me on my seventeen birthday. Then I dashed Into the woods, switching into my wolf form in order to be able to pick Gage's scent more quickly. I spent a considerable amount of time in the bushes, not finding a trail of her. I lost her scent. As I rounded around the volcano, I discovered a dark opening. Bracing myself, I fit myself into it and slipped inside. I landed on a can of rubbish. I peeped out and found a completely different world, a few people walking around. Exiting the can, I walked so people didn't notice me. I tried to pick my sister's scent but couldn't. I noticed a bridge and I climbed it, only to me stinged by that same scent from earlier. My mate's scent. Quickly, I followed it. As I walked, I noticed a tall building resembling a castle. There's plenty of large windows. I bent over and climbed the wall, the scent getting heavier and heavier. Then I saw the person whose wolf form I'd seen earlier. He is dressed in what looked like a royal robe, a crown seated firmly on his head. He's a prince? A king? The room was filled with a lot of fancy dressed people. There seemed to be an occasion going on but I couldn't give a care in the world. I rose the bow up and stroke the glass windows, letting myself in. I jumped inside the broken window and rolled on the floor until I was standing right in front of my mate and pointing my arrow at him, everyone gasping behind us. My eyes watched him with anger and fear, as his watched me without an emotion. With fire in my eyes, and a trembling voice, I asked "where is my sister?" .............................................................................. ALPHA CAIN's P. O. V. As I retreated away from the girl, I was compelled to go back to her. It was harder for me to leave like that but I have a mate chosen for me already and I needed to make it back to make her my mate. I found my mate, but I couldn't hurt my best friend for her. "Your Highness," My beta, Eli called "I think we should meet everyone now. It is time." We were standing in my room, both dressed. Today, Anisa and I will be wedded and mated. She would be my Queen and most of all, she will be my Luna. "I found my mate, Eli." I muttered to him. "You did what was best. That Omega girl is weak. She is not a royal blood." He's right. From the beginning of time, the Titan wolves of the royal descent must be mated to only those from the royal blood too. They didn't follow the moon goddess's rule of mating who has been chosen for you. "And her sister?" I asked. "The doctor is taking care of her. I'm sure she's fine now." I nodded before we headed out. Just as I was about stepping out of my room, I caught her scent. I looked out the window but couldn't see her. Was she here, in white steel pack? Stepping into the room full of people waiting for my arrival, I caught Anisa's eyes watching me with delight. I sit next to her but I couldn't help perceive the scent around me. It was getting stronger and stronger. She was here. The window shattered from across the room and somebody threw herself in. Then she was in front of me in one second, her crossbow pointing at me, rage in her eyes. I'm turned on by her fierce entrance. "Where is my sister?" She had come for her sister? Her voice has some fear in them, but she was brave. "Your sister is now our prisoner" I told her coldly. Every second that I watched her, I wanted to hold her in my arms. But I had my duties to my family and my people. Then she did something that completely shocked me. She lowered her crossbow and stood up. Then pointed a finger at me and said "this man right here is my mate!" Everyone gasped. "And he knows that!" "I am getting married to my rightful mate!" I shot back, pulling Anisa's hand into mine. There's a shock in her eyes at this revelation. What did she think we were gathered here for? A tea party? I saw the pain in her eyes. But as quickly as they came, they disappeared, replaced by anger. She points her crossbow at me again. "I, Effie Owens reject you as my mate, Alpha." She said, disgust and pain emitting from her voice. She looked like if I even made a move she would put that arrow inside of me. "I, Alpha and Prince Cain Malachi do not accept your rejection." I said with gritted teeth. Whispers rose from the people in the room but I didn't care. She didn't get to reject me. She was a weak and low Omega, without even a royal bloodline. I am the one who gets to reject her. "Seize her." I commanded, my eyes watching hers intensely. She doesn't shoot the arrow even when it's pointed at my chest, tears welling up in her eyes. The sight breaks my heart. It shatters my entire being. I know that I have a lot of questions to answer later, but so be it. My men apprehends her, dragging her to the corner. EFFIE's P. O V. "The king and queen has arrived !" Someone announced as the large glass doors pulled open and two couple whom I assumed to be this arrogant prince's parents to be walked in. They were filled with so much grace, I'd never seen anything like this before. A man dressed in a cloak follows them, stopping where Cain is now standing, the blond woman rising now to stand before him. My heart broke when he said that he had a mate. But I did the only thing I could to protect my heart: rejecting him first. After all, I'd only come here for my sister, not to be mated with him. I watched in horror as the cloaked man said some things, uniting them, and Cain leaning over her and digging his fangs into her neck, marking her. I watched, my heart beat accelerating painfully. Cain gives me a look, a look intended to hurt me and yes he was winning. Because I was hurt. That should be me. As the guards pulled me out of the room, my eyes lingered on Cain. I will never be with my mate. The guards were talked me to completely different building. I didn't realize it was a cell section until I was seeing some people from my village caged inside. They all gasped as they saw me. "Effie?" I heard my mother's voice and I turned immediately to see her against the cell bar, tears smeared all over her face. "Mother?" I called, my heart growing heavy. But the guards pushed me forward before I could reach her. I screamed and tried to fight them before they bundled me up and threw me into an empty cell. I spent the entire night sobbing. I had no idea where my little sister was, and I'd lost my mate the same way I met him. I was a weak Omega. My life has always been worthless. Why wasn't I one of those people who died back at the village? I didn't know I slept off until the next morning's light was burning my eyes through the window. I heard the bar doors opening with urgency, and a man picking my arm and dragging me out. I didn't find my mother in the cell I'd seen her last night as we went outside. I was dragged and dropped in the middle of two huge Titan wolf statues. That scent stung my nostrils again and I looked up to find Cain standing high above me, his parents right next to him along with some guards. Around us where his pack members, waiting for what was about to happen. Just as I was. Cain's father steps forward, silencing the crowd before speaking "this little Omega before you all here entered into my city illegally last night and tried to murder my son on his wedding night!" "Your son murdered my people!" I roared back, enough that everyone would hear me "and he kidnapped my little sister!" I lost my sister and my mate already. Might as well die. "If my son took your sister or did any of the things that you accuse him of, then he had his reasons." He replied, much to my surprise. What? The father steps away and Alpha Cain comes forward, his eyes watching me intimidatingly. "For punishment of her crimes, she will be exiled from the entire northern territories....." Wait, can he do that? I don't even belong to his pack. But he's a king, so does that mean he has the power to do that? "She will be blindfolded and taken far away, where she would never come back to harm our king again!" The person I assumed to be his Beta standing right next to him said. He couldn't do this to me. I haven't even seen my sister yet. I cannot leave my parents here as slaves to him. I thought he was supposed to be my mate. Why was he being so cruel when he didn't even know me? I was pulled away by the same guards and into a different building now. I was dumped inside a room with a large bed and other bedroom necessities. A few seconds later, I felt presence behind me. I started to turn, but I was pinned down on the bed before I could. My eyes grew wide as I watched Cain's face above mine, his big body caging my smaller one beneath him. He had his palm against my mouth, muffling my screams. "You didn't think I was going to let you go just like that, did you?" His voice is still and venomous. His hand slides in between my thighs. If this was a different situation, I'd have loved every touch. But instead, tears ran down my eyes. I tried to fight him but it seemed impossible against him. So I just laid there and watched his cold eyes as he rose my dress up and pushed himself in between my legs. He pulls his short down. I was aware of what he was going to do to me but I didn't have any strength left to fight him. In one swift move, he drove himself inside me. I've never had sex with any man before, but he pinned me here and stole my virginity from me. Pain shot through me like a knife as he pushed himself inside of me, forcefully. I cried painfully but he didn't care. He pulls out and turns me face down on the bed. Then he continued to me harder. I cried onto the bed but he didn't stop. After what felt like forever, he stopped and whispered into my ear "I do not want to ever see you again." And then he was gone. .............................................................................. FIVE YEARS LATER. EFFIE'S P O V . "The Blogwood companies would be expecting a return of this paper work tomorrow miss Genevieve" My personal assistant, Jessica said as she placed a piece of paper in front of me. I quickly signed the papers. I was going to be present at a one week advertisement for the Blogwood companies by next week. They'd contacted me to be the face of their latest 'celebrity choice' outfits for the week. I was getting a lot of money by just showing my face on screen and I didn't care. Jessica walks out with the now signed papers. Four years after all that happened, I'd found a way to leave everything behind and come to a different world and time where there were no fights, no wars. Where I could live a normal life amongst humans. I lived as a different person to hide myself better. I had to hide my identity so Alpha Cain couldn't find me ever again. And I have fit in well but each time, I would remember Gage and wonder what happened to her, what happened to our parents and what happened to the pack behind the volcano. I rose up and walked out, wanting to leave my past behind as I've managed to do for five years. The Blogwood companies was a huge company and a huge opportunity for me, I needed to put all my focus on it. One week later after my contract with Blogwood was sealed, I was getting ready in the dresser room backstage inside the arena where the advertisement was taking place. After getting my make up done, I was dressed in a beautiful shimmering red slip dress with a slit that revealed one of my thighs. The manager and scriptwriter of the advertisement for the Blogwood companies, Mrs Smith runs in, out of breath. "I'm sorry but we need you out right now, miss Genevieve." Mrs Smith said quickly. "Chill out, Smith, I'm just about done here." I told her. "Yes, yes. I'm sorry, it's just we have someone huge coming and he's here already. He will be your co star in the advert....." "Co star?" I cut her off "nobody told me I was doing this with a second person. How come nobody told me." "I'm really sorry, it was a short notice." "That's alright," I said as I started towards the exit "tell me what I'm doing again?" "Alright," Mrs Smith said "so you'll get on to the stage and meet a few people standing over tables and working on their laptops. You lean over and ask them what they're doing. That's when you'll introduce the new tech app to them which my team will project on the board above. And that is when your co star comes in. Of course you have absolutely nothing to worry about because everything will be screened for you to see." I nodded before stepping out. Just as Mrs Smith had said, there's at least five tables with two to three people around it. The entire place has been set to look like a real event, camera crew at the back filming everything. I walked over to the designated table and started to speak with them, just as it was scripted. The app which is the purpose of this entire advert, comes up on the projected white board. "And the 'tech world' app everyone has been anticipating.." a very deep masculine voice speaks from the other side of the stage. The voice sounded almost familiar but I refrained myself from turning around and looking at the owner of the voice. "Tech wood is what you need to make your businesses reach the people who needs it." His voice continued. I heard him approach me before I felt a hand slip around my waist gently, causing me to turn around. I'm peering up at the beautiful ocean blue eyes I thought I'd never see again, the same ones I thought I left behind completely. Alpha Cain looked down at me, a long smile on his face. I completely forgot that I was on screen and just continued to watch him. ALPHA CAIN'S P. O. V. When I walked into the arena, I hadn't expected to be seeing the woman I thought I'd lost long ago. But it was her, Effie, my mate. As I saw her in the red dress, all I could remember was how I forced myself on her that day. But I needed to do that so she doesn't come back. But I never expected her to disappear forever. And now here she was. I watched her from my seat as she talked and when it was my cue, I went into the scene and started saying my line. I tried to stay off her but I couldn't help it and slipped a hand around her waist. Beautiful deep brown eyes stared at me, the same eyes that watched me bravely the night she had her crossbow pointed at my heart. What was she doing in this world? "Cut!" The director screamed from the camera set and she quickly pushed me off her and hurried out of the room. She's so repulsive to me and I didn't blame her. I couldn't stop looking at her from across the room even as people tried to chat with me. I didn't want to let her out of my sight. Once I sighted her walking out of the room, I attempted to go after her but I was quickly blocked by Mr Blogwood himself, the host of the day. "Not so fast, Mr Cain!" He said, my eyes still fixed on Effie's disappearing dress "we still have dinner before you leave remember?" Turning to Eli who stood beside me, I whispered to him "follow her." Then I turned to Mr Blogwood and let him lead me to his car parked outside. Mr Blogwood took me to a fancy dinner where he introduced me to some of his most important associates. My father said in this human world, status matters and the more famous people I got to know, the better. And now, I've found a reason to stay longer. After the dinner, I returned to my hotel suit and still, Eli wasn't yet back. I've never for once stopped regretting everything I put Effie through after our first meet under that volcano the day we whipped out her entire city. When I first saw her, my heart couldn't stop racing after her. But I had a duty to my subjects and it was marrying a woman of the royal blood. Every day after raping her in that room, I fantasized about holding her body again, making love to her. I've never stopped wanting her. Over the years I tried not to think of the worst that could happen to her. I also never thought she would end up here a successful woman. My phone started vibrating on the bed and I picked it up. "Speak to me" I said to Eli. "Alpha, I followed your mate across town," he said "and she has a son. A son looking to be not more than 5 years, Alpha. And there's no record of her getting married." I stood up instantly. She had a son? How was that possible. Could it be what I was thinking? I ended the call with Eli and quickly searched for Mr Blogwood's contact and dialed him. He picked up on the first ring. "Mr. Blogwood, I need a favor from you," I said "I need to know more about Miss Genevieve, everything you can find including her son." "I'll get back to you right away, let me make a call." He said and disconnected the call. I didn't think Effie could have been pregnant from that rape five years ago, could she? I was swimming in my own thoughts when Mr. Blogwood's call came in and I picked it instantly. "I called someone who has been acquainted with her since she arrived here," he said "apparently, miss Genevieve came to her heavily pregnant exactly five years ago. Then she had a son called Ace. She doesn't talk about her son much but she had said that she got pregnant off a one night stand with a man she loved." A night stand..... After ending the call, my heart swelled with anger and frustration. I can't believe I did this to her. It doesn't take me time before I got a hold of her number which is registered in her fake name. "We need to meet," I said as soon as she picked up "I know about my son." "You do not have a son with me, Cain." Her voice is cold and as usual, intimidating. So I used the only leverage I had "if you want to see your sister again, you would meet and show me my son." 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๐ฅClick to Read more about๐<Rejected by the Titan Alpha>๐ | It rained hell the day I felt the ground rumble beneath my feet and I watched the scary Titan wolves descend from the volcano hilltop. Chaos ensued and people ran and screamed in terror. I found myself paralyzed, my legs rooted on spot and my mind unwilling to register to my brain that if I didn't move right now, I would be a dead little weak Omega soon. But the white wolves mesmerized me. And I couldn't reap my eyes off their glowing golden eyes even though they looked angry. "Effie, let's go!" After a considerable amount of my little sister's urgent inaudible voice on the background, I finally heard her clear scream, her hand pulling me with urgency. Finally, my legs gave way and we started to run. "Mom is going to kill us, Effie!" My little sister, Gage screamed as we ran. "Is that really your concern right now?!" I screamed back. Hot flames erupted from the ground just a step away from us, forcing us into an abrupt stop. Just then, we felt a heavy spark from behind us, like some bomb had went off. I looked behind me to catch the transformation of one of the wolves into a Titan wolf. I was seeing this for the first time and their height was massive, more than we heard in stories. He roars and caught sight of me. Fear caught hold of me, but before I could pull Gage away, he was throwing a thunder at me, causing us to fall over in the mix of sands and dirt. I tried to open my eyes but everywhere looked dark. Gage..... I peeled my eyes open and tried to look for my sister. But something else suddenly caught my attention. A smell that stung my nostril so hard, I wanted to get rid of it. The smell was the best I've ever smelled since all my eighteen years alive. It was happening. My mate was here. Why did he have to be here right now? I didn't find him two days ago after my birthday so why now? As I looked around, I found Gage's unconscious body laid beneath the dirt. "Gage!" I screamed and attempted to leap over to her but before I could, something big came over me. One of the White wolves. His eyes glistened with thunder as they watched me with anger. The fur on the body stood out as he growled slowly at me. He completely caged me so I couldn't escape. My heart beat rose up at his appearance, but it slowly went down as I realized the smell I perceived was now directly from him. He had found me here. Because he's my mate. I'm Mated to a white mountain wolf? But he looked pissed at me, like he was angry that I was his mate. I was weak and he didn't want me. I wouldn't want me either. Another big wolf comes and stands over my unconscious sister. As he looked away to see the second wolf, I notice an ornament around on of his arm. A beautiful clear crystal bracelet surrounding one arm. "Take the little girl." He said to the second wolf, his voice bold and instilling fear. "No! That's my sister!" I screamed. But my sister was already disappearing before my eyes, in the back of the second wolf as he ran away towards the volcano hill. Then my mate's eyes watched me. There was so much hate, so much disgust in them as they watched me. He looks above me and spoke "all the titans should fall back, today is not the day." Quickly, the entire place cleared in my eyes. Every last one of them disappeared, including him too. I hurried back to the village. The entire place was deserted. Some of the houses had fallen to the ground. Where did everybody go. I ran to my house but there wasn't a soul there. The last time Gage and I had seen our parents was when we took off this morning to go see the descent of the White wolves. What we didn't expect was a war between them and our people. They came out and killed everyone. Bodies laid piled up on the dirty ground. Nobody has ever seen where the Titan wolves lived but I needed to get my sister back. I dashed Into the house and took the only thing I had to fight, a crossbow my father had gifted me on my seventeen birthday. Then I dashed Into the woods, switching into my wolf form in order to be able to pick Gage's scent more quickly. I spent a considerable amount of time in the bushes, not finding a trail of her. I lost her scent. As I rounded around the volcano, I discovered a dark opening. Bracing myself, I fit myself into it and slipped inside. I landed on a can of rubbish. I peeped out and found a completely different world, a few people walking around. Exiting the can, I walked so people didn't notice me. I tried to pick my sister's scent but couldn't. I noticed a bridge and I climbed it, only to me stinged by that same scent from earlier. My mate's scent. Quickly, I followed it. As I walked, I noticed a tall building resembling a castle. There's plenty of large windows. I bent over and climbed the wall, the scent getting heavier and heavier. Then I saw the person whose wolf form I'd seen earlier. He is dressed in what looked like a royal robe, a crown seated firmly on his head. He's a prince? A king? The room was filled with a lot of fancy dressed people. There seemed to be an occasion going on but I couldn't give a care in the world. I rose the bow up and stroke the glass windows, letting myself in. I jumped inside the broken window and rolled on the floor until I was standing right in front of my mate and pointing my arrow at him, everyone gasping behind us. My eyes watched him with anger and fear, as his watched me without an emotion. With fire in my eyes, and a trembling voice, I asked "where is my sister?" ------------------------ As I retreated away from the girl, I was compelled to go back to her. It was harder for me to leave like that but I have a mate chosen for me already and I needed to make it back to make her my mate. I found my mate, but I couldn't hurt my best friend for her. "Your Highness," My beta, Eli called "I think we should meet everyone now. It is time." We were standing in my room, both dressed. Today, Anisa and I will be wedded and mated. She would be my Queen and most of all, she will be my Luna. "I found my mate, Eli." I muttered to him. "You did what was best. That Omega girl is weak. She is not a royal blood." He's right. From the beginning of time, the Titan wolves of the royal descent must be mated to only those from the royal blood too. They didn't follow the moon goddess's rule of mating who has been chosen for you. "And her sister?" I asked. "The doctor is taking care of her. I'm sure she's fine now." I nodded before we headed out. Just as I was about stepping out of my room, I caught her scent. I looked out the window but couldn't see her. Was she here, in white steel pack? Stepping into the room full of people waiting for my arrival, I caught Anisa's eyes watching me with delight. I sit next to her but I couldn't help perceive the scent around me. It was getting stronger and stronger. She was here. The window shattered from across the room and somebody threw herself in. Then she was in front of me in one second, her crossbow pointing at me, rage in her eyes. I'm turned on by her fierce entrance. "Where is my sister?" She had come for her sister? Her voice has some fear in them, but she was brave. "Your sister is now our prisoner" I told her coldly. Every second that I watched her, I wanted to hold her in my arms. But I had my duties to my family and my people. Then she did something that completely shocked me. She lowered her crossbow and stood up. Then pointed a finger at me and said "this man right here is my mate!" Everyone gasped. "And he knows that!" "I am getting married to my rightful mate!" I shot back, pulling Anisa's hand into mine. There's a shock in her eyes at this revelation. What did she think we were gathered here for? A tea party? I saw the pain in her eyes. But as quickly as they came, they disappeared, replaced by anger. She points her crossbow at me again. "I, Effie Owens reject you as my mate, Alpha." She said, disgust and pain emitting from her voice. She looked like if I even made a move she would put that arrow inside of me. "I, Alpha and Prince Cain Malachi do not accept your rejection." I said with gritted teeth. Whispers rose from the people in the room but I didn't care. She didn't get to reject me. She was a weak and low Omega, without even a royal bloodline. I am the one who gets to reject her. "Seize her." I commanded, my eyes watching hers intensely. She doesn't shoot the arrow even when it's pointed at my chest, tears welling up in her eyes. The sight breaks my heart. It shatters my entire being. I know that I have a lot of questions to answer later, but so be it. My men apprehends her, dragging her to the corner. EFFIE's P. O V. "The king and queen has arrived !" Someone announced as the large glass doors pulled open and two couple whom I assumed to be this arrogant prince's parents to be walked in. They were filled with so much grace, I'd never seen anything like this before. A man dressed in a cloak follows them, stopping where Cain is now standing, the blond woman rising now to stand before him. My heart broke when he said that he had a mate. But I did the only thing I could to protect my heart: rejecting him first. After all, I'd only come here for my sister, not to be mated with him. I watched in horror as the cloaked man said some things, uniting them, and Cain leaning over her and digging his fangs into her neck, marking her. I watched, my heart beat accelerating painfully. Cain gives me a look, a look intended to hurt me and yes he was winning. Because I was hurt. That should be me. As the guards pulled me out of the room, my eyes lingered on Cain. I will never be with my mate. The guards were talked me to completely different building. I didn't realize it was a cell section until I was seeing some people from my village caged inside. They all gasped as they saw me. "Effie?" I heard my mother's voice and I turned immediately to see her against the cell bar, tears smeared all over her face. "Mother?" I called, my heart growing heavy. But the guards pushed me forward before I could reach her. I screamed and tried to fight them before they bundled me up and threw me into an empty cell. I spent the entire night sobbing. I had no idea where my little sister was, and I'd lost my mate the same way I met him. I was a weak Omega. My life has always been worthless. Why wasn't I one of those people who died back at the village? I didn't know I slept off until the next morning's light was burning my eyes through the window. I heard the bar doors opening with urgency, and a man picking my arm and dragging me out. I didn't find my mother in the cell I'd seen her last night as we went outside. I was dragged and dropped in the middle of two huge Titan wolf statues. That scent stung my nostrils again and I looked up to find Cain standing high above me, his parents right next to him along with some guards. Around us where his pack members, waiting for what was about to happen. Just as I was. Cain's father steps forward, silencing the crowd before speaking "this little Omega before you all here entered into my city illegally last night and tried to murder my son on his wedding night!" "Your son murdered my people!" I roared back, enough that everyone would hear me "and he kidnapped my little sister!" I lost my sister and my mate already. Might as well die. "If my son took your sister or did any of the things that you accuse him of, then he had his reasons." He replied, much to my surprise. What? The father steps away and Alpha Cain comes forward, his eyes watching me intimidatingly. "For punishment of her crimes, she will be exiled from the entire northern territories....." Wait, can he do that? I don't even belong to his pack. But he's a king, so does that mean he has the power to do that? "She will be blindfolded and taken far away, where she would never come back to harm our king again!" The person I assumed to be his Beta standing right next to him said. He couldn't do this to me. I haven't even seen my sister yet. I cannot leave my parents here as slaves to him. I thought he was supposed to be my mate. Why was he being so cruel when he didn't even know me? I was pulled away by the same guards and into a different building now. I was dumped inside a room with a large bed and other bedroom necessities. A few seconds later, I felt presence behind me. I started to turn, but I was pinned down on the bed before I could. My eyes grew wide as I watched Cain's face above mine, his big body caging my smaller one beneath him. He had his palm against my mouth, muffling my screams. "You didn't think I was going to let you go just like that, did you?" His voice is still and venomous. His hand slides in between my thighs. If this was a different situation, I'd have loved every touch. But instead, tears ran down my eyes. I tried to fight him but it seemed impossible against him. So I just laid there and watched his cold eyes as he rose my dress up and pushed himself in between my legs. He pulls his short down. I was aware of what he was going to do to me but I didn't have any strength left to fight him. In one swift move, he drove himself inside me. I've never had sex with any man before, but he pinned me here and stole my virginity from me. Pain shot through me like a knife as he pushed himself inside of me, forcefully. I cried painfully but he didn't care. He pulls out and turns me face down on the bed. Then he continued to me harder. I cried onto the bed but he didn't stop. After what felt like forever, he stopped and whispered into my ear "I do not want to ever see you again." 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Yes | 2025-02-25 17:24 | active | 2628 | 0 | Read next chapter๐ | He divorced her because of cheating. She left a message: "You will regret it." 4 years later, he saw her on TV and introduced her as a top 100 female CEO, but she shone and attracted everyone's attention. He was frustrated and begged to win her back! ===== In the bustling, weathered heart of Orkset, flames erupted violently within an ancient apartment building. Propelled by gusts of wind, the fire devoured the structure, belching dense smoke and bright, searing tongues of flame. "Saved! They've been saved." The words echoed amidst the chaos. Firefighters emerged from the smoldering inferno, carrying Carrie Campbell to safety at the roadside. Her features, usually refined and expressive, were now smeared with soot; her sparkling eyes dimmed to a vacant gaze, hollow and lost. As reality seeped back into her consciousness, Carrie felt a rush of gratitude overpower her usual composure. Her voice, hoarse and weak, conveyed a profound "thank you" to her rescuers. Shaking, she fumbled for her phone, her fingertips quivering as they found the familiar number. "Hello, the person you are trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please try again later..." The automated message played after a few rings, leaving her with a lump in her throat, her unvoiced frustrations and sorrow welling up inside her. Bang! With a deafening roar, the explosion abruptly silenced the cold, mechanical voice echoing through the line. Carrie's head snapped upwards, shock painted on her face as she witnessed the apartment she had just exited erupt into flames. Chunks of debris were hurled into the air by the force of the blast, scattering across the sky. Panic engulfed the crowd as survivors, freshly rescued, screamed in terror. They huddled together, seeking solace in each other's arms, their cries piercing the tumultuous scene. In stark contrast, Carrie lay alone on a stretcher, her isolation magnified amidst the chaos. "Kristopher..." Fighting the dread creeping up her spine, Carrie pressed her lips together tightly and dialed her husband's number again, her resolve unwavering. Yet, the call disconnected after a few short rings, leaving her with a haunting silence. Just then, a Twitter notification flickered on her phone screen. The gossip feed was alive with the latest gossip: #LiseNash #MysteriouBoyfriend. According to the tweet, a producer from a well-known variety show had invited the renowned star Lise Nash to a dinner, which had quickly soured when she declined to partake in a toast. This act of defiance had sparked a confrontation, only to be interrupted by Lise's domineering boyfriend. He stormed into the private dining room, dismissing the producer with a dismissive wave and escorting Lise away. The tweet described the scene vividly, painting a picture of a powerful man defending his beloved partner. Yet, perhaps due to his prominence, only the back of the man was visible in the accompanying photos, preserving his anonymity. Meanwhile, Lise, donning an oversized suit jacket, beamed a smile, reaching out to clasp his hand as they departed together. Carrie's eyes were glued to the screen, her stare intense and unblinking as she absorbed the image before her. There he was--Kristopher Norris! The suit jacket draped carelessly over Lise was a dead giveaway. Every piece of clothing Kristopher owned had been meticulously tailored by a master craftsman abroad, a detail Carrie knew all too well. Her grip on her phone tightened, her knuckles blanching to a stark white, as if her very soul were being squeezed by an invisible hand, the pain sharp and acid-like in its intensity. In her most desperate moment, Kristopher had coldly disconnected their call, choosing instead to be at Lise's side. What was the worth of their two-year marriage? The tears she had been holding back now overwhelmed her, streaming down her face. Even as she tilted her head back in a futile attempt to stem the flow, the tears continued to escape. Lise had always been Kristopher's first love, a fact whispered and gossiped about among their circles. The Norris family had never approved of Lise, seeing her ordinary background as unfitting. Forced apart by family pressures, it had been Lise who ended things, but the past, it seemed, was not easily left behind. Kristopher had diligently pursued the leadership of the Norris family, harboring dreams of finally being with Lise. Yet, when he reached his goal, he discovered that Lise had already chosen another. In defiance of his family's expectations and perhaps out of bitterness, Kristopher turned to Carrie, a woman equally devoid of wealth or status, to become Mrs. Norris, thereby blocking any matchmaking attempts by his relatives. At that time, Carrie faced immense pressure from her father, Tristan Campbell, who was pushing her towards a marriage with a playboy, the son of a business associate, to cover her grandmother's steep medical expenses. Both Kristopher and Carrie, driven by their personal motives, consented to a marriage of convenience. Originally set for just one year, their contractual marriage stretched beyond its term, sustained by a shared understanding between them. Over time, Carrie began to believe in the authenticity of their union, never suspecting that it was merely an extension of her hopes. Just moments ago, a fire had nearly claimed Carrie's life. In that critical moment, she reached out to Kristopher, only to be twice rebuffed as he spent his time with Lise. This harsh reality shattered Carrie's illusions, revealing that her perceived transition from pretense to genuine relationship was nothing but a facade maintained by her own desires. Carrie wasn't even a temporary substitute in Kristopher's life but merely a pawn used to spite his family. After a poignant pause, tears welled up in Carrie's eyes, unstoppable and poignant. It might be time for her to release herself from the shackles of her own hopeful delusions--to stop deceiving herself. Chapter 2 Trending Topics The overwhelming number of injuries from the fire was staggering, straining the already frantic doctors and nurses as they tried to provide aid. Carrie had been merely grazed by a splintered clothes rack, which left a deep, jagged wound on her calf. In comparison to the chaos around her, her wounds seemed almost negligible. She managed to get basic care--a brisk cleaning and a quick wrap of bandages--at a local hospital before catching a cab back to her house. Bayview Villa, a grand property under Kristopher's name, was technically their matrimonial residence. Living alone had become the norm for Carrie, as Kristopher was hardly ever around. She had bid farewell to the housekeeper, discovering that her life could be quite adequately maintained with just takeout, deliveries, and the occasional visit from a part-time cleaner. Now, she found herself the sole occupant of the sprawling living room, sinking into the sofa, her gaze drifting across the empty space. The stark, monochrome decor did nothing to imbue warmth into the atmosphere. A chilling realization crept up on her: this vast, elegant space felt more like a colossal tomb, a silent grave for her lost years of youth and a love that had quietly slipped away. In this cold, echoing house, would anyone even notice if her breath ceased one day? Carrie exhaled a weary sigh, her frame heavy as she leaned against the cold wall for support, struggling up the stairs to her bedroom on the second floor. Each step was a battle, sending stabbing pains shooting through her from the surface of her skin down to her aching bones. The house, stark and hollow, echoed even the smallest sounds, magnifying her sense of isolation. It was today, amidst this profound silence, that Carrie truly grasped the all-encompassing nature of her loneliness--it was almost tangible, enveloping her senses with its texture and mournful whispers, tightening around her heart like a vice, producing a dull, relentless ache. Upon reaching the sanctuary of her bedroom, she collapsed onto the bed, the very embodiment of exhaustion, feeling it both physically and spiritually. Just as she surrendered to this weariness, the sharp ring of the phone pierced the silence. "You reached out to me earlier. What do you need?" Kristopher's voice cut through the line, cold and distant as ever. Carrie was caught off guard by his unexpected call. Words failed her as she parted her lips to respond, but before she could collect her thoughts, a soft, feminine voice floated through from the other end. "Kristopher, will you join me to..." A surge of emotions tightened Carrie's grip on the phone, her heart thumping louder with each second. Overwhelmed and unable to contain her rising panic, she demanded, "Who's there with you?" Kristopher gave no answer, merely stating in a flat, disinterested voice, "If there's something you need, let's catch up when I'm back. I have pressing engagements right now, so I must disconnect." He promptly ended the call, cutting off any chance for Carrie to reply. As the harsh beep of the disconnected line filled her ears, Carrie's lips twisted into a rueful grin. How utterly foolish she felt! Deep down, she knew his response all too well, yet she had clung to the hope of hearing his voice confirm it. With a sense of self-inflicted irony, Carrie activated her tablet and scrolled through the day's hot topics. One headline caught her eye: "A female star shielded from harassment at a dinner by her formidable partner." A wry smile twisted her lips. Carrie knew all too well what it was like to face harassment at those kinds of dinners. She vividly remembered her first major audition after her entering the showbiz; her agent had escorted her to a dinner with the influential director and producer of the drama series "Serene Sighs." As a novice in the dizzying world of showbiz, Carrie had felt incredibly vulnerable, uncertain of how to navigate the murky waters of such gatherings. The producer had eyed her shamelessly, sneering as he asked, "Is this the new talent you're introducing? She appears presentable, but I'm curious to see how she fares with a drink. Here's the deal, if you can gulp down this bottle in one go, I'll secure you an audition for the lead role." Carrie was inclined to decline, but under the relentless pressure from her agent, she found herself compelled to consume the entire bottle. As the evening wore on, she was hurriedly taken to the hospital suffering from a severe stomach ailment. Her agent, fretful about the prospect of the role slipping away to another, quickly settled the hospital charges and departed. At that time, Carrie found herself isolated in a hospital bed for several long days. Yet, even before Carrie could be released from the hospital, the media was abuzz with the announcement that Lise had secured the lead role in "Serene Sighs." Subsequently, her agent rebuked Carrie for her lack of ambition, complaining, "You are more appealing than Lise, so why can't you show more drive? She cozied up to Mr. Norris and hardly had to make an effort. She's surrounded by people eager to cater to her every need. I've heard that Mr. Norris personally orchestrated her landing the lead role in this production!" When the show premiered, Lise was catapulted into stardom, swiftly ascending to the elite echelons of the acting world. From that moment forward, Carrie let her acting aspirations wane and chose instead to devote herself entirely to supporting her husband, Kristopher. After all, no matter her efforts, she could never get the same career opportunities that Lise seemed to receive effortlessly with Kristopher's offhand remarks. At that time, Carrie had believed she was filling the role that was meant to be Lise's as Mrs. Norris, which meant she owed Lise. By giving up the career opportunities to Lise, Carrie thought they would settle their unspoken debt. However, Carrie hadn't foreseen that Lise would claim both the coveted career and Kristopher's affections. As Lise's professional and love life blossomed, Carrie came to the painful realization that she had been overly consumed with her romantic pursuits, at the expense of her career, and now, she found herself bereft of both love and professional fulfillment. With tears streaming down her face, Carrie viewed her past two years as tragically misguided. Given another opportunity, she resolved she wouldn't be so unguarded, letting her heart recklessly fall captive to Kristopher's charm. "Ms. Spencer, the new copyright contract is prepared. Please review it for any discrepancies." Her phone buzzed with the alert, snapping Carrie out of her reverie. She gazed at the PDF file attached in the message, her mind briefly overwhelmed. Under the pseudonym Katrina Spencer, Carrie had once made a name for herself as a budding screenwriter, selling numerous scripts in her early days. During her early career as Katrina, Carrie often sold her work for a pittance, compelled by her urgent need for immediate cash. Over the years, these scripts transformed into blockbuster films and hit series, catapulting Katrina's reputation to new heights. By this time, Carrie had married Kristopher and was no longer plagued by the financial woes that had once driven her to desperation--her grandmother's hefty medical bills were a thing of the past. With her financial crises resolved, Carrie's life had pivoted to domestic responsibilities, striving to be an exemplary wife to Kristopher. Amidst these changes, her pseudonym, Katrina Spencer, gradually receded into the background. However, her past as Katrina wasn't ready to be shelved just yet. Recently, an interested buyer had come forward, ready to pay a handsome sum for one of her old scripts. Carrie, however, was hesitant to sell. She raised several concerns about the contract presented to her, and to her astonishment, the buyer was genuine enough to revise it accordingly. Holding the revised contract in her hands, Carrie inhaled deeply, her resolve hardening. She seemed to have reached a crucial decision. Her fingers danced over her phone's keyboard with swift precision, typing out a firm command. "Create a divorce agreement following my terms and ensure it reaches Kristopher Norris at the Norris Group." Without pausing for a response, she placed her phone aside and limped toward the bathroom, each step echoing a blend of determination and newfound independence. Chapter 3 Exchange Of Conveniences Thirty minutes had passed, Carrie finally heaved herself up from the bathtub, her limbs feeling heavy and uncooperative. As she lifted her gaze, her own image in the mirror halted her movements--her skin appeared as smooth and impeccable as fine porcelain, glowing with an unblemished radiance. Her eyes, deep pools of allure, sparkled with an enchanting, soft warmth, inviting anyone who dared meet her gaze. Despite edging into her late twenties at twenty-five, she reveled in the fact that time had yet to etch its marks upon her flawless complexion. Surely, a woman with such a visage had no place for self-pity. Absorbed in her contemplation, Carrie carelessly extended her right leg onto the cold floor, forgetting it was the very limb she had injured. Wrapped excessively in cling film to shield it from moisture, the tight encasement had stifled her circulation, rendering her leg eerily numb. As her foot touched down, it betrayed her, slipping forward unexpectedly. "Ah!" Carrie gasped, her arms flailing in a frantic ballet, searching for a lifeline in the void. Just as she teetered on the brink of a painful rendezvous with the floor, the bathroom door burst open. Kristopher stood at the entrance, his suit immaculately tailored, creating a striking figure. As their eyes locked, he paused, visibly taken aback, then quickly closed the distance with brisk strides. Carrie's breath caught as Kristopher swept her up in a graceful bridal style, an unexpected tightness wrapping around her waist. Caught off guard by his sudden appearance, Carrie realized with a jolt that she was completely bare. A flush of embarrassment washed over her as she instinctively clutched her hands over her chest. This was their first moment of such intimacy since their wedding, and the discomfort made her toes curl inward, her skin blushing a delicate shade of pink. Kristopher looked down at her with a mischievous grin. "Let's be honest, there's not much to see," he teased gently. Feeling both mortified and slightly irritated, Carrie snapped back, "Oh, Mr. Norris, after all you've seen, I suppose nothing can impress you anymore." She carried her C-cup curves with understated charm, a touch of sensuality that outshone Lise's painfully flat, almost awkwardly rigid build. Yet Carrie knew well that without love, even the most perfect physique paled in comparison to the charm of one dearly cherished. Nonchalantly, Kristopher reached for a bathrobe hanging behind the door and draped it over her. His frown deepened at her comment. "What are you talking about, Carrie?" A thought seemed to strike him, and his expression grew even more impatient. "Tell me, did you send those divorce papers in the dead of night just to lure me back here--to catch you completely bare?" His tone was a mix of disbelief and annoyance. "I told you I was swamped with work. Was this dramatic display really necessary?" Carrie's temper flared at his accusatory tone, reigniting the tension between them. He was always so quick to lose patience with her. She wasn't the type to throw around words like divorce or breakups lightly. In fact, this was the first time she'd ever mentioned divorce in their two-year marriage, yet he seemed indifferent to her turmoil. He simply dismissed her concerns as if she were overreacting about trivial matters. Despite the throbbing pain in her leg, Carrie mustered her strength and said, "Put me down." Kristopher, however, paid no heed, his eyes scanning her leg swathed in bandages. His brow furrowed slightly. "What happened to your leg? Is this some elaborate ploy to lure me back?" At his words, a bitter laugh escaped Carrie. It seemed he viewed her as merely seeking attention, and in failing to capture it, she had likely concocted a story to draw him back, allowing her to dramatize her plight in his presence. With a blank face, she replied untruthfully, "It's a beauty treatment that shouldn't get wet." "Why did you suddenly decide to undergo such a treatment?" Kristopher inquired, his tone casual as he carried her outside, not pressing the issue further. His frame was large, and through his thin shirt, she could distinctly feel the warmth of his body and the defined shape of his chest muscles. The closeness created an uncomfortable tension for Carrie, who had resolved to end things once and for all. Her voice climbed involuntarily, sharper this time. "Oh, since when have you been concerned with such minor things, Mr. Norris?" For the first time, Kristopher witnessed her using biting sarcasm; it struck him as peculiarly amusing. With a calm demeanor, he responded, "You're my wife, it's only natural I'd be concerned about your well-being." "Really?" There was a somber note in Carrie's voice now. "It seems like you've never really regarded me as your wife. I'm scared that if I were to die, you wouldn't even know until much later." After all, at that very moment, Kristopher had been distracted, lost in moments with his first love, too consumed to lend an ear to her desperate pleas. Caught off guard by her accusation, Kristopher's eyes widened with surprise before he let out a disbelieving chuckle. "Carrie, what's brought on this sudden outburst of anger? Just because I was tied up this afternoon and missed your call? Perhaps I've been too indulgent with you lately, and it's made you a bit too presumptuous?" Carrie froze, startled. Was he accusing her of being too presumptuous? She realized their marriage had always been lopsided. In his eyes, she was nothing more than a transactional partner, a woman who had bartered her freedom for financial security. Their union was meant to be a mere exchange of conveniences, yet she had, quite foolishly, fallen deeply in love with him. In the tricky terrain of romance, the one who fell first invariably found themselves at a distinct disadvantage. Kristopher's dismissive reaction left Carrie reeling, her emotions dismissed as trifles, a tight knot of suffocation rising in her chest. "I said to put me down this instant!" Carrie exclaimed, jerking her head to the side, her voice laced with a sharp edge of impatience. Kristopher remained mute, effortlessly carrying her towards the bed before suddenly releasing his hold. Carrie felt a jolt as the support vanished, her heart skipping a beat as she instinctively grasped for him. Their bodies collided on the bed, her bathrobe teetering on the brink of decency, threatening to unravel with any minor shift. Propped on one elbow, Kristopher gazed down at her, his lips curled into a sly, teasing grin. "You wanted to be let go, didn't you? So why cling to me now?" His eyes, deep and sparkling like a midnight lake speckled with stars, captivated her. In those celestial depths, Carrie caught a glimpse of her own reflection. At times like this, she was misled into believing he harbored a deep affection. Sadly, his heart was a fortress reserved for Lise, and all Carrie had left were empty fantasies. "Boring!" she exclaimed, her voice devoid of any enthusiasm as she attempted to rise, her hand inadvertently brushing against something unexpected. The following moment brought a noticeable shift in his cock pressing against her stomach. "Don't move, or I can't promise what might happen next," he warned in a deep, gravelly voice. With a frown, Carrie internally cursed upon hearing the statement. It was an undeniable fact. Primal instincts steered the actions of men. Absence of affection didn't quell their basic desires. Yet, she dared not agitate Kristopher. Angling her face away, her body remained rigid, frozen in place. Carrie, feeling irked, shot back. "Didn't you say there's nothing here to see? What's with the reaction now, Mr. Norris? Are you really that easy to impress?" No sooner had her words flown than she grasped the potential repercussions of her sharp tongue. A wave of regret surged through Carrie, but instead of anger, Kristopher responded with a chuckle, "You are my wife, after all. Since that's something I can't alter, I might as well embrace it. Besides, it's been years since we became husband and wife--it would be a shame to neglect you completely." Chapter 4 Are You Out Of Your Mind? Kristopher slipped his hand beneath the folds of her bathrobe, his touch tracing the curve of Carrie's skin, as smooth and delicate as silk. He encircled her slender waist, drawing her closer with a gentle yet firm grip. Her face, a captivating canvas of defiance and visible irritation, ignited in him an uncontrollable urge to claim victory over her resistance. His breathing grew heavy, yet he remained composed, slowly removing his tailored suit. The fabric of his suit brushed lightly against Carrie's cheek, releasing a mix of scents: a familiar woody aroma intertwined with an unexpected zesty twist of lemon. It was unmistakably Jo Malone's Blue Agava and Cacao--Lise's signature scent. A surge of nausea overwhelmed Carrie at the realization. As Kristopher's eyes, now shaded with a stormy intensity, drew nearer to hers, the proximity conjured unwelcome visions of him with Lise. Her stomach churned violently, and with a sudden movement, she pushed him away, propping herself up with a jolt and a dry retch. "Ugh..." Her stomach had been empty all day, leaving her with nothing to bring up. The desire in Kristopher's gaze flickered out, replaced by a cold, detached expression as he withdrew slightly. Observing the genuine distress and the reddening of Carrie's eyes, Kristopher perceived her reaction for outright disgust at their closeness. He paused, fingers adjusting his shirt cuffs, his voice cold as he confronted her. "Carrie, is this reaction reserved only for me, or is it how you respond to all men?" The air in the room turned frosty, thick with tension. Carrie swallowed the sharp sting in her throat, her eyes widening in shock as she stared up at him. Ever since their marriage, she had cut ties with nearly all her male friends, yet here was Kristopher, casually tossing out comments sharp enough to cut glass. The years of love she had poured into their relationship now seemed utterly futile. Heat crept up her neck, coloring her cheeks a bright scarlet as indignation took hold. Without thinking, her hand flew up and delivered a stinging slap across Kristopher's face. All her suppressed grievances from the day ignited in that swift motion. Her bathrobe, loosened in the heat of the moment, slipped from her shoulders. Ignoring the flush of exposure, she swiftly gathered the fabric and draped it around herself, her movements quick and firm. The impact of her slap had left a light, crimson mark on Kristopher's cheek, marking him with her outrage. His eyes, wide with disbelief, met hers. "Carrie, are you out of your mind?" Out of her mind? Yes, she was clearly insane to ever fall for him in the first place. Carrie fumed silently, her heart pounding in her chest. Suddenly, the sharp buzz of the phone on the table cut through the mounting tension, its vibration bringing a brief respite from their standoff. Kristopher cast a fleeting glance at the message, shut off the phone with a snap, and strode towards the door, his back rigid with tension. Her voice, firm and unwavering, chased after him. "We're getting a divorce! Make sure you sign those papers before you walk out that door!" Kristopher paused briefly and said sharply, "I have something to do now. When I return, do whatever pleases you." With that, he forcefully shut the door. Carrie's eyes followed his unwavering exit, feeling an oppressive weight compressing her chest once again. She disregarded the sharp sting in her leg and hobbled determinedly toward her tablet. Fingers trembling, she hastily navigated to Lise's Twitter page. Lise had just uploaded a new tweet. The photo showed her lying down with a fever patch adhered to her forehead, still enveloped in Kristopher's familiar jacket. The caption read, "Being sick makes me extra clingy. Wishing I had someone here. Stay cozy and take care, everyone!" The simultaneous timing of these two events made it almost impossible for Carrie not to suspect that Kristopher had dashed off to tend to Lise. Carrie's instincts loudly proclaimed that this was no accident; Lise had deliberately sought to tug at Kristopher's heartstrings. It appeared her tactics were effective. Not even Carrie's stark threat of divorce could overshadow Lise's theatrical display of vulnerability. Seething with fury, Carrie quaked like a leaf swept into a storm. She steeled herself against the heartache, forcefully ripping the plastic wrap from her aching leg. After her lengthy soak, the bath's lingering moisture had infiltrated her skin, inflaming the wound until it was a vivid, angry red and painfully swollen. She, too, could be clingy. Even in the harshest times back in the county, she had shown vulnerability, breaking down into soft sobs within the comforting arms of her grandmother, especially that one time she got burned by the scalding kettle. But such vulnerability had its time and place, and it wasn't now. The stark reality of Kristopher's exit forced Carrie to confront her need for self-reliance. Biting down hard on her lip, Carrie cleaned the throbbing wound with a practiced hand before securely wrapping it anew. She rose with a newfound resolve and yanked a black suitcase from the far end of her expansive walk-in closet--it held all the belongings she'd brought into this house as a hopeful bride. She grabbed a fresh set of clothes to slip into and left a bank card neatly on the bedside table. She had transferred every penny she'd earned over the past year onto that card, effectively settling her financial entanglements with Kristopher over the last two years and cutting him out of her life for good. Dragging the heavy suitcase behind her, she limped painfully out of the opulent villa. As she passed through the gate, she wrapped her baseball jacket more tightly around her slight figure, her silhouette hauntingly solitary in the enveloping darkness. The night air of early spring was bitingly cold, devoid of any trace of warmth, a chill that seemed almost faint compared to the ice forming in Carrie's shattered heart. She had arrived here with nothing but a suitcase and a heart full of dreams, and now she was leaving, dreams crumbled, utterly alone. A bitter laugh slipped through her lips. If only she hadn't fallen so hard for him, if only she'd proposed an amicable separation at the end of their agreed year, maybe she wouldn't be wandering now, a lost soul in the shadow of her former self. Lise didn't have to lift a finger, and Carrie had already fallen, utterly broken and beyond redemption. Chapter 5 A Gathering Meanwhile, in the Oasis Club, renowned as the priciest spot in Orkset, the air within the VIP room crackled with excitement. Under the spell of bright lights and thumping music, a diverse group of men and women lounged together, basking in the exclusivity of the setting. Suddenly, the door burst open, revealing Kristopher in the doorway. The karaoke session halted abruptly as the crowd turned to greet him in unison, voices mingling. "Kristopher..." Before they could utter another word, a woman cloaked from head to toe stepped out from behind him. Lise, with a fluid motion, removed her mask and slid her arm through Kristopher's. She addressed the room with a poised charm. "My assistant took a sudden leave, and I found myself without company. Not keen on spending the evening alone, I invited Kristopher to join me. I trust that's alright?" Lise's beauty was without question. Her face was a delicate composition of cherry lips and a sculpted nose, framed by eyes that shimmered with a vulnerable allure, commanding a protective fervor from those around her--her presence, ethereal. In contrast, Carrie's features were more pronounced, her beauty vivid and striking. Lise, by comparison, carried a softer, more understated elegance. Yet, as it often goes, matters of the heart followed no simple paths. While Kristopher and Carrie were married, it was in name only; Kristopher seemed detached and seldom included her in private social events. The group didn't have much of a relationship with Carrie, leading them to feel no obligation to defend her. Upon hearing Lise's comment, a moment of discomfort rippled through the air. Nonetheless, they quickly recovered, offering a congenial smile as they said, "We're all friends here; let's not bother with formalities." Lise offered a subtle, knowing smile, as she gracefully accompanied Kristopher into the bustling room. The event that evening had been meticulously planned to express appreciation for Kristopher's contributions. As they stepped into the room, the crowd parted like the sea, making way for them to proceed to the seats of honor. The group's leader handed Kristopher a glass of wine with a flourish, proclaiming with a broad grin, "We truly owe you a debt of gratitude, Mr. Norris! Your exceptional talents are the talk of the town, and witnessing them firsthand today only confirms it. Without your expertise, securing this contract would have been a fantasy!" Their gathering marked the launch of a novel shopping platform, one that had been in negotiation with numerous local brands in Orkset. But the scenario changed dramatically when the tech giant JoyBuy dramatically entered the scene, stirring up the competitive landscape. Competing with JoyBuy was akin to the classic David versus Goliath tale--hopelessly daunting. In a surge of desperation, they turned to Kristopher, reaching out through a network of connections for his renowned strategic prowess. With his characteristic swiftness, Kristopher hatched an ingenious plan and swiftly secured the deal, snatching it from the clutches of JoyBuy right before the business association could ink their agreement--a masterful coup that reverberated success. This remarkable turnaround only intensified the already deep respect everyone held for Kristopher. Albin Murray, beaming with pride, couldn't help but boast, "Ah, just look at the caliber of his friends! They thought they could steal deals right under our noses, obviously underestimating Kristopher's clout!" Albin, born into the wealthy Murray family, counted himself among Kristopher's closest friends. He was renowned for his sprawling social web--a network through which the desperate plea for help was channeled to Kristopher. Meanwhile, Kristopher himself, the focus of all their discussions, reclined nonchalantly on the couch, bathed in the soft glow of the overhead lights. He was well-versed in the art of receiving compliments; thus, his expression stayed calm and detached. The ambient light sculpted his angular features, casting dramatic shadows that emphasized his high nose bridge and sharply cut jawline, as though he were a living masterpiece. His natural grace and detachment eclipsed any terrestrial magnificence. Following a sequence of celebratory toasts, when it became apparent that Kristopher merely touched his glass without truly drinking, the rest of the company toned down their conversation, allowing him a moment of repose with his eyes gently shut. Lise, slightly feverish, opted not to indulge in the spirits, choosing instead to sit in serene silence next to Kristopher, her eyes lingering on him with a look of deep, unmistakable adoration. Albin, captivated by the seemingly perfect pair, pondered the whims of destiny. He discreetly captured their image with his smartphone and nonchalantly shared it across his social networks. As the evening progressed and the liquor dwindled, the room's door swung open anew. Kristopher's personal assistant, Oliver Brooks, made his entrance, acknowledging the gathering with a courteous nod that bordered on respect but avoided groveling, swiftly positioning himself in front of Kristopher. Silence hung in the air, yet Lise, unable to contain her curiosity, leaned in and whispered, "What's going on?" Oliver, maintaining his focus on Kristopher, chose not to respond directly to her. A flush of embarrassment tinted Lise's cheeks as she turned towards Kristopher, hesitatingly inquiring, "Should I leave?" Kristopher adjusted his posture, his voice low and calm as he instructed, "Go ahead, speak." 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ใใงใๅชๅญใฏๆฏ่ฆชใซใชใๆฉไผใๅฅชใใใใ 7ๆฅๅพใๅณปไปใฏ้ขๅฉใๆฑใใใใๅฝผๅฅณใฏๆๅฆใใใ ใ ใใ็ ๆฐใฎใใจใ็ฅใฃใไปใๅฝผๅฅณใฏ้ใใๆใงๅฝผใฎ้ป่ฉฑใใใใใ 3ๅ็ฎใฎใณใผใซใงใคใชใใใจใๅฝผใฎๅทใใๅฃฐใ่ใใใฆใใใใ้ขๅฉไปฅๅคใฎ็จไปถใชใใใๅใซไผใๆฐใฏใชใใใ ๅชๅญใฏๆถใใใใใ็ใฎ่ฉฑใๅใๅบใใใจใใงใใชใใฃใใใใใจ้ป่ฉฑใฎๅใใใใ้็พใฎๅฃฐใ่ใใใฆใใใใๅณปไปๅใใใใใ่ตคใกใใใฎๅฎๆๆคๆปใใใ ใใฎ็ฌ้ใใใใใฆใใๆถใไธๆฐใซๆบขใๅบใใใใในใฆใ็ตใใใใๆใๆฅใใฎใ ใ ๅชๅญใฏใ้ใใๅฃฐใงใ็ตใๅบใใใใซใฝใคใใจๅใใใใๅณปไปโฆโฆใใใ้ขๅฉใใใใใ ๅณปไปใฏไธ็ฌใ้ฉใใใใใ ใฃใใใๅท็ฌใใฆ่จใฃใใใๅชๅญใไปๅบฆใฏใฉใใชๆใไฝฟใใคใใใ ๏ผใ ใๅฎถใงๅพ ใฃใฆใใใใใ ๅณปไปใฏใ้ป่ฉฑใ็ช็ถๅใใใๅพใๅ็ถใจในใใใ่ฆใคใใฆใใใ ไธๅนด้ๆๅฆใ็ถใใฆใใๅชๅญใใใชใไปๆฅใซๅๆใใใฎใ ใใ๏ผ ๅฝผๅฅณใซไผใใซ่กใใใจใๆฑบใใใ ใๅณปไปใใฉใใซ่กใใฎใ๏ผใ้็พใๅญใฉใใๆฑใใชใใ่ฟฝใใใใฆใใใ ใใใใๅฝผใฏไฝใ่จใใ็ซใกๅปใฃใใใใฎ็ฌ้ใ้็พใฎๅชใใ่กจๆ ใฏใฟใใฟใใใกใซๆใใใใปใฉๆใใชใฃใใ ใใฎๅฅณโฆโฆใพใไฝใไปๆใใฆใใใใญ๏ผ ็้ขใฎใใขใ้ใใใจใใๅชๅญใฏใใผใใซใฎใใฐใซ็ซใฃใฆใใในใผใใ็ใ่ใ้ซใ็ทๆงใ่ฆใใๆดใฃใ้ก็ซใกใฏๆฐทใฎใใใซๅทใใใใใฎๆใ็ณใซใฏๅชๅญใธใฎ่ปฝ่ใๆตฎใใใงใใใ ใใฉใใซ่กใฃใฆใใใ ๏ผใๅณปไปใๅทใใๅฐใญใใ ใใใใชใใจใฏใใคใใๆฐใซใใใฎ๏ผใ 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้ขใใ้ป่ฉฑใใใใฃใฆใใใใ้ซๆฉใใใใ็ถใใใๅฟ่็บไฝใ่ตทใใใพใใใใ ใใใฃ๏ผใใๅใใใพใ๏ผใ ็ ้ขใซๅฐ็ใใใจใๆ่กใฏใพใ ็ถใใฆใใใ ไปใๅฏไธใฎๅธๆใฏ็ถใๅฅๅบทใง็ใ็ถใใใใจใ ใใ ใฃใใ ็่ญทๅธซใๆ่ก่ฒป็จใฎ่ซๆฑๆธใๆๆธกใใฆใใใ็ท้กใฏ300ไธๅไปฅไธใ ใงใใไปฅๅๆฏๆใฃใๅ ฅ้ข่ฒปใงๆฎ้ใฏใใฃใใฎ10ไธๅใใฉใใใฆใ่ถณใใชใใฃใใ ไปๆนใชใใๅณปไปใซ้ป่ฉฑใใใใใ ๅทใใๅฃฐใ่ใใใใใใฉใใ ๏ผใใ30ๅๅพ ใฃใฆใใใใ ใๆฅใชใใจใใใฃใฆโโใ ใๅชๅญใใใใงใใใใใ๏ผใๅณปไปใ้ผปใง็ฌใใใใฉใใใพใๅใใคใใฆใใใใ ใใ๏ผใ ใใใช๏ผ ใๅใใใชใ๏ผ็ถใๅฟ่็บไฝใ่ตทใใใฆๆ่กใๅฟ ่ฆใชใฎ๏ผโโใ ใใใใงใๆญปใใ ใฎใ๏ผใๅณปไปใ้ฎใฃใใ ใใฎ่จ่ใซใๅชๅญใฏ่ณใ็ใฃใใใใใช่จใๆนใใไบบใใใใฎใ๏ผ ใใใใ๏ผๅณปไปใๆ่ก่ฒปใ300ไธๅไปฅไธใใใใฎใใ ใใๆ ฐ่ฌๆใๅ ใซๆฏใ่พผใใงใใใชใ๏ผๅฟ ใ้ขๅฉใใใใ๏ผใ ใๅชๅญใไฟบใ่ชฐใใใๅใฎ็ถ่ฆชใฎๆญปใๆใใงใใใใจใ็่งฃใใฆใใใใชใ้ใๆธกใใฎใฏใใใ ใใใใงใๆ็ถใใ็ตใใฃใๅพใซใ ใใ ใใใ ใ่จใใจใ้ป่ฉฑใฏๅใใใใ ๅชๅญใฎ้กใซใฏๅฐๆใๆตฎใใใงใใใใใคใฆๅฝผใฏ็ถใซๅฏพใใฆๆฌๆใๆใฃใฆใใใฏใใ ใฃใใใใใใไปใฎๅฝผใฎๅฃฐใซใฏๆฌๆฐใฎๆใใฟใๆปฒใใงใใใ ใชใใ ๏ผ 2ๅนดๅใฎ้ซๆฉๅฎถใฎ็ ด็ฃใจ็ตใณใคใใฆ่ใใใจใๅถ็ถใฎๅบๆฅไบใจใฏๆใใชใใชใฃใฆใใใ ใใใใใใฆใๅณปไปใ่ฃใงไฝใใไปๆใใใฎใ ใใใใใๅฎๅฎถใฏไธไฝใฉใใใฃใฆๅฝผใๆใใใฆใใพใฃใใฎใ ใใ๏ผ ไปใ่ใ่พผใไฝ่ฃใใชใใ็ถใฎๆฒป็่ฒปใไฝใจใใใใฎใๆๅชๅ ใ ใฃใใ ๆ่กๅฎคใฎๆใ้ใใใใๅ ็๏ผใ ใ้ซๆฉใใใใ็ถๆงใฏใชใใจใๆใกใใใใพใใใใ ๅชๅญใฏใใใใ่ธใๆซใงไธใใใใ ไป่ญทไบบใซ็ถใไปปใใๅธๅฝนๆใซๆฅใใ ใใๅณปไปใฏใฉใใซใใชใใฃใใ ็ฆใฆ้ป่ฉฑใใใใใใๅธๅฝนๆใซ็ใใใใใฉใใซใใใฎ๏ผใ ใไบๅๅฎคใ ใใ ใไปใใ้ขๅฉๆ็ถใใๆธใพใใซๆฅใฆใใใชใ๏ผใ ๅณปไปใฏ่ใ็ฌใฃใฆ่จใฃใใใๆฐๅๅใฎๅฅ็ดใจใๅใใฉใฃใกใๅคงไบใ ใจๆใ๏ผใ ใ็ตใใใพใงๅพ ใคใใโฆโฆๅณปไปใใ้กใใไป็ถใฏใ้ใๅฟ ่ฆใชใฎใใ ใใใๆญปใใ ใใ่ฌๅผไปฃใๅบใใฆใใใใใใใใ ใ่จใใจใๅฝผใฏ้ป่ฉฑใๅใฃใใ ๅใณ้ป่ฉฑใใใใใใใใงใซ้ปๆบใๅใใใใ ๅชๅญใฏๆฏใ่ฉฐใพใใใใชๆ่ฆใซ่ฅฒใใใใ ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใใฃใจใใ้ใซๅ จใฆใๅคฑใฃใฆใใพใฃใใ ไปใๅชๅญใๆใฃใฆใใๅฏไธใฎไพกๅคใใใใฎใฏใ็ตๅฉๆ่ผชใ ใใ ใฃใใ ๅฝผๅฅณใฏๆ่ผชใๅคใใ้ซ็ดๅฎ้ฃพๅบใซ่ถณใ่ธใฟๅ ฅใใใ ใใๅฎขๆงใ่ณผๅ ฅๆใฎ้ ๅๆธใจ่จผๆๆธใฏใๆใกใงใใ๏ผใ ใใฏใใใๅชๅญใฏๆฅใใงๆธ้กใๅทฎใๅบใใใ ใใใใใจใใใใใพใใๆ่ผชใฏๆคๆปใซๅบใๅฟ ่ฆใใใใฎใงใๆๆฅใพใใ้ฃ็ตกใใใฆใใใ ใใพใใใใ ๅชๅญใฏๅ่ฟซใใๅฃฐใง่จใฃใใใๆฅใใงใใใใงใใไปๆฅไธญใซใ้กใใใพใใใ ใใฏใใใๅบๅกใๆ่ผชใๆใกๅปใใใจใใใใฎๆใใใ็ฝใใฆ็น็ดฐใชๆใๆ่ผชใฑใผในใๆผใใใใ ใใใฎๆ่ผชใใจใฆใ็ด ๆตใญใ็งใ่ฒทใใใใ 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ใใใใฏใชใใฏใใฆ็กๆใงใ่ชญใฟใใ ใใ๏ผ | ้ซๆฉๅชๅญใๆซๆ็ใจ่จบๆญใใใใใฎๆฅใๅคซใฎไฝ่คๅณปไปใฏใๅๆใฎ็ธๆใฎๅญไพใฎไธ่ฉฑใใใฆใใใ ... ็ ้ขใงใไธญๆๆ ๆใๆธใ้กใง่จใฃใใใๅชๅญใใใๆ่กใๆๅใใใฐใ็ๅญ็ใฏ15%ใใ30%ใซใชใใใ ๅชๅญใฏใใฐใใฎใฒใใ็ดฐใๆใงใใ ใฃใจๆกใใใใ้ใใใๅฐใใช้กใซๆทฑใ้ฐใใๆตฎใในใฆใใใ ใๅ ่ผฉใใใๆ่กใๅใใชใใใฐใใฉใฎใใใ็ใใใใใฎ๏ผใ ใๅๅนดใใ1ๅนดใใใใใ ๅชๅญใฏๅใใใ ใฃใจๅใฟใใใใใฃใจ่จ่ใๅใๅบใใใใๅ ่ผฉใใใฎใใจใฏ็งๅฏใซใใฆใกใใใ ใใๅฎถๆใๅฟ้ ใใใใใชใใฎใใ ้ซๆฉๅฎถใฏใใงใซ็ ด็ฃใใฆใใใๅชๅญใฏ็ถ่ฆชใฎๅป็่ฒปใๅทฅ้ขใใใ ใใงใ็ฒพไธๆฏใ ใฃใใ ๆ ๆใฏ่ซฆใใใใใซ่จใฃใใใๅฃๅคใใชใใใใงใใ็ตๅฉใใฆใใใจ่ใใใๆฆ้ฃใใโโใ ใใ็ถใใใฎใใจใฏใ้กใใญใใใ่กใใชใใจใใๅชๅญใฏๅคซใฎ่ฉฑ้กใ้ฟใใใใใซใๆฉใ ใซใใฎๅ ดใ็ซใกๅปใฃใใ ็ถ่ฆชใฎๆฒป็ใๅงใพใฃใฆใใใฎ2ๅนด้ใๅคซใงใใไฝ่คๅณปไปใฏไธๅบฆใๅงฟใ่ฆใใใใจใใชใใฃใใๅฝผๅฅณใๅใใฆ้่กไบบใซ็ ้ขใธ้ใฐใใๆใงใใใใ ใ ใใคใฆใฏๅฝผใๅชๅญใๅคงๅใซใใฆใใใใ ใใๅๆใฎ็ธๆใงใใๆพๆฌ้็พใๅฆๅจ ใใ็ถๆ ใงๅธฐๅฝใใฆใใใใในใฆใๅคใใฃใใ ๅชๅญใใใคใฆๅฆๅจ ใใฆใใใใจใใใฃใใใใๆฅใๆนใงๆพๆฌ้็พใจใจใใซ่ฝๆฐดใใๆใๅฟ ๆญปใซใใใใชใใใๅฝผใ้็พใซๅใใฃใฆๆณณใใงใใๅงฟใ่ฆใใ ๅพใ้็พใฏ็กไบใซๅญใฉใใ็ฃใใ ใใงใๅชๅญใฏๆฏ่ฆชใซใชใๆฉไผใๅฅชใใใใ 7ๆฅๅพใๅณปไปใฏ้ขๅฉใๆฑใใใใๅฝผๅฅณใฏๆๅฆใใใ ใ ใใ็ ๆฐใฎใใจใ็ฅใฃใไปใๅฝผๅฅณใฏ้ใใๆใงๅฝผใฎ้ป่ฉฑใใใใใ 3ๅ็ฎใฎใณใผใซใงใคใชใใใจใๅฝผใฎๅทใใๅฃฐใ่ใใใฆใใใใ้ขๅฉไปฅๅคใฎ็จไปถใชใใใๅใซไผใๆฐใฏใชใใใ ๅชๅญใฏๆถใใใใใ็ใฎ่ฉฑใๅใๅบใใใจใใงใใชใใฃใใใใใจ้ป่ฉฑใฎๅใใใใ้็พใฎๅฃฐใ่ใใใฆใใใใๅณปไปๅใใใใใ่ตคใกใใใฎๅฎๆๆคๆปใใใ ใใฎ็ฌ้ใใใใใฆใใๆถใไธๆฐใซๆบขใๅบใใใใในใฆใ็ตใใใใๆใๆฅใใฎใ ใ ๅชๅญใฏใ้ใใๅฃฐใงใ็ตใๅบใใใใซใฝใคใใจๅใใใใๅณปไปโฆโฆใใใ้ขๅฉใใใใใ ๅณปไปใฏไธ็ฌใ้ฉใใใใใ ใฃใใใๅท็ฌใใฆ่จใฃใใใๅชๅญใไปๅบฆใฏใฉใใชๆใไฝฟใใคใใใ ๏ผใ ใๅฎถใงๅพ ใฃใฆใใใใใ ๅณปไปใฏใ้ป่ฉฑใ็ช็ถๅใใใๅพใๅ็ถใจในใใใ่ฆใคใใฆใใใ ไธๅนด้ๆๅฆใ็ถใใฆใใๅชๅญใใใชใไปๆฅใซๅๆใใใฎใ ใใ๏ผ ๅฝผๅฅณใซไผใใซ่กใใใจใๆฑบใใใ ใๅณปไปใใฉใใซ่กใใฎใ๏ผใ้็พใๅญใฉใใๆฑใใชใใ่ฟฝใใใใฆใใใ ใใใใๅฝผใฏไฝใ่จใใ็ซใกๅปใฃใใใใฎ็ฌ้ใ้็พใฎๅชใใ่กจๆ ใฏใฟใใฟใใใกใซๆใใใใปใฉๆใใชใฃใใ ใใฎๅฅณโฆโฆใพใไฝใไปๆใใฆใใใใญ๏ผ ็้ขใฎใใขใ้ใใใจใใๅชๅญใฏใใผใใซใฎใใฐใซ็ซใฃใฆใใในใผใใ็ใ่ใ้ซใ็ทๆงใ่ฆใใๆดใฃใ้ก็ซใกใฏๆฐทใฎใใใซๅทใใใใใฎๆใ็ณใซใฏๅชๅญใธใฎ่ปฝ่ใๆตฎใใใงใใใ ใใฉใใซ่กใฃใฆใใใ ๏ผใๅณปไปใๅทใใๅฐใญใใ ใใใใชใใจใฏใใคใใๆฐใซใใใฎ๏ผใ ใ้ขๅฉๅฑใซใตใคใณใใฆใใใๅฟ ่ฆใใใใใ ใใฎ่จ่ใฏ้ญใ้ใฎใใใซๅฝผๅฅณใฎๅฟใๅบใใใๆฟกใใไฝใๅผใใใใชใใใๅฝผๅฅณใฏใซใใณใใๆธ้กใ้ใใซๅใๅบใใใ ใๅฟ้ ใใๅฟ ่ฆใใชใใใใใตใคใณๆธใฟใ ใใ ๅฝผๅฅณใๆธ้กใใใผใใซใฎไธใซ็ฝฎใใใจใใๅณปไปใฏใ้ขๅฉใใจใใไบๆๅญใใใใปใฉใพใงใซไธๆๅฟซใซๆใใใใจใฏใชใใฃใใๅชๅญใๅฏไธ่ฆๆฑใใใฎใฏใ2ๅๅใฎๆ ฐ่ฌๆใ ใฃใใ ใใฉใใใฆๆฅใซๅๆใใใฎใใจๆใฃใใใ็ตๅฑ้ใฎใใใใใๅฝผใฎ้กใๅฒ็ฌใๆตฎใในใใ ใใคใฆใชใใ่ชๅใๅผ่ญทใใใใใใใชใใใงใใไปๅฝผๅฅณใฏใใ ้ใใซ่จใฃใใใๆฌๆฅใชใใไฝ่คใใใฎ่ณ็ฃใฎๅๅใ่ซๆฑใใๆจฉๅฉใใใใใใงใใ็งใฏ2ๅๅใใ่ฆๆฑใใชใใฃใใใใใงใใใพใ ๆ ใใใใใฆใใคใใใใใ ๅณปไปใฏไธๆญฉๅใซ้ฒใฟใ้ทใๅฝฑใๅชๅญใ่ฆใฃใใๅฝผใฏๅฝผๅฅณใฎ้กใ็ดฐ้ทใๆใงๆดใฟใๅทใใๅฃฐใง่จใฃใใใไปใไฝใฆๅผใใ ๏ผใ ใไฝ่คใใใใใใใฎๅผใณๆนใๅซใชใใๅ ๅคซใจๅผใณ็ดใใฆใใใใใใใใใๆธ้กใซใตใคใณใใฆๅธฐใฃใฆใใใฃใฆใใ๏ผใ ๅฝผใฏไธๆๅฟซใใใช้กใใใใใใใใฏไฟบใฎๅฎถใ ใๅบใฆ่กใใจ่จใๆจฉๅฉใฏใๅใซใฏใใใใใใ ๅชๅญใฏ็ฎ่ใใซๅพฎ็ฌใฟใ่จใฃใใใ็ขบใใซใใใฎๆจฉๅฉใฏใชใใใใงใใๅฎๅฟใใฆใไฝ่คใใใ้ขๅฉ่จผๆๆธใๅใๅใฃใใใใใใซๅบใฆ่กใใใ ใพใใๅฝผใฎๆใๆฏใๆใใๅทใใ็ฎใงๅฝผใ่ฆใคใใใใๆๆฅใฎๆ9ๆใๅธๅฝนๆใงๆธ้กใๆใฃใฆใใฆใใ ใใใใ ็ฟๆใๆฅใฎๅบๅใซใฏๅชๅญใฏๅบ็บใใใใจใใๆใ็ ้ขใใ้ป่ฉฑใใใใฃใฆใใใใ้ซๆฉใใใใ็ถใใใๅฟ่็บไฝใ่ตทใใใพใใใใ ใใใฃ๏ผใใๅใใใพใ๏ผใ ็ ้ขใซๅฐ็ใใใจใๆ่กใฏใพใ ็ถใใฆใใใ ไปใๅฏไธใฎๅธๆใฏ็ถใๅฅๅบทใง็ใ็ถใใใใจใ ใใ ใฃใใ ็่ญทๅธซใๆ่ก่ฒป็จใฎ่ซๆฑๆธใๆๆธกใใฆใใใ็ท้กใฏ300ไธๅไปฅไธใ ใงใใไปฅๅๆฏๆใฃใๅ ฅ้ข่ฒปใงๆฎ้ใฏใใฃใใฎ10ไธๅใใฉใใใฆใ่ถณใใชใใฃใใ ไปๆนใชใใๅณปไปใซ้ป่ฉฑใใใใใ ๅทใใๅฃฐใ่ใใใใใใฉใใ ๏ผใใ30ๅๅพ ใฃใฆใใใใ ใๆฅใชใใจใใใฃใฆโโใ ใๅชๅญใใใใงใใใใใ๏ผใๅณปไปใ้ผปใง็ฌใใใใฉใใใพใๅใใคใใฆใใใใ ใใ๏ผใ ใใใช๏ผ ใๅใใใชใ๏ผ็ถใๅฟ่็บไฝใ่ตทใใใฆๆ่กใๅฟ ่ฆใชใฎ๏ผโโใ ใใใใงใๆญปใใ ใฎใ๏ผใๅณปไปใ้ฎใฃใใ ใใฎ่จ่ใซใๅชๅญใฏ่ณใ็ใฃใใใใใช่จใๆนใใไบบใใใใฎใ๏ผ ใใใใ๏ผๅณปไปใๆ่ก่ฒปใ300ไธๅไปฅไธใใใใฎใใ ใใๆ ฐ่ฌๆใๅ ใซๆฏใ่พผใใงใใใชใ๏ผๅฟ ใ้ขๅฉใใใใ๏ผใ ใๅชๅญใไฟบใ่ชฐใใใๅใฎ็ถ่ฆชใฎๆญปใๆใใงใใใใจใ็่งฃใใฆใใใใชใ้ใๆธกใใฎใฏใใใ ใใใใงใๆ็ถใใ็ตใใฃใๅพใซใ ใใ ใใใ ใ่จใใจใ้ป่ฉฑใฏๅใใใใ ๅชๅญใฎ้กใซใฏๅฐๆใๆตฎใใใงใใใใใคใฆๅฝผใฏ็ถใซๅฏพใใฆๆฌๆใๆใฃใฆใใใฏใใ ใฃใใใใใใไปใฎๅฝผใฎๅฃฐใซใฏๆฌๆฐใฎๆใใฟใๆปฒใใงใใใ ใชใใ ๏ผ 2ๅนดๅใฎ้ซๆฉๅฎถใฎ็ ด็ฃใจ็ตใณใคใใฆ่ใใใจใๅถ็ถใฎๅบๆฅไบใจใฏๆใใชใใชใฃใฆใใใ ใใใใใใฆใๅณปไปใ่ฃใงไฝใใไปๆใใใฎใ ใใใใใๅฎๅฎถใฏไธไฝใฉใใใฃใฆๅฝผใๆใใใฆใใพใฃใใฎใ ใใ๏ผ ไปใ่ใ่พผใไฝ่ฃใใชใใ็ถใฎๆฒป็่ฒปใไฝใจใใใใฎใๆๅชๅ ใ ใฃใใ ๆ่กๅฎคใฎๆใ้ใใใใๅ ็๏ผใ 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Yes | 2025-02-25 17:24 | active | 2628 | 0 | Read next chapter | She gave her husband back to his first love and focused on developing her acting career. Then she took back everything that belonged to her and stepped onto a bigger stage. However, to her surprise, among the frenzied fans, there was her scumbag ex-husband! ===== "Saved! They've been saved." Firefighters emerged from the smoldering inferno, carrying Carrie Campbell to safety at the roadside. Her features, usually refined and expressive, were now smeared with soot; her sparkling eyes dimmed to a vacant gaze, hollow and lost. As reality seeped back into her consciousness, Carrie felt a rush of gratitude overpower her usual composure. Her voice, hoarse and weak, conveyed a profound "thank you" to her rescuers. Shaking, she fumbled for her phone, her fingertips quivering as they found the familiar number. "Hello, the person you are trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please try again later..." The automated message played after a few rings, leaving her with a lump in her throat, her unvoiced frustrations and sorrow welling up inside her. Bang! With a deafening roar, the explosion abruptly silenced the cold, mechanical voice echoing through the line. Carrie's head snapped upwards, shock painted on her face as she witnessed the apartment she had just exited erupt into flames. Chunks of debris were hurled into the air by the force of the blast, scattering across the sky. Panic engulfed the crowd as survivors, freshly rescued, screamed in terror. They huddled together, seeking solace in each other's arms, their cries piercing the tumultuous scene. In stark contrast, Carrie lay alone on a stretcher, her isolation magnified amidst the chaos. "Kristopher..." Fighting the dread creeping up her spine, Carrie pressed her lips together tightly and dialed her husband's number again, her resolve unwavering. Yet, the call disconnected after a few short rings, leaving her with a haunting silence. Just then, a Twitter notification flickered on her phone screen. The gossip feed was alive with the latest gossip: #LiseNash #MysteriouBoyfriend. According to the tweet, a producer from a well-known variety show had invited the renowned star Lise Nash to a dinner, which had quickly soured when she declined to partake in a toast. This act of defiance had sparked a confrontation, only to be interrupted by Lise's domineering boyfriend. He stormed into the private dining room, dismissing the producer with a dismissive wave and escorting Lise away. The tweet described the scene vividly, painting a picture of a powerful man defending his beloved partner. Yet, perhaps due to his prominence, only the back of the man was visible in the accompanying photos, preserving his anonymity. Meanwhile, Lise, donning an oversized suit jacket, beamed a smile, reaching out to clasp his hand as they departed together. Carrie's eyes were glued to the screen, her stare intense and unblinking as she absorbed the image before her. There he was--Kristopher Norris! The suit jacket draped carelessly over Lise was a dead giveaway. Every piece of clothing Kristopher owned had been meticulously tailored by a master craftsman abroad, a detail Carrie knew all too well. Her grip on her phone tightened, her knuckles blanching to a stark white, as if her very soul were being squeezed by an invisible hand, the pain sharp and acid-like in its intensity. In her most desperate moment, Kristopher had coldly disconnected their call, choosing instead to be at Lise's side. What was the worth of their two-year marriage? The tears she had been holding back now overwhelmed her, streaming down her face. Even as she tilted her head back in a futile attempt to stem the flow, the tears continued to escape. Lise had always been Kristopher's first love, a fact whispered and gossiped about among their circles. The Norris family had never approved of Lise, seeing her ordinary background as unfitting. Forced apart by family pressures, it had been Lise who ended things, but the past, it seemed, was not easily left behind. Kristopher had diligently pursued the leadership of the Norris family, harboring dreams of finally being with Lise. Yet, when he reached his goal, he discovered that Lise had already chosen another. In defiance of his family's expectations and perhaps out of bitterness, Kristopher turned to Carrie, a woman equally devoid of wealth or status, to become Mrs. Norris, thereby blocking any matchmaking attempts by his relatives. At that time, Carrie faced immense pressure from her father, Tristan Campbell, who was pushing her towards a marriage with a playboy, the son of a business associate, to cover her grandmother's steep medical expenses. Both Kristopher and Carrie, driven by their personal motives, consented to a marriage of convenience. Originally set for just one year, their contractual marriage stretched beyond its term, sustained by a shared understanding between them. Over time, Carrie began to believe in the authenticity of their union, never suspecting that it was merely an extension of her hopes. Just moments ago, a fire had nearly claimed Carrie's life. In that critical moment, she reached out to Kristopher, only to be twice rebuffed as he spent his time with Lise. This harsh reality shattered Carrie's illusions, revealing that her perceived transition from pretense to genuine relationship was nothing but a facade maintained by her own desires. Carrie wasn't even a temporary substitute in Kristopher's life but merely a pawn used to spite his family. After a poignant pause, tears welled up in Carrie's eyes, unstoppable and poignant. It might be time for her to release herself from the shackles of her own hopeful delusions--to stop deceiving herself. Chapter 2 Trending Topics The overwhelming number of injuries from the fire was staggering, straining the already frantic doctors and nurses as they tried to provide aid. Carrie had been merely grazed by a splintered clothes rack, which left a deep, jagged wound on her calf. In comparison to the chaos around her, her wounds seemed almost negligible. She managed to get basic care--a brisk cleaning and a quick wrap of bandages--at a local hospital before catching a cab back to her house. Bayview Villa, a grand property under Kristopher's name, was technically their matrimonial residence. Living alone had become the norm for Carrie, as Kristopher was hardly ever around. She had bid farewell to the housekeeper, discovering that her life could be quite adequately maintained with just takeout, deliveries, and the occasional visit from a part-time cleaner. Now, she found herself the sole occupant of the sprawling living room, sinking into the sofa, her gaze drifting across the empty space. The stark, monochrome decor did nothing to imbue warmth into the atmosphere. A chilling realization crept up on her: this vast, elegant space felt more like a colossal tomb, a silent grave for her lost years of youth and a love that had quietly slipped away. In this cold, echoing house, would anyone even notice if her breath ceased one day? Carrie exhaled a weary sigh, her frame heavy as she leaned against the cold wall for support, struggling up the stairs to her bedroom on the second floor. Each step was a battle, sending stabbing pains shooting through her from the surface of her skin down to her aching bones. The house, stark and hollow, echoed even the smallest sounds, magnifying her sense of isolation. It was today, amidst this profound silence, that Carrie truly grasped the all-encompassing nature of her loneliness--it was almost tangible, enveloping her senses with its texture and mournful whispers, tightening around her heart like a vice, producing a dull, relentless ache. Upon reaching the sanctuary of her bedroom, she collapsed onto the bed, the very embodiment of exhaustion, feeling it both physically and spiritually. Just as she surrendered to this weariness, the sharp ring of the phone pierced the silence. "You reached out to me earlier. What do you need?" Kristopher's voice cut through the line, cold and distant as ever. Carrie was caught off guard by his unexpected call. Words failed her as she parted her lips to respond, but before she could collect her thoughts, a soft, feminine voice floated through from the other end. "Kristopher, will you join me to..." A surge of emotions tightened Carrie's grip on the phone, her heart thumping louder with each second. Overwhelmed and unable to contain her rising panic, she demanded, "Who's there with you?" Kristopher gave no answer, merely stating in a flat, disinterested voice, "If there's something you need, let's catch up when I'm back. I have pressing engagements right now, so I must disconnect." He promptly ended the call, cutting off any chance for Carrie to reply. As the harsh beep of the disconnected line filled her ears, Carrie's lips twisted into a rueful grin. How utterly foolish she felt! Deep down, she knew his response all too well, yet she had clung to the hope of hearing his voice confirm it. With a sense of self-inflicted irony, Carrie activated her tablet and scrolled through the day's hot topics. One headline caught her eye: "A female star shielded from harassment at a dinner by her formidable partner." A wry smile twisted her lips. Carrie knew all too well what it was like to face harassment at those kinds of dinners. She vividly remembered her first major audition after her entering the showbiz; her agent had escorted her to a dinner with the influential director and producer of the drama series "Serene Sighs." As a novice in the dizzying world of showbiz, Carrie had felt incredibly vulnerable, uncertain of how to navigate the murky waters of such gatherings. The producer had eyed her shamelessly, sneering as he asked, "Is this the new talent you're introducing? She appears presentable, but I'm curious to see how she fares with a drink. Here's the deal, if you can gulp down this bottle in one go, I'll secure you an audition for the lead role." Carrie was inclined to decline, but under the relentless pressure from her agent, she found herself compelled to consume the entire bottle. As the evening wore on, she was hurriedly taken to the hospital suffering from a severe stomach ailment. Her agent, fretful about the prospect of the role slipping away to another, quickly settled the hospital charges and departed. At that time, Carrie found herself isolated in a hospital bed for several long days. Yet, even before Carrie could be released from the hospital, the media was abuzz with the announcement that Lise had secured the lead role in "Serene Sighs." Subsequently, her agent rebuked Carrie for her lack of ambition, complaining, "You are more appealing than Lise, so why can't you show more drive? She cozied up to Mr. Norris and hardly had to make an effort. She's surrounded by people eager to cater to her every need. I've heard that Mr. Norris personally orchestrated her landing the lead role in this production!" When the show premiered, Lise was catapulted into stardom, swiftly ascending to the elite echelons of the acting world. From that moment forward, Carrie let her acting aspirations wane and chose instead to devote herself entirely to supporting her husband, Kristopher. After all, no matter her efforts, she could never get the same career opportunities that Lise seemed to receive effortlessly with Kristopher's offhand remarks. At that time, Carrie had believed she was filling the role that was meant to be Lise's as Mrs. Norris, which meant she owed Lise. By giving up the career opportunities to Lise, Carrie thought they would settle their unspoken debt. However, Carrie hadn't foreseen that Lise would claim both the coveted career and Kristopher's affections. As Lise's professional and love life blossomed, Carrie came to the painful realization that she had been overly consumed with her romantic pursuits, at the expense of her career, and now, she found herself bereft of both love and professional fulfillment. With tears streaming down her face, Carrie viewed her past two years as tragically misguided. Given another opportunity, she resolved she wouldn't be so unguarded, letting her heart recklessly fall captive to Kristopher's charm. "Ms. Spencer, the new copyright contract is prepared. Please review it for any discrepancies." Her phone buzzed with the alert, snapping Carrie out of her reverie. She gazed at the PDF file attached in the message, her mind briefly overwhelmed. Under the pseudonym Katrina Spencer, Carrie had once made a name for herself as a budding screenwriter, selling numerous scripts in her early days. During her early career as Katrina, Carrie often sold her work for a pittance, compelled by her urgent need for immediate cash. Over the years, these scripts transformed into blockbuster films and hit series, catapulting Katrina's reputation to new heights. By this time, Carrie had married Kristopher and was no longer plagued by the financial woes that had once driven her to desperation--her grandmother's hefty medical bills were a thing of the past. With her financial crises resolved, Carrie's life had pivoted to domestic responsibilities, striving to be an exemplary wife to Kristopher. Amidst these changes, her pseudonym, Katrina Spencer, gradually receded into the background. However, her past as Katrina wasn't ready to be shelved just yet. Recently, an interested buyer had come forward, ready to pay a handsome sum for one of her old scripts. Carrie, however, was hesitant to sell. She raised several concerns about the contract presented to her, and to her astonishment, the buyer was genuine enough to revise it accordingly. Holding the revised contract in her hands, Carrie inhaled deeply, her resolve hardening. She seemed to have reached a crucial decision. Her fingers danced over her phone's keyboard with swift precision, typing out a firm command. "Create a divorce agreement following my terms and ensure it reaches Kristopher Norris at the Norris Group." Without pausing for a response, she placed her phone aside and limped toward the bathroom, each step echoing a blend of determination and newfound independence. Chapter 3 Exchange Of Conveniences Thirty minutes had passed, Carrie finally heaved herself up from the bathtub, her limbs feeling heavy and uncooperative. As she lifted her gaze, her own image in the mirror halted her movements--her skin appeared as smooth and impeccable as fine porcelain, glowing with an unblemished radiance. Her eyes, deep pools of allure, sparkled with an enchanting, soft warmth, inviting anyone who dared meet her gaze. Despite edging into her late twenties at twenty-five, she reveled in the fact that time had yet to etch its marks upon her flawless complexion. Surely, a woman with such a visage had no place for self-pity. Absorbed in her contemplation, Carrie carelessly extended her right leg onto the cold floor, forgetting it was the very limb she had injured. Wrapped excessively in cling film to shield it from moisture, the tight encasement had stifled her circulation, rendering her leg eerily numb. As her foot touched down, it betrayed her, slipping forward unexpectedly. "Ah!" Carrie gasped, her arms flailing in a frantic ballet, searching for a lifeline in the void. Just as she teetered on the brink of a painful rendezvous with the floor, the bathroom door burst open. Kristopher stood at the entrance, his suit immaculately tailored, creating a striking figure. As their eyes locked, he paused, visibly taken aback, then quickly closed the distance with brisk strides. Carrie's breath caught as Kristopher swept her up in a graceful bridal style, an unexpected tightness wrapping around her waist. Caught off guard by his sudden appearance, Carrie realized with a jolt that she was completely b*re. A flush of embarrassment washed over her as she instinctively clutched her hands over her ch*st. This was their first moment of such intimacy since their wedding, and the discomfort made her toes curl inward, her skin blushing a delicate shade of pink. Kristopher looked down at her with a mischievous grin. "Let's be honest, there's not much to see," he teased gently. Feeling both mortified and slightly irritated, Carrie snapped back, "Oh, Mr. Norris, after all you've seen, I suppose nothing can impress you anymore." She carried her C-cup curves with understated charm, a touch of sen**ality that outshone Lise's painfully flat, almost awkwardly rigid build. Yet Carrie knew well that without love, even the most perfect physique paled in comparison to the charm of one dearly cherished. Nonchalantly, Kristopher reached for a bathrobe hanging behind the door and draped it over her. His frown deepened at her comment. "What are you talking about, Carrie?" A thought seemed to strike him, and his expression grew even more impatient. "Tell me, did you send those divorce papers in the dead of night just to lure me back here--to catch you completely b*re?" His tone was a mix of disbelief and annoyance. "I told you I was swamped with work. Was this dramatic display really necessary?" Carrie's temper flared at his accusatory tone, reigniting the tension between them. He was always so quick to lose patience with her. She wasn't the type to throw around words like divorce or breakups lightly. In fact, this was the first time she'd ever mentioned divorce in their two-year marriage, yet he seemed indifferent to her turmoil. He simply dismissed her concerns as if she were overreacting about trivial matters. Despite the throbbing pain in her leg, Carrie mustered her strength and said, "Put me down." Kristopher, however, paid no heed, his eyes scanning her leg swathed in bandages. His brow furrowed slightly. "What happened to your leg? Is this some elaborate ploy to lure me back?" At his words, a bitter laugh escaped Carrie. It seemed he viewed her as merely seeking attention, and in failing to capture it, she had likely concocted a story to draw him back, allowing her to dramatize her plight in his presence. With a blank face, she replied untruthfully, "It's a beauty treatment that shouldn't get wet." "Why did you suddenly decide to undergo such a treatment?" Kristopher inquired, his tone casual as he carried her outside, not pressing the issue further. His frame was large, and through his thin shirt, she could distinctly feel the warmth of his body and the defined shape of his ch*st muscles. The closeness created an uncomfortable tension for Carrie, who had resolved to end things once and for all. Her voice climbed involuntarily, sharper this time. "Oh, since when have you been concerned with such minor things, Mr. Norris?" For the first time, Kristopher witnessed her using biting sarcasm; it struck him as peculiarly amusing. With a calm demeanor, he responded, "You're my wife, it's only natural I'd be concerned about your well-being." "Really?" There was a somber note in Carrie's voice now. "It seems like you've never really regarded me as your wife. I'm scared that if I were to die, you wouldn't even know until much later." After all, at that very moment, Kristopher had been distracted, lost in moments with his first love, too consumed to lend an ear to her desperate pleas. Caught off guard by her accusation, Kristopher's eyes widened with surprise before he let out a disbelieving chuckle. "Carrie, what's brought on this sudden outburst of anger? Just because I was tied up this afternoon and missed your call? Perhaps I've been too indulgent with you lately, and it's made you a bit too presumptuous?" Carrie froze, startled. Was he accusing her of being too presumptuous? She realized their marriage had always been lopsided. In his eyes, she was nothing more than a transactional partner, a woman who had bartered her freedom for financial security. Their union was meant to be a mere exchange of conveniences, yet she had, quite foolishly, fallen deeply in love with him. In the tricky terrain of romance, the one who fell first invariably found themselves at a distinct disadvantage. Kristopher's dismissive reaction left Carrie reeling, her emotions dismissed as trifles, a tight knot of suffocation rising in her chest. "I said to put me down this instant!" Carrie exclaimed, jerking her head to the side, her voice laced with a sharp edge of impatience. Kristopher remained mute, effortlessly carrying her towards the bed before suddenly releasing his hold. Carrie felt a jolt as the support vanished, her heart skipping a beat as she instinctively grasped for him. Their bodies collided on the bed, her bathrobe teetering on the brink of decency, threatening to unravel with any minor shift. Propped on one elbow, Kristopher gazed down at her, his lips curled into a sly, teasing grin. "You wanted to be let go, didn't you? So why cling to me now?" His eyes, deep and sparkling like a midnight lake speckled with stars, captivated her. In those celestial depths, Carrie caught a glimpse of her own reflection. At times like this, she was misled into believing he harbored a deep affection. Sadly, his heart was a fortress reserved for Lise, and all Carrie had left were empty fantasies. "Boring!" she exclaimed, her voice devoid of any enthusiasm as she attempted to rise, her hand inadvertently brushing against something unexpected. "Don't move, or I can't promise what might happen next," he warned in a deep, gravelly voice. With a frown, Carrie internally cursed upon hearing the statement. It was an undeniable fact. Primal instincts steered the actions of men. Absence of affection didn't quell their basic d**ires. Yet, she dared not agitate Kristopher. Angling her face away, her body remained rigid, frozen in place. Carrie, feeling irked, shot back. "Didn't you say there's nothing here to see? What's with the reaction now, Mr. Norris? Are you really that easy to impress?" No sooner had her words flown than she grasped the potential repercussions of her sharp tongue. A wave of regret surged through Carrie, but instead of anger, Kristopher responded with a chuckle, "You are my wife, after all. Since that's something I can't alter, I might as well embrace it. Besides, it's been years since we became husband and wife--it would be a shame to neglect you completely." Chapter 4 Are You Out Of Your Mind? Kristopher leaned in close to Carrie. The fabric of his suit brushed lightly against Carrie's cheek, releasing a mix of scents: a familiar woody aroma intertwined with an unexpected zesty twist of lemon. It was unmistakably Jo Malone's Blue Agava and Cacao--Lise's signature scent. A surge of nausea overwhelmed Carrie at the realization. Heat crept up her neck, coloring her cheeks a bright scarlet as indignation took hold. Without thinking, her hand flew up and delivered a stinging slap across Kristopher's face. All her suppressed grievances from the day ignited in that swift motion. The impact of her sl*p had left a light, crimson mark on Kristopher's cheek, marking him with her outrage. His eyes, wide with disbelief, met hers. "Carrie, are you out of your mind?" Out of her mind? Yes, she was clearly insane to ever fall for him in the first place. Carrie fumed silently, her heart pounding in her chest. Suddenly, the sharp buzz of the phone on the table cut through the mounting tension, its vibration bringing a brief respite from their standoff. Kristopher cast a fleeting glance at the message, shut off the phone with a snap, and strode towards the door, his back rigid with tension. Her voice, firm and unwavering, chased after him. "We're getting a divorce! Make sure you sign those papers before you walk out that door!" Kristopher paused briefly and said sharply, "I have something to do now. When I return, do whatever pleases you." With that, he forcefully shut the door. Carrie's eyes followed his unwavering exit, feeling an oppressive weight compressing her chest once again. She disregarded the sharp sting in her leg and hobbled determinedly toward her tablet. Fingers trembling, she hastily navigated to Lise's Twitter page. Lise had just uploaded a new tweet. The photo showed her lying down with a fever patch adhered to her forehead, still enveloped in Kristopher's familiar jacket. The caption read, "Being sick makes me extra clingy. Wishing I had someone here. Stay cozy and take care, everyone!" The simultaneous timing of these two events made it almost impossible for Carrie not to suspect that Kristopher had dashed off to tend to Lise. Carrie's instincts loudly proclaimed that this was no accident; Lise had deliberately sought to tug at Kristopher's heartstrings. It appeared her tactics were effective. Not even Carrie's stark threat of divorce could overshadow Lise's theatrical display of vulnerability. Lise didn't have to lift a finger, and Carrie had already fallen, utterly broken and beyond redemption. Seething with fury, Carrie quaked like a leaf swept into a storm. She had arrived here with nothing but a suitcase and a heart full of dreams, and now she was leaving, dreams crumbled, utterly alone. It was time for her to pursue her acting career and give it her all... ...... ==== It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him... What happens next? 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