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2,707,219	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2707216}'	Yes	2025-02-28 00:30	active	2651	🔞🔥Click to Read more about📜Vengeance With My White Knight📜	Chapter 1 Teaching Her The Math Standing in front of the mirror, Stephanie Giovanni studied her reflection, her lips curling into a soft smile. "Stunning," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. The gown hugged her slender waist, flowing into a skirt that reminded her of something straight out of a fairytale. Her face, still free of makeup, looked just as delicate and enchanting in the natural light. The shop manager was adjusting the pleats on the gown. She couldn't resist commenting, "Why isn't Mr. Ashford here with you? Men and women, they've got different tastes, you know." A faint smile tugged at the corner of Stephanie's lips. She glanced at the manager with a shrug. "You know men. Busy with work. Can't get away." Just then, her phone vibrated on the nearby counter. Stephanie glanced at the caller ID before answering, "Ella." On the other end, Ella Turner's voice came through quickly, almost breathless. "Stefi, I saw Olivia and Chris!" The moment she heard those names, Stephanie's fingers tightened around the phone, her knuckles going white. The smile that had lingered on her face slowly faded, replaced by a chill in her eyes. Chris Ashford—her fiancé—was just a week away from marrying her. And Olivia Hart, just hearing her name disgusted Stephanie. Stephanie looked over at the shop manager, who immediately nodded in understanding. With a silent gesture, the manager ushered the staff out of the room. Once the room was empty, Stephanie lowered her gaze to her perfectly manicured nails. "Where did you see them?" she asked casually. Ella's voice cracked with urgency. "At the hospital. In the obstetrics and gynecology department." Stephanie raised an eyebrow, a quiet laugh escaping her lips. "Quite a special place," she muttered, her expression turning to one of thinly veiled sarcasm. A man and a woman in the obstetrics and gynecology department? Stephanie didn't need to think twice to know why. Ella, still flustered, pressed on. "That Olivia is a calculating bitch, and Chris is an idiot. You shouldn't marry him!" While Stephanie seemed calm, Ella was seething with anger. Stephanie sipped from the water cup on the table, unfazed. "Every time she calculates, the trouble's on ME. Why are YOU so worked up?" When she was leaving two years ago, Olivia begged for Stephanie's forgiveness in tears. And now, she came back and threw herself on Chris, again. 'Am I a pushover? Or just too kind?' Stephanie thought to herself. Ella didn't let up. "She's picking the perfect time—just before you and Chris are about to get married. She's clearly up to something." Stephanie's eyes sharpened, her grip on the phone tightening. "I'm hanging up now," she said flatly. Ella's voice was frantic. "What are you going to do?" Stephanie's lips curled into a thin smile. "Someone's made a bad calculation. I'm going to teach her how to do the math." Then, she ended the call, the silence that followed settling in like a weight. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, Stephanie reached up to touch the bust of the dress. With a sudden, sharp rip, she tore the gown in half, throwing the pieces to the floor. The sound of fabric ripping echoed through the silent room. The saleswomen gasped in shock, their eyes wide. But when they saw the cold fury in Stephanie's expression, none of them dared to move or speak. After she'd changed back into her own clothes, her phone vibrated again. She glanced at the screen—Chris's name. Without a word, she answered, and his voice came through immediately, firm and clipped. "Once you're done with the fitting, come to the office." For the past two years, Chris had always been gentle and considerate. Now Olivia is back, he suddenly became cold. This abrupt shift in tone made the already cold room feel even colder. A flicker of sarcasm flashed in Stephanie's eyes. She couldn't be bothered to respond. Without hesitation, she hung up. *** Half an hour later... Stephanie stepped into Chris's office. He was standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, speaking on the phone. Bathed in sunlight, he looked every bit the image of refinement and gentleness. His perfectly sculpted profile was hard to ignore, the kind of face that made it impossible to look away. His appearance was so rare and flawless, it seemed like something most people in Long Harbor City could only dream of. Noticing her presence, Chris quickly muttered into the phone, "Can't join you for lunch today. Sorry. Goodbye." He hung up and walked over to the nearby leather couch, settling into it with a soft creak of the cushions. The warmth from the phone call seemed to vanish in an instant, replaced by an icy coldness that darkened his expression. His eyes locked onto Stephanie, and his voice became clipped as he ordered, "Come here." Stephanie held his gaze, not moving an inch. The tension between them was thick, hanging heavy in the air. Unlike the usual routine, she didn't sit beside him. Instead, she chose to sit across from him, maintaining a distance that mirrored the coldness between them. Chris's eyes narrowed, and the coldness deepened. Click—the sound of a lighter echoed through the silence. The faint smell of gasoline hung in the air. Irritated, Stephanie waved her hand to fan it away, her nose wrinkling slightly at the scent. Chris, unfazed, took a drag from the cigarette, exhaling slowly. Then, with a hint of reluctance, he spoke. "Olivia's back." For a split second, guilt flickered in his eyes, but it disappeared almost as quickly as it had come. Then came the words that froze her. "Our wedding... it has to be postponed." Stephanie had already seen this coming after the call with Ella. Her voice was cold as she asked, "What do you mean?" Their wedding should have nothing to do with Olivia. Chris exhaled another cloud of smoke, his tone steady as he explained, "She's sick. It's terrible." As he spoke, he handed her a file, adding, "The admission letter from the University of Saint Peter. You should go study there." His voice had an almost condescending edge, like he was giving her an order. Stephanie glanced at the file in his hand but didn't reach for it. A small, almost playful smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Sending me abroad? Getting out of your way?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Chris's face darkened, his jaw tightening. "Isn't this the school you've always wanted to go to? Now you've got the chance..." "Chris Ashford!" she interrupted sharply, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife. Without waiting for him to finish, Stephanie reached forward, snatched the envelope from his hand, and tore it apart. The pieces of the envelope scattered across the floor, and the last shred stuck to her hand. Without a second thought, she tossed it straight into Chris's face. His expression shifted, the warmth draining from his eyes. Stephanie didn't spare him another glance. "Postpone he wedding? Don't bother. It's canceled." She let the words hang in the air, the finality of them cutting through the room. Postponing? She couldn't bring herself to consider it. Canceling would be easier. Chapter 2 Ditching The Fiancé Chris's face shifted in disbelief, his brows knitting together as the weight of Stephanie's words hit him. He stared at her, utterly stunned by her coldness. 'Cancel the wedding? Is she... crazy?' Chris's mind raced, countless thoughts swirling, but they all crumbled in the face of her icy indifference. His voice faltered slightly as he tried to explain, "She's sick. Once she recovers, she'll leave, and we'll have a bigger wedding." Stephanie's lips curled into a sneer, her voice frigid. "Is she sick, or is she pregnant?" The moment her words hung in the air, the air stiffened, like the weight of her question was too much to bear. Chris's eyes darkened, his voice low as he asked, "What do you know?" Stephanie didn't answer immediately. She leaned back in her chair, her tone cool as she replied, "You and she were so open about being at the hospital, in the gynecology department." A mocking smile tugged at her lips. Her voice was biting, filled with frost. "Now, you're talking to me about a bigger wedding. Don't you think that's ironic?" They were supposed to marry in just a week. The thought of it, mixed with everything else, made something inside Stephanie crumble. He made another woman pregnant, and now he was here talking about the wedding with Stephanie. 'Is he really playing both sides to her face? Thinking I won't cut him off?' Stephanie's eyes were steely, her resolve unshakable. Chris's face grew even darker, his voice hushed, almost desperate. "She's not pregnant. She's sick." Stephanie's gaze was unwavering, cold as ice. "Sick? And you're the one taking her to the hospital? Am I missing something?" Her question hung in the air, sharp and unforgiving. Chris's expression darkened further, and his fingers absently traced the edge of the desk. Stephanie couldn't bear to look at him any longer. She stood up and walked to the door. As she moved, her voice was cold, the words dripping with mockery. "Now that she's here, she might as well stay. After all, she still has a debt to settle here in Long Harbor, and I'm sure it'll take long." Two years of building a relationship, of calm affection, seemed to collapse in an instant. Chris had severed his ties with Olivia, but now Stephanie was doing it too, tearing apart what little remained... Her heart was filled with cold resolve, and she wasn't looking back. Relationships took work from both sides. There was no point in one person doing all the labor. Stephanie's heart was heavy with disappointment, but also fierce with anger. Chris's voice became hard, carrying a hint of warning. "Don't make things difficult for her!" Stephanie's hand rested on the doorknob, her expression unreadable. Chris gritted his teeth, voice barely above a growl. "You sure you want to cancel the wedding? Do you really think the Hart family would bail you out?" The Hart family. The mention of them made Stephanie's eyes grow even colder, like a chill had settled deep in her bones. The Harts were a group of people who couldn't tell friend from foe. Stephanie had known for a long time that they were not her safety net, but it didn't matter. The Hart family was her bloodline, but it was also where Olivia had grown up. Years ago, Olivia's biological mother had worked as a maid for the Hart family. Both she and Stephanie's mother, Mrs. Hart, had been pregnant at the same time. Because her unreliable, gambling husband couldn't provide, Olivia's birth mother had hoped her child would have a better life. So, she switched babies at the hospital after giving birth. Olivia's birth mother was heartless. After taking Stephanie away, she never had plans of raising her. She simply throw the baby girl away like trash. She kept working as a maid at the Hart family, watching her biological daughter live a privileged life while she stayed by her side. Three years ago, Mrs. Hart had a car accident, and the truth came out. The hospital revealed that Olivia wasn't her biological daughter. The shocking secret stunned the entire family. A search began for the real heiress. They eventually found Stephanie, but through the entire process, they always favored Olivia, the one they had raised. Chris wasn't entirely wrong. If Stephanie called off the engagement, she would have nowhere to go because the Hart family would never accept her. Chris stepped forward and grabbed her wrist. "Once she's better, I'll send her away, alright?" His voice softened, almost as if he were trying to calm her. Stephanie looked at him, her eyes cold. She slowly pulled her hand away. "Stefi... " Chris inhaled sharply, his face growing even darker. Stephanie didn't bother saying another word. She turned and walked out of the office. The sound of her high heels echoed in the hallway as she walked away, head held high. Chris, who was always admired by everyone, was so furious his head felt like it was going to explode. He couldn't believe that Stephanie would actually cancel their wedding. Everyone had seen how committed she'd been to him these past two years. With that thought, Chris didn't chase after her. Instead, he slammed the door shut with a loud 'bang.' * The secretarial department buzzed with whispers as the loud noise echoed down the hall. Each person had their own thoughts. Two years ago, the gossip about Stephanie and Chris had caused quite the stir. Back then, everyone assumed Stephanie was trying to steal him away from Olivia. Now that Olivia was back, people were eagerly waiting to see what drama would unfold. One employee leaned toward another, whispering, "Miss Hart is back. About time. Stephanie totally deserves this!" Another scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Exactly. Two years ago, Miss Hart was practically forced out by her. What's stolen always comes back." Just as Stephanie walked past, she overheard them. She glanced toward the source of the gossip. Stephanie clicked her heels sharply as she walked directly toward them. Caught off guard, the two women quickly fell silent, eyes wide with fear. Without a word, Stephanie reached out, gripping one of their chins and tilting her head back. The secretary was pretty—stunning, even. But the moment their eyes locked, the young woman froze, visibly shaken by the intensity of Stephanie's gaze. "Miss... Miss Giovanni," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. Stephanie's eyes narrowed. "Enjoying my gossip that much?" The young woman's face drained of color. "No... no, I didn't—" Stephanie released her with a look of contempt. Then, she swept her gaze over the entire department, her eyes like ice. Everyone quickly lowered their heads, afraid to make a sound. Chapter 3 A Humiliating Fall As soon as Stephanie stepped out of the building, she saw Olivia getting out of a car. Chris's assistant, Kevin Wright, opened the door for her. She handed him several shopping bags. "Give these to the secretaries," she instructed with a graceful nod. Her posture exuded authority, like she owned the place. Kevin took the bags with a respectful nod. "Thank you, Miss Hart." Olivia gave a soft smile before turning, her eyes locking with Stephanie's across the parking lot. Stephanie narrowed her gaze. Olivia paused, then walked toward her. "Stefi." Her voice was sweet, almost like a kind big sister. When Stephanie had first been brought into the Hart family, they'd mentioned that Olivia was only an hour older than her. Stephanie knew that sweet tone was for Kevin's benefit. And, the challenge in Olivia's eyes was unmistakable. As Olivia got closer, her voice dropped, almost a whisper. "You're his fiancée, but he wants me here in his workplace. Tell me, what does that mean?" Stephanie's expression didn't shift. She stayed silent. After a beat, she scoffed. "I'm his fiancée. And as long as I want, I can visit here and even the Ashford family anytime. You where else can you go except here? Oh, right—meeting in the darkness like rats doesn't count." Olivia's face flickered with a mix of surprise and irritation. She quickly smoothed over the smugness, but her eyes narrowed with cold fury. It was clear—Olivia couldn't go to the Ashford family. Too many old-fashioned relatives there would never accept her. Stephanie couldn't help feeling a rush of satisfaction as she saw Olivia's discomfort. Olivia shot her a glare, her voice sharp. "Don't get too comfortable. As long as I'm around, you'll never marry him." Stephanie gave a slight smile, her tone unaffected. She brushed imaginary dust off her shoulder. "The world doesn't revolve around him. I don't need to marry him." In truth, Stephanie had known from the start that Chris's heart belonged to someone else. Walking away from him had always been the right choice. Some things just couldn't wait. Stephanie knew it was time to move fast. Olivia's face stiffened. "What do you mean?" She stared at Stephanie, completely thrown off, unable to process what was happening. She had always believed Stephanie was hopelessly in love with Chris. She could still remember how fiercely they had fought over him two years ago. But now, to see Stephanie acting so indifferent—it made Olivia think that maybe it was all just a front. Stephanie raised an eyebrow. "I mean exactly what I said. If I lose Chris, I can move on and find someone else. But you? He's the only guy who will ever marry you, and you won't even get a grand wedding. Honestly, I almost feel sorry for you." Olivia's face, already pale with anger, drained white with fury. Stephanie secretly enjoyed seeing Olivia's confidence crumble. She didn't understand why Olivia had the nerve to provoke her today—maybe she had forgotten the bitter lesson from two years ago. Not wanting to waste any more time, Stephanie turned to leave. But just as she was about to walk away, Olivia suddenly grabbed her wrist. "Stefi, I'm just back in town to see a doctor." She put on her most pitiful expression and added, "I don't want to come between you and Chris. Please don't get me wrong, okay?" "Let go of me," Stephanie said. Her face twisted in disgust as Olivia touched her wrist. She tried to pull away, but Olivia yanked her hand back forcefully. Slap—the sound echoed, like a piece of fat falling from a great height. Clearly, it wasn't a gentle drop. Stephanie rolled her eyes, barely registering what had just happened. But then, from a distance, she heard Chris's enraged voice. "Stephanie!" Finally, it clicked for Stephanie—the drama queen was just putting on a show for her favorite audience. Stephanie glanced down at Olivia, still acting her part, before looking over at the nearby fountain. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she stalked toward Olivia, grabbing her hair in one quick motion. Olivia screamed in pain, "Ah—!" With a sharp jerk, Stephanie dunked Olivia's head into the icy cold water. The shock of the freezing water hit Olivia like a ton of bricks, and she began to thrash around in panic. But Stephanie was relentless, her grip firm as she held Olivia under. If Olivia wanted to play the victim and make her look bad, Stephanie was more than willing to give her a performance she wouldn't forget. "Help! Ah—!" Olivia screamed as Stephanie briefly pulled her up for air. Before Olivia could even take a full breath, Stephanie shoved her head back into the water. Chris, now running toward them, finally reached the scene and shouted, "Stephanie, stop!" Olivia, gasping and choking, felt like her lungs were about to explode. Her hands flailed wildly. Chris reached them, shoved Stephanie aside, and pulled Olivia out of the water. Olivia, drenched and coughing violently, struggled to speak. Chris, full of concern, looked at her. "Are you okay?" Olivia gasped for air, her chest burning. "I... I... wheeze." Her eyes were cloudy with pain, and she was barely able to form words. Chris's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing as he glared at Stephanie. Stephanie, unfazed, took two swift steps forward and without hesitation, stomped down on Olivia's ankle. Olivia screamed in agony. "Argh—!" Chris roared, fury radiating off him. "Stephanie!" He shoved her away again, his hands shaking with rage. But Stephanie wasn't phased. She raised her small purse and threw it straight at Chris's head. The impact made Chris stagger back, momentarily dazed, but his rage only grew stronger. He couldn't believe how rude and brutal Stephanie had become. Before Chris could react, Stephanie lunged at Olivia again, kicking her in the leg. Olivia, already struggling from the water, felt a sharp pain shoot through her leg as it started to swell. Chapter 4 Blocking Catlin After the chaotic, mud-slinging fight, a crowd quickly gathered, eager to see how it would all play out. Kevin struggled to drag Stephanie away from the scene. Olivia's face contorted in pain, her eyes brimming with tears as she glanced at Chris. "Chris, I..." Chris's face twisted into a mask of rage. He barked at Kevin, still holding on to Stephanie. "Get her out of here—now!" Stephanie yanked at Kevin's grip, but he wasn't about to let go. It was the first time he'd realized just how strong she was—he could barely hold her back. "Come on, Miss Giovanni, let's go," Kevin urged. That's when Stephanie suddenly remembered something. "My bag! My bag," she rushed to say. The bag she'd used to hit Chris was lying next to him. In a fit of fury, Chris grabbed it and hurled it at her. Kevin snatched it out of the air just in time, shoving it into Stephanie's arms. "Got it, let's go." Finally, the chaos started to settle. Kevin managed to drag Stephanie to the car, planning to take her home, but she wouldn't have it. She didn't want to be anywhere near Chris—or anything related to him—so she drove off by herself. Chris, still dazed from the blow to his head, stood frozen for a moment. When his mind finally clicked back into place, his eyes landed on Olivia—her hair a mess and her leg swollen. His anger toward Stephanie flared up even more. Without hesitation, he scooped Olivia up into his arms. "I'm taking you to the hospital." Tears welled up in Olivia's eyes as she nodded weakly. She looked utterly broken. Seeing her like that, Kevin rushed to bring the car around. But when he reached the spot where they'd parked, the car was gone. "Miss Giovanni took the car," Kevin said, his voice full of frustration as he stood behind Chris. Kevin had planned to drive Stephanie, but she'd been quick—and now she was gone in the car. Chris's face darkened even more. Noticing Chris's growing frustration, Kevin quickly added, "I'll grab another car from the garage." Without waiting for a response, Kevin dashed off—he had to get the keys from the office first. * As Stephanie waited for the light to change, her phone buzzed. She picked it up and saw it was a call from her mother, Catlin Hart. Without wasting any time, Catlin snapped, "Come home tonight. We need to talk." Stephanie took a sip of water, her voice flat. "Can't. I'm busy." In reality, she wasn't busy at all, but she knew exactly what Catlin wanted to talk about—and she didn't want to hear it. Catlin's voice, now tinged with annoyance, cut through. "Busy? With what? You haven't even been trying with Chris." Stephanie felt a jolt of bitterness rise in her chest. She was Catlin's daughter, but there was no love in the relationship—Catlin didn't hate her, but affection was never there. "So you sent Olivia to take care of him instead?" Stephanie shot back. A brief silence hung on the line. Stephanie knew exactly what Catlin was after. Her fallout with Olivia two years ago was still fresh. If Olivia hadn't left back then, she'd probably be sitting in a jail cell right now. Now that Olivia was back, Chris and the Hart family were clearly worried Stephanie would stir things up again. Catlin must've realized she couldn't pretend anymore. Her voice softened slightly. "That's all in the past, Stephanie. You need to let it go." It was getting cold. The half-open window let in a sharp gust of wind, and Stephanie felt the chill sweep across her neck, biting into her skin. For a moment, she almost forgot the cold. She let out a bitter laugh, then spoke again, her voice laced with irony. "Catlin, I almost died in that car crash. It's only been three years. Remember what I looked like when they brought me back?" She'd spent two whole months in a hospital bed after they pulled her out. Olivia had been the mastermind behind the crash. She feared that if Stephanie returned to the Hart family, she'd take everything that was rightfully hers. The crash had been meant to end Stephanie's life, to make sure she never came back. Now, Catlin, Stephanie's own mother, was blaming her—the victim. Catlin's voice came through, cool and dismissive. "That wasn't her fault, Stephanie. Stop holding so much malice toward her." Stephanie tossed her empty water bottle into a nearby trash can, landing it perfectly. She took a deep breath, her voice snapping out, fast and sharp. "She says I'm malicious toward her, and you believe her? If you trust her so much, why do you still need me, your own daughter? "Just pretend I'm not your daughter, okay? Or better yet, I'll block your number right now." Catlin was fuming now, "Stephanie! Can't you just calm down? You always lose it when we talk about this!" Every time Olivia came up, this was how it went, and Catlin was beyond fed up. After more scolding, Catlin finally got to the real point, her tone changing as if she had a trump card ready. She said, pitifully, "You've always had issues with Olivia, but that's in the past now. You need to change your attitude. She's sick, Stephanie. Really sick." Stephanie snorted. "She's sick, so I'm supposed to delay my wedding to Chris, and Chris has to keep taking care of her, right?" Stephanie didn't care about Chris, but the humiliation she felt was undeniable. Now Catlin's argument sounded even more absurd, and Stephanie couldn't help but throw in a cutting remark. Catlin's anger flared. "She and Chris grew up together. She's can't hang on much longer without him." Then, as if she could read Stephanie's mind, she softened. "Don't worry, Stephanie. In the end, Chris will marry you. For now, let's focus on Olivia's illness, okay?" Stephanie nearly rolled her eyes. They were treating Olivia like a queen, and now they wanted her to step aside too. She was so close to losing it. Catlin noticed her silence. "Did you hear me?" Stephanie just felt nauseous. The more Catlin spoke, the worse she felt. Too tired to argue, she hung up. And, just like that, she blocked Catlin's number. Truth be told, she'd blocked Catlin countless times before. But somehow, every time, Catlin's number mysteriously unblocked itself without explanation. Chapter 5 Dealing With The Fornicators Stephanie made her way back to Cloudridge Valley, the place that still felt like home. As soon as she stepped into the elevator lobby, she spotted Ella sitting on the couch, looking up from her phone. When Ella saw her, she shot up and rushed over, pulling her into a hug. "Girl, all men are pigs. Tomorrow, I'll introduce you to someone way better." Stephanie gave a tired nod. "Sure." Ella expected Stephanie to lash out, but instead, she seemed strangely calm—like the whole thing with Chris hadn't even fazed her. Ella pulled back, giving her a quick once-over. When she noticed bloodstains on Stephanie's clothes, her eyes widened. "Wait, what? That's blood? Did you get hurt?" She rushed over to check. Stephanie glanced down and saw a few spots of blood on her beige coat. With a nonchalant smile, she shrugged. "Easy. They're not mine." Ella blinked, confused. "Whose is it, then?" Her voice was laced with concern. Stephanie replied coolly, "Don't know. Maybe Olivia's or Chris's." Ella's eyes went wide. "What?" Stephanie, noticing the worry in her friend's face, casually explained, "Yeah. I taught Olivia and Chris a lesson." Ella's eyebrows twitched when she heard Stephanie's calm response. She was in awe of how efficiently Stephanie had handled everything. Ella had just run into Chris and Olivia at the hospital that morning and told Stephanie about it. Now, not even half a day had passed, and Stephanie had already dealt with them. She couldn't help giving her a thumbs-up. A mischievous grin spread across her face as she teased, "I know a short fuse can get you in trouble, but when it comes to jerks like them, you need a temper like yours." What those two had done was outrageous—so much so that even Ella couldn't hold back her anger. And she wasn't the one who'd been betrayed. Ella had thought Stephanie would cry and whine about Olivia, but instead, she didn't shed a tear. She'd taken action and handled things herself. Ella didn't fully get how Stephanie had pulled it off, but she was glad to see her handling it so well. She knew Stephanie wasn't usually this fiery—it was just that Olivia had a way of pushing her buttons, making her lose control. Ella glanced at her phone, a playful gleam in her eyes. "Don't head upstairs just yet. Let's grab something to eat. It's already past noon." Stephanie nodded. "You took the afternoon off?" Ella flashed a grin. "Nuh, I left early. Still gotta to get back to work after lunch." With Stephanie's wedding coming up in just a week, and everything going on, Ella worried she might start overthinking things. They wandered around the street for a while before heading into a nearby restaurant. Stephanie struggled with her steak, poking at it as she muttered, "Let's not get this next time. It doesn't taste that great." She wasn't a fan of bland food—Ella knew that well. Ella, on the other hand, was devouring her meal, not even slowing down to chew properly. She mumbled between bites, "I don't have time for that today, but I'll take you to a Mexican place next time." Lunch during the workday was usually quick and no-nonsense for most people. Ella paused for a second, swallowed, then asked, "So what's the plan with Chris?" At the mention of his name, Stephanie's steak suddenly tasted even worse. She put down her knife and fork with a sigh, wiping her mouth before turning to Ella. "Can you help me issue a statement? I want to announce that we're canceling the wedding." Ella froze. Her fork hovered in mid-air as she processed the request. After a beat, she asked, "Your families are okay with this?" She could hardly believe it. Just hours ago, Stephanie was dealing with Olivia, and now she was already making moves with the families? Stephanie shrugged, the casualness in her voice at odds with the weight of what she was saying. "I don't need their approval." Ella raised an eyebrow, surprised by the response. But after a moment of thought, she realized it made sense. That was the truth. They didn't need anyone's approval. The engagement with Chris had never really been Stephanie's choice in the first place. The Ashford family knew Olivia wasn't really the Hart family's biological daughter—she was born to a maid, a secret they'd kept hidden for years. The Ashfords had wanted to call off the engagement from the start. But the Hart family had been desperate. They relied on the Ashfords for several major business deals, and losing that connection could be disastrous. So, Catlin and Chad Hart had quietly arranged everything with Stephanie. Two years ago, when Stephanie and Olivia had fallen out, Chris had unexpectedly stood by Stephanie's side—a major shift from his usual behavior. After Olivia was sent away, Chris had pampered Stephanie, treating her like she was the most important person in the world. Back then, Stephanie thought he'd finally seen through Olivia's true colors. But now, Chris's shift back toward Olivia made it crystal clear. Two years ago, he had been kind to her only to keep her close, in line. After all, Stephanie had sworn to put Olivia behind bars, and she had the evidence to make that happen. Ella immediately grasped the complexity of the situation and muttered under her breath, "He's a total jerk." She paused for a moment, a confused frown creasing her forehead. "Wait, you knew exactly what kind of guy Chris was two years ago, right? So why the hell did you agree to get engaged to him? "And today... you went and tried on wedding dresses? Were you really planning to marry him in a week?" Ella's voice was a mix of disbelief and frustration. Stephanie didn't answer right away. When Ella asked why, her gaze dropped, and for a brief moment, her eyes seemed to darken. Why? Stephanie didn't really know. Maybe it was because they both had something to gain, or maybe they both had their own hidden agendas. In the end, Stephanie just waved her hand dismissively and muttered, "Enough with this. Just make sure to include the pictures of him and Olivia at the hospital when you post the statement." Ella noticed that Stephanie wasn't in the mood to elaborate, so she let it go. What mattered more to her was how Stephanie felt about all of this. Once she realized that Stephanie wasn't as in love with Chris as everyone had assumed, her worries started to ease. Ella thought for a moment, then gave a determined nod. "Alright, I'll post it right now." She grabbed her phone with purpose. Ella had once been a professional reporter for a major newspaper, and she still ran several accounts with millions of followers. The Ashford family was one of the top elite families in Long Harbor, so Chris's wedding had been under constant public scrutiny. Ella wasn't about to let this slip through her fingers. She carefully crafted the announcement, making sure to get every detail right. She knew that if she didn't handle this carefully, Stephanie could end up taking all the heat. Half an hour later, the internet exploded. The first story quickly took over the local headlines: "The Hart family's adopted daughter returning, spotted with the Ashford heir at a hospital." Another one followed shortly after: "Miss Hart announces cancellation of wedding to Mr. Ashford!" These two stories took over the local news, throwing the spotlight back on the scandal from two years ago—the adopted daughter and the real heiress. People hadn't forgotten the drama, and now, it was being thrust back into the public eye. Almost immediately, Stephanie's phone started ringing off the hook. Chapter 6 Black Card Ella watched as the screen of Stephanie's phone flickered, the constant barrage of calls taking its toll. In just a few minutes, the phone had been ringing nonstop. Ella couldn't help but suggest, "Why don't you just turn it off?" Stephanie glanced at the phone, frustrated. Blocking the numbers wasn't doing much anymore—every call was from an unknown number. Stephanie didn't even need to answer to know that Catlin was behind this, probably calling from one of their maids' phones. She sighed, clearly irritated. Ella was right. Stephanie accepted her advice and turned off the phone. But Catlin's punishment didn't stop there. Stephanie stayed with Ella for a while, trying to calm down. After a few moments, they both got ready to leave. When it was time to pay, the waitress walked over with a strange expression, hesitating slightly before saying, "Sorry, Miss, your card was declined." Stephanie's eyes flickered to the card she had grabbed randomly from her wallet. She remembered—it was the one Catlin had given her when she first returned to the Hart family, years ago. Back then, she hadn't wanted it, but Catlin had insisted. Now, the card wouldn't go through. Ella, noticing the exchange, quickly pieced things together. "Anything wrong?" Stephanie sighed deeply. "Catlin froze my card." Ella's lips twitched in disbelief. "Because of Olivia? What kind of mother does that to her own daughter?" Ella couldn't hide her disgust. She was appalled by how some people would treat their children this way. Stephanie gave a nonchalant smile, clearly used to this. "It's not the first time." Ella gently pushed Stephanie's hand away from the card. "Let me." Without waiting for a response, she pulled her own card from her bag and handed it to the waitress. Stephanie immediately protested. "No, I got this." But Ella insisted, her tone firm, and the waitress walked away with the card. Once they were back in the car, Ella was fuming. "I'll transfer $50,000 to you. Don't let them push you around." Stephanie felt a warmth spread through her. For once, someone was standing up for her. She sighed, trying to brush it off. "It's okay, I really do have the money for myself." Ella shot her a skeptical look. "How? You don't even have a job. The Hart family's a bunch of animals. I'm going to give them a piece of my mind." Ella's anger was practically radiating off her. Stephanie paused, thinking carefully, and then decided to come clean. "I really do have money. Well, it's a long story." She hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. The truth wasn't exactly simple. Despite spending the last couple of years with Chris, she wasn't entirely dependent on him or the Hart family. Ella waved her off, unimpressed. "Fine, I trust you, but take this 50,000 anyway." Stephanie's been with Chris these past few years. Any money she has is probably from the Hart family. She couldn't have real cash. Ella couldn't shake her doubts. Stephanie, practically begging her to stop insisting, said, "Really, I don't need it." Ella shot back, "I'm just saying..." No matter how much Stephanie argued, Ella was determined to believe she didn't have anything of her own. Finally, to prove her wrong, Stephanie dragged Ella to a mall and bought a bunch of things worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. Ella's disbelief began to fade. When she saw the black card Stephanie had used, her eyes widened in surprise. "Where'd you get this black card? Who gave it to you? Chris?" Now, the only person Ella could imagine giving her a card like that was Chris. Stephanie stared at the card she had pulled out earlier, her mind momentarily blank. A wave of emotion surged through her as memories flooded back. She swallowed before answering, "Chris? No way." Chris had never been that generous with her. Ella's eyes widened, and she quickly asked, "Then who gave it to you?" Since it wasn't Chris, and it couldn't possibly be from the Hart family. Ella's mind started racing. She worried that her friend might be involved in something illegal or mixed up with shady people. "Who is this generous guy?" Ella asked, tapping her chin thoughtfully, a playful but concerned look on her face. A soft, distant expression crossed Stephanie's eyes as she thought about the owner of the card, but she didn't answer. Instead, she grabbed Ella's hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "Let's go." Without saying anything else, they walked out of the mall together, their bags in hand. *** After parting ways with Ella, Stephanie made her way back to Cloudridge Valley. She'd barely stepped through the door when she ran straight into Chris, who was standing in her way, blocking her entrance. Chris looked furious. He glanced at his watch, irritation radiating from him. He'd been waiting for two full hours. "Why did you turn off your phone?" His voice was tight with anger. Stephanie shot back with a clipped, "It was annoying." A month ago, Chris hadn't cared about her well-being at all. But today, all of a sudden, he was bombarding her with calls—because of Olivia, no less. Stephanie reached for her keys to open the door, but before she could even unlock it, Chris grabbed her wrist. "Stephanie!" His voice was low and forceful. She glared at him, her eyes cold as ice. With a sneer, she bit back, "Your true love's in the hospital with no one by her side. How pathetic." The mention of "true love" hit a nerve with Chris, only fueling his anger. His grip on her wrist tightened as his teeth clenched in frustration. "We need to talk," he growled. Stephanie didn't even flinch. "No need." With one swift motion, she yanked her wrist free and tried to slam the door in his face. But Chris was faster than she expected, his arm shooting out to stop the door from closing. In the blink of an eye, he was about to push his way inside when Stephanie kicked out, aiming straight for his groin. Chris hadn't anticipated the force of her kick. He stumbled back, shocked, and yelled, "You vicious woman!" He twisted his body just in time to avoid the hit, but it pulled his arm out of the doorframe. That was enough for Stephanie to try and slam the door again. Chris was quicker this time. He grabbed the door just before it slammed shut and shoved his way inside. Stephanie glared at him, her voice as frosty as her expression. "I suggest you leave now." Chris was panting with anger, his words dripping with venom. "I swear you'll regret this." For the first time, Stephanie let her true violent side show. She was nothing like the delicate, obedient woman Chris had once known. Chapter 7 Where Did She Get The Money? Chris walked over to the couch and sat down, pulling out a cigarette from the pack as though it was second nature. But before he could light it, Stephanie stepped forward without hesitation, snatched it from his hand, and tossed it into the trash. Chris's face darkened immediately. "What the hell are you doing?" This was the first time anyone had dared treat him this rudely—especially a woman. When he was with Olivia, no matter what he wanted, Olivia never questioned him. She just went along with whatever he said or did. Stephanie clapped her hands together and shut the trash can lid with a soft thud. "Sorry, I just don't like the smell." Chris stood frozen, his mouth hanging slightly open as if he hadn't fully processed what had just happened. Countless memories of Stephanie's gentle side flashed through his mind, but they all shattered when he saw the cold, indifferent expression on her face. In the end, Chris decided to let it go—for now. His thoughts drifted to the two major news stories that had broken that morning. The Ashford family's phone lines were probably about to get flooded. His tone softened, almost as if he were trying a new approach. "The news today... was it Ella who sent it out?" When Stephanie had first mentioned calling off the wedding, Chris hadn't believed her at all. He'd just thought it was another tantrum. But this time? It seemed like she had actually gone too far. Stephanie didn't answer. She walked over to the fridge, pulled out a small piece of cake, and started eating it as if the conversation didn't matter anymore. Stephanie hadn't eaten enough during her steak meal at lunch, and after two hours of shopping with Ella, her stomach was practically growling. Chris watched her, his frustration bubbling up. She acted like he wasn't even there, and it was pushing him to the edge. He reached for the fridge door and shut it with a slight thud. "The wedding's supposed to be between the two of us," he said, his voice tight with annoyance. "Why do you have to make it a public spectacle?" He could deal with her venting in private, but this drama she was stirring up in front of everyone? That was another story. Chris paused for a moment, his mind spinning as he tried to find a reason to forgive her, something, anything, to make sense of it all. Suddenly, Stephanie let out a small laugh, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Are you serious? Do you really think the wedding is just between the two of us?" If only it were that simple. She almost wished it were. Things would be so much easier. Stephanie shot him a cold, dismissive look and added, "Either way, even if I keep it quiet, someone else will spill the beans. It's better if I take control of the narrative." Chris froze. He immediately understood who "someone" was. He couldn't help himself. "You shouldn't always think so badly of Olivia," he said, his tone defensive. Stephanie smirked and took a spoonful of cake, popping it into her mouth like she didn't have a care in the world. "If she wasn't so bad, why'd you have to kick her out of the country for protection two years ago?" Chris immediately clamped his mouth shut. His face flushed red, like someone who had just swallowed a fly. The events of two years ago were a sore spot for him—a part of his past he rarely mentioned. He had almost buried it completely. But now, with Stephanie bringing it up again, his expression darkened. "That was different," he muttered through clenched teeth. "You were relentless back then. If Olivia hadn't left, I'm afraid you would've really sent her to prison." Stephanie took another leisurely bite of cake, barely looking at him. "Yeah, I would've." Chris's face turned darker with anger, but he was careful not to let it show too much. He couldn't lose his temper now—not yet. Thinking back to everything that had happened, he couldn't help feeling disgusted by Stephanie. It was because of her constant outbursts that she was stuck in this mess with the Hart family. But then he reminded himself—now wasn't the time to press her. He still needed the wedding to happen. Chris's expression softened slightly, trying to regain some control over the situation. "Olivia's just sick. Once she gets better, we'll send her away." Stephanie gave him a cold, piercing glance but didn't say a word. Chris continued, pushing his point. "Your parents won't let you keep causing a scene. If this keeps up, it'll only make your life harder." He knew exactly how much leverage the Hart family had over her. He could already predict it—if things had gone as expected, her card was probably frozen by now. Looking around the house, Chris shifted the conversation. "How long's the rent on this place been paid? When's the next payment due?" He remembered that this house was one Stephanie had rented after leaving the Hart family. Cloudridge Valley wasn't cheap. The unit she was living in probably cost at least ten thousand a month. His point was clear: She didn't have the luxury of acting on a whim. Unexpectedly, Stephanie, still holding her spoon, leaned back in her chair and replied, "You should leave now." Chris's eyes narrowed, his face darkening even further. Before he could say anything else, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He glanced at the screen. It was Olivia calling. Without moving away from Stephanie, he answered. "Olivia." Stephanie had more or less figured out Chris's mindset. He probably believed that in a marriage, the person who needed help had no right to demand respect. But she also thought Chris was incredibly dim-witted. He claimed not to want to break up with her, but here he was, shamelessly answering calls from a third party right in front of her. This time, as she started to cause a scene, Chris's true nature was exposed. For two years, he'd been wearing a facade, but now, in front of her, he had just ripped it off. She didn't catch what was said on the other end of the line, but Chris stood up, his face stiff. "Don't worry, I'll be there soon." After hanging up, he finally turned to face her. His eyes flicked over her face, which was neither a smile nor a sneer. He sighed, his tone sharper. "What I said earlier—think it over. No matter how much of a scene you make, you can't steal the spotlight. Everyone will be focused on Olivia's illness right now." His attitude was clear: he was warning her that causing a spectacle was pointless. Stephanie didn't respond. Instead, she walked over to the entrance, casually picking up the shopping bags she'd gotten with Ella earlier. The bags were all from high-end brands, the kind that screamed luxury. Chris stared at them for a moment, his brow furrowing in confusion. He double-checked, hesitated, then asked, "You still have money to go shopping?" His tone was a mix of disbelief and curiosity. He'd assumed the Hart family would punish her for causing trouble, but these bags seemed to tell a very different story. He knew all too well how the Hart family operated. Every time Stephanie stepped out of line, they'd freeze her credit card for ten days—or even half a month—just to remind her that she depended on them. If they cut her off, she'd have nothing. Stephanie shot him a look, her expression unfazed. "Yeah, I've got money to shop. What's the problem? Call the police, arrest me if you want." Chris blinked, completely taken aback. 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2,706,862	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2706778}'	No	2025-02-28 00:30	active	2651	🔥 Download Goodnovel to read the full novel 😍👉👉👉👉 "Seducing My Ex's Father In Law"	Today was supposed to be the day my fated mate and I got engaged. But now I’m watching him kiss another woman. Marrying her could make him the future Alpha because she’s the daughter of Gavin Landry, the most powerful Lycan chairman in the world. A couple of months ago, our Alpha died during a battle, and now all the candidates are competing for that position, including my mate, Ethan. Everyone knows the Lycans control the werewolf population. And Gavin? He could singlehandedly appoint everyone the new Alpha. So, Ethan made his choice. Her, not me. “Get me a whiskey and a martini for the lady,” A deep voice sounded from nearby. “Is it the future bride, or the future groom that’s got you in a mood?” “I’m just not into parties,” I decided to say. “Nor am I,” he murmured. “I’m here out of obligation.” The bartender placed my drink in front of me and I immediately took a sip, sighing in contentment. I waited for it to do its job and finish numbing the pain. Every time Ethan kissed her it destroyed me a little more. How had my life taken such a devastating turn? How could my fated mate do this to me? Did our 2 years together truly mean nothing? Did the mark on my neck mean that little to him? “Thank you for the drink,” I told the man. I took one last sip of my martini and started to get down from the stool, except my blouse snagged on the corner of the counter and just as I heard a tearing sound, I began to fall to the ground. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the impact, but it never came. Instead, I felt strong arms wrapping around my body, lifting me into the air. I opened my eyes and peeked up at the man who caught me, and my breath hitched. He was so handsome. He held me with ease as if I weighed nothing and I could tell from the feeling of his arms around me that he was muscular. He smiled down at me and a dimple appeared on his right cheek. I wanted to lick that dimple. “Madam, are you falling for me?” He asked teasingly. I stared at him for a heartbeat longer before I squinted my eyes at him, seeing what he did there. “You’re a funny one, aren’t you?” He grinned. Then he looked at my shirt and immediately frowned. “Let me take you to my suite upstairs,” he said, making my heart skip a beat. “What?” I said in barely a whisper. His eyes met mine and I got lost in their beauty for a moment. Goddess, his good looks were sinful. “Your shirt is ripped. I have one you can wear upstairs in my VIP suite,” he explained. I blinked a couple of times and gave a nervous chuckle. “Oh, alright. Thank you,” I managed to sputter. He turned to the bartender. “Charge our drinks to my suite,” he ordered. “Yes, sir.” I allowed the man to carry me out of the room. His arms were so warm that I found myself resting my head against his broad chest, breathing in his minty scent. My wolf was practically purring in my mind. She’d been quiet for most of the evening while she licked the wounds the broken mate bond had caused. But right now, it was as if she had forgotten she was heartbroken. “Take off your shirt,” he instructed once we were in the suite. He had released me and was walking to the closet. “Excuse me?” I squeaked. “So, you can put on a new shirt,” he explained. “Right,” I breathed. I lifted my ripped shirt over my head and threw it onto the bed, leaving me in only my innerwear from the waist up. Once he found a shirt, he turned around to face me, and his entire body froze as his eyes trailed down my body. I was too busy checking him out to notice him staring at me but the longer I stared at him, the more I started to recognize him. Then, realization struck me, and I gasped. “It’s you…” I breathed, taking a step back. His eyes shifted upward and met mine; his brow arched. “You know me?” He asked. “I know of you,” I clarified. The corner of his lips tipped upward as he walked towards me, slowly, as if he were stalking his prey. I could practically hear the sounds of my heartbeat. “And what do you know of me?” “Only what I’ve heard…” I admitted. “And what have you heard?” “You’re Gavin Landry, Lycan Chairman. You’re a heartbreaker. You have a new woman each week and you never sleep with the same woman twice.” He raised his brows. “Is that so?” He asked. “Tell me more about myself.” Heck, he's the father of the bride and Ethan's future father-in-law? I'm confused, I don't know what I should do. But I'm not surprised I didn't recognize him at first. The Lycan family isn't high profile, they're more used to staying behind the scenes than becoming politicians and celebrities like werewolf Alpha. Should I tell him who I am? But that would be foolish at this moment. He continued to walk towards me, and I continued to walk backward until my back hit the wall. “What more do you want to know?” I asked, my voice coming out breathy. “Everything.” I’m not sure if it was the martini speaking or me, but I decided to be bold. If Ethan can indulge himself in someone new, then so could I. I lifted my gaze to meet his as he neared closer. “Your eyes…” I started to say. “I’ve heard that they were mesmerizing, and I must agree.” “What else?” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “When you smile, you have this adorable dimple on your cheek…” I whispered. He was only inches from me now, staring so intently at me that I thought I would burn up under his scrutiny. He licked his lips, drawing my attention to his mouth. “And your lips…” Before I could finish that sentence, his mouth crashed into mine. His kiss was anything but soft and sweet but filled with hunger and possession. I kissed him with just as much eagerness. His tongue made its way to mine, tasting every inch of me. He lifted me into the air, my body pinned between the wall and him. Instinctively I wrapped my legs around his waist and allowed him to deepen the kiss. His tongue trailed down the nape of my neck and warmth spread across my body as I felt him nibbling my soft flesh. All self-control and common sense left my mind the moment we kissed. All I could think about was Gavin; he consumed my mind, body, and soul entirely. I pulled at his tie, wanting to take it and his shirt off. He helped me undo his tie and then lifted his shirt over his head, tossing it to the ground. I let my fingers explore his body; they roamed over his torso and up his broad shoulders. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue found mine again. “Are you sure you want this?” He asked between kisses. “Yes,” I rasped out. “We are both willing adults, so why not?” We kissed again and just as he was about to take off my innerwear, I received a tearful mindlink from my adoptive mother. “Judy! Please, come home!” She sounded panicked; my mother never panicked. Hearing her voice was like cold water being dumped on my head and I gasped. I let my legs fall from around him and I pressed against his chest. “Stop,” I said breathlessly. “I have to go.” He frowned. “I don’t have much patience; stop joking,” he says, a hint of anger in his tone. “I’m so sorry. But I’m sure you have plenty of other options,” I said and started to run towards the door, but he grabbed my arm, stopping me. I whirl around to face him, my own anger rushing to the surface but before I can say anything, he points to the bed. “Your shirt is ripped, remember?” I looked down at my innerwear with a frown. “Oh…” He sighed, grabbing his shirt and putting it over my head. I inhaled deeply and warmth spread throughout my body; it smelled like him. …… The moment I stepped into the house; I could hear my mother sobbing. “Judy?” My mother sobbed; I could hear that she was in the kitchen and my heart stuttered at the sound of her broken voice. “Your father was taken away by the Gammas tonight.” Chapter 2 Judy’s POV My heart fell into my stomach. “What?!” I gasped. We lived in a decent-sized house; my adoptive father, being a successful businessman and a Delta of the Redmoon pack, had a lot of money. “He was arrested,” she explained. “He made a bad investment for the company, and he ended up losing all the money. He went completely bankrupt and now he owes the pack so much money. Until he pays it, they put him in jail.” “They can’t just come and take him away like this,” I said, standing to my feet, hardly able to contain my emotions. “Without any warning? That’s not fair!” “They can do whatever they want. The Beta is under the jurisdiction of the Lycans, and it was his decision. Loan sharks are ruthless, and nobody wishes to deal with them. It’s easier to just get rid of the problem and right now… your father is the problem.” Before I could say anything more, my phone started to ring. I reached into my bag and pulled it out. I frowned when I saw the name flash across the screen. “I heard about your father,” Ethan’s voice was soft as he spoke, and my traitorous heart skipped a beat. I hated how my body responded to him still; it was because of this foolish mate bond. Even though he rejected me, and I accepted it, that didn’t mean it severed our bond. It won’t be severed until he marks someone else.“I might have a suggestion though. But I’d like to tell you in person. Come outside.” I quickly left the kitchen and walked out of the house. Ethan was leaning against his car with his arms folded across his chest. Goddess, I hated how good he looked. I had been in love with him for longer than 2 years. He was my friend, my confidant, my fated mate. When he rejected me, it destroyed everything I had dreamt of. I wrapped my arms around my body, desperately trying to hold myself together. “Why are you here?” I asked him after a long and awkward silence. “I wanted to talk to you,” he replied. “Why?” The corner of his lips tipped upwards as he stared at me; I nearly melted under his scrutiny, and I had to shift my gaze to look at the ground. “Because I can help you,” he answered. “Your father’s funding chain is broken, and he now owes a lot of money. I know for a fact that he doesn’t have that kind of money, especially now that his business has gone under. But I do.” I lifted my gaze to meet him; he was serious. “Are you saying you’d pay my father’s debt?” I asked him. He nodded. “Yes,” he answered. “And what would we have to do in return?” I asked, almost afraid to ask. He smirked, which gave me an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. “There is a condition,” he confessed. I waited silently for him to continue, my eyes never leaving his. “After I get married, I want you to drop out of school and become my mistress.” I couldn’t have heard him correctly; I stared at him with my jaw practically on the ground. “Excuse me?” I managed to sputter. “You want me to what??” “Drop out of school and become my mistress. I already have a luxurious home for you to live in. You would never have to want for anything. I’ll pay off your father’s debt and give you more money than you could dream of.” “How… how could you ask me to do such a thing?” I asked in a choked whisper; tears threatened to spill from my eyes, but I kept them away, not wanting him to see my break. He stepped closer to me, and I felt rooted to the ground, unable to move away. My wolf was whimpering about his request; she couldn’t believe our mate could ask such a thing from us. She was gutted and I hated that she was put in this position. “Because we’ve always been so good together, Judy,” he said, reaching out and touching my arm gently. “We will always have this strong connection, even if I mark someone else. You and your family would be set for life… all you have to do is say yes…” He was rubbing his fingers up and down my arms and I felt sick to my stomach. I finally found the strength to step away from him, my body trembling. “No,” I said, meeting his eyes. “I would never become your mistress.” His eyes darkened. “I’m about to become the Alpha, Judy. You must get with the times. Becoming my mistress would only benefit you and plus, don’t you want your father out of jail?” “I will find another way,” I said through my teeth. “If that’s all you came here to say, then I’ve heard enough. You can leave.” He raised his brows as he stared at me. He studied me for a moment longer like he expected me to change his mind at any moment. “You’ll change your mind,” he told me as he stepped away from me and towards his car. “And when you do, I’ll be here. But until then, your father will remain in prison.” “I’ll figure it out,” I said to his retreating back. “We don’t need you, Ethan!” He chuckled as he opened his car door and then he turned back to gaze into my eyes. “In order to get him out of prison, you’ll need at least 5 million dollars. When you realize that there’s no other option, you’ll come to your senses. I’m sure of it.” Without another word, he got into his car. I watched as he drove away, disappearing into the night. It was only when he disappeared that I allowed myself to fall to the ground. Tears streamed down my cheeks before I could stop them. 5 million dollars? How was I going to come up with that kind of money? —————— I had two classes this morning and one later in the afternoon. My first class was warrior training, and my second class was shifting, both of which I excelled at. I was going to college for Gamma training so that once I graduated, I could prove myself to the Gamma force and become a warrior. Then I would easily be able to pay off my father’s debt and save my family. “You look terrible,” my best friend, Nan, pointed out as I sat beside her against the large Oaktree; the very tree we always met up at. “It was a rough night,” I admitted as I took out my textbook to study. “Where did you go last night? When I returned, you were gone. Did you leave early because of the engagement party?” I bit my lower lip as I thought about what to say to her. If I lied, she’d be able to see right through me. I was a terrible liar initially, but Nan could read me like a book. “I ripped my shirt, and someone brought me into his room to change,” I said, feeling my cheeks growing warm at the memory. She raised her brows, and I could barely look at her. “You went to someone’s room?” She asked. “Whose?” I was quiet for a moment, and she grabbed my arm, getting my attention. “Judy, who did you leave with?” She asked, now her voice was filled with alarm. I knew there was no getting out of this conversation. I bit my lip and peeked up at her through my lashes. “Gavin Landry,” I squeaked. Chapter 3 Judy’s POV “Shut up!” She gasped. “Are you serious?? You went to Gavin Landry’s VIP suite? As in THE Gavin Landry?!” I nearly tackled her; she was being so loud! “Keep your voice down!” I scolded, attempting to cover her mouth with my hands but she was too quick and dodged me. “How can I possibly keep it down when my best friend went to Gavin Landry’s hotel room last night and waited until now to tell me!” She exclaimed. Nan was a waitress at the hotel restaurant the engagement party was at last night. The hotel, called Carter Resorts, was in the human territory, and it was owned by Patrick Carter, the Delta of the Silver Crescent pack. Which happened to be Gavin Landry’s pack. I wasn’t surprised to see Gavin there last night, especially considering his daughter was the bride-to-be. I was less surprised to see that he had a VIP suite at the hotel. I sighed. “It all happened so fast, and I had a bit too much to drink,” I admitted. “I forgot when I got home because other stuff happened.” I wrapped my arms around my body and looked up at her concerned eyes. “What else happened?” She asked, her voice dropping to a whisper. I took a deep breath, and I told Nan everything that happened, right up until Ethan came over and asked me to be his mistress in exchange for him paying off my father’s debt. By the time I finished talking, Nan’s jaw had dropped. “The nerve of that scum!” She hissed. “How dare he! He rejected you and now he wants you to be his bit on the side?! He has zero shame.” “I’m not sure what I’m going to do, Nan,” I whispered. “There’s no way I could come up with 5 million dollars to pay off my father’s debt.” We both fell silent as our thoughts consumed us and then her face lit up. I knew that look well and it grew nervous as a smile spread across her face. I knew right away that she had an idea, and I also knew that I wasn’t going to like it. “You said that he gave you his shirt to wear?” She asked. I nodded. She gasped and grabbed my arm. “Isn’t it obvious, Judy? Gavin is into you. That’s the only reason he’d give you his shirt. He wanted his scent on you! He's very picky. In all my time as a waitress, you're the first woman he's ever offered.” I gawked at her. She had officially lost her mind. “Gavin’s not into me,” I said, shaking my head. “He gave me his shirt because mine ripped. There was nothing to it.” “Why would he even care?” Nan asked, folding her arms across her chest. “He’s Gavin Landry and doesn’t need to care about any of this. Besides, you mentioned that he kissed you heatedly. You were ready to go all the way with him, which is huge because you were planning on waiting until after you were married. There had to be some kind of connection last night.” I glanced at my hands. “Or maybe I was just hurting and wanted to get back at Ethan,” I murmured. “Plus, I had a little too much to drink.” “Drunk actions are sober thoughts or something like that,” she said, waving away my words. Then, she smirked. “You could use this to your advantage. Do you still have that lingerie you bought for your wedding night? You should pay Gavin a little visit and make him an offer he can’t refuse.” ___ I knew it was a bad idea the moment she spoke the words, but her words continued to replay in my mind for the remainder of the day and night. When I woke up the next morning, my mind was made up. I went to my closet and grabbed my red lingerie. I had only tried it on once and I felt a little self-conscious wearing it, but I knew the night of my wedding when I finally gave myself over to Ethan fully, it wouldn’t matter what I was wearing. My heart ached at the thought, and I quickly brushed it out of my head before I started to cry again. I dressed in the lingerie, and I grabbed a long trench coat, wrapping it around my body. I left my hair down and I put on a little makeup to make my features pop. For the last day or so, my mother had either been speaking on the phone to lawyers, visiting my father in prison, or in her room. I had barely seen or spoken to her since I told her Ethan wasn’t going to help us. I hated knowing I disappointed her, but hopefully, this would fix all our problems. It was no secret where Gavin’s office was; everybody knew the famous Gavin Landry Corporation. When I walked through the front door, the receptionist was typing on her computer. She barely spared me a look as I approached the desk. “Good morning, I’m here to see Gavin Landry,” I said as politely as I could. The receptionist looked upward at me and blinked a couple of times, looking less than amused. “Do you have an appointment?” “Uh, no, but—” “Look, I don’t have time for this. Countless women come in here and request to speak with Gavin and I’m going to tell you what I tell them. Mr. Landry is incredibly busy, and he doesn’t have time or patience to be dealing with another fan girl,” she said bitterly. “And what gives you the right to turn away those who come to see me?” A deep voice boomed. Chapter 4 Judy’s POV “Mr. Landry,” the receptionist said, quickly standing to her feet. She suddenly seemed disheveled, and I wanted to smirk with satisfaction, but I kept it held in. “I asked you a question, Laura,” he said, narrowing his eyes at her. “What gives you the right to send away guests? You know the protocol. You are to call my office, and I am the one who decides whether or not I will see them or not. Not you.” She swallowed and glanced at the ground as if staring directly at him physically hurt her. “Come with me.” It took me a second to realize he was speaking to me, but when I saw the receptionist glaring at me and Gavin’s retreating back, I nearly stumbled over my feet to catch up to him. He walked through a luxurious waiting room until we reached a glass elevator. It was very high-tech with a touch screen attached to it. He brought up a keypad and typed in some sequence before pressing the floor number. He stood so close to me that the elevator felt almost cramped, despite it being a wide space. I could smell his incredible minty scent, mixed in with his aftershave and my heart skipped a beat. He didn’t bother looking at me though and I was starting to doubt this plan would work. Maybe he didn’t like me as much as I thought he did. I felt awkward knowing that under this coat was nothing but lingerie. The elevator came to a halt and the doors opened. It was an extremely large space with marble flooring and granite walls. “Where exactly is your office?” I asked, staring around the gorgeous area. He glanced at me; his face kept indifferent. “This is my office.” My eyes grew large at his words. He continued walking until he rounded the corner and sure enough, there was his desk right in front of large windows that overlooked the human city. It was gorgeous and my stomach twisted with nerves. He didn’t bother sitting on his desk chair. Instead, he turned to face me, leaning against his desk and folding his arms across his chest. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I took him in. He wore a white dress shirt with sleeves rolled up halfway, showing off his incredible muscles and his dark dress pants hugged his waist perfectly, showcasing his incredible form. My wolf purred with satisfaction, and I found myself staring at him for way longer than I intended to. He cleared his throat, making me nearly jump out of my skin as my gaze shot upward and met his. He was smirking at me, as if to say, “Caught you.” My cheeks burned from the embarrassment I felt. “So, what did you come here for?” He asked, breaking the tension between us. Oh. Right. The reason I’m here. “I have a problem, and I need your help,” I said in a rush. He raised his right brow. “What kind of problem?” I cleared my throat before continuing. “My father was arrested the other night,” I blurted. “His business went bankrupt, and he owes a lot of money. Roughly 5 million dollars.” He was silent as he stared at me; I realized he was waiting for me to continue. Probably wanted to know how I needed his help. “I was hoping you’d be able to help him and maybe pay the debt for my father so he could get out of prison?” I asked, biting my lip. He was quiet for another moment, processing my request before he ran his hands over his face. “And what would I get in return for helping your family?” He asked. I swallowed the lump in my throat. Confidence: I needed confidence. I held my head up high and looked him right in the eyes. It was known as a challenge to look an Alpha directly in the eyes, even worse so looking a Lycan directly in the eyes. But Gavin wasn’t as angry as I thought he would be, instead, he looked intrigued. “Well,” I began, I dropped my voice low as I stepped closer to him. “At the party the other day, we obviously had a connection…” I felt my cheeks growing hot as I spoke those words. “And I thought maybe…” I took a deep breath and undid my coat, revealing a portion of my lingerie, but not all of it. Not yet at least. His eyes darkened as he gazed over my body, and I nearly melted under his scrutiny. I suddenly had a surge of confidence, and I reached my hand out to touch his arm. “I thought maybe I could do some favors for you in return,” I said in a sultry voice. “I’m a college student and very clean. I haven’t done it before, but I’m on birth control, so you don’t need to worry about anything.” His breathing grew heavy as he straightened his posture, closing the small gap between us. His nearness was intoxicating, and my heart started to race against my chest. His scent enveloped me, and I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this delirious. He reached his hand up and I felt his fingers glide down my cheek, sending a wave of warmth throughout my whole body. We were so close together that I thought I was going to pass out from the heat that consumed me. His eyes were dark like they were the night in the VIP suite. He swallowed hard and I watched his Adam’s apple move slightly. I closed my eyes, preparing for him to kiss me. I could feel his breath on my lips and just as I leaned in close to him, getting ready for his embrace, it never came. Instead, I felt him adjusting my coat, covering my body. My eyes flew open, and I looked at his stern expression. “Do you really think I need to pay a woman for her body?” He asked, breaking the silence. “You said it yourself that I have many options.” My cheeks flushed immediately. “I just thought—” “You thought you could use your body to pay for my help,” he said, interrupting me. “You are still young, Miss Montague. You will regret taking such shortcuts in the future.” How did he know my name? I hadn’t told him. Had he looked into me? My heart skipped a beat at the thought, but his words were slowly crushing me. He didn’t want me. I lowered my gaze, hating how hot my face was getting. I knew he could see just how embarrassed I was. When he spoke next, he softened his voice and spoke with compassion. “Look, I have a daughter,” he told me. “I would never teach her to use her body as a transaction. I want more for her and her future, and I expect better from her.” He reached his hand and caressed the nape of my neck with his fingertips; my breath hitched as I gazed into his eyes. “I expected better from you,” he added; my heart fell into my stomach and disappointment consumed me. He was right. I was better than this. I nodded my head and opened my mouth to speak, but I heard footsteps behind me. I turned to see a couple of security guards standing nearby and I whipped around to look at Gavin with wide eyes. “I’m afraid my time is up, and my patience has run out,” Gavin said, looking at me briefly before glancing at the security guards. “Accompany Miss Montague out of the building, please.” “Yes sir,” they both said. They stood on each side of me, and I stared at Gavin with shock. I didn’t fight or argue with the security guards as they told me to come with them. “Thank you for your time,” I managed to say before I turned and left the office. I wanted to cry because of the shame, but I knew more importantly I needed a new job. …. “I’m so excited we get to work together,” Nan said with a wide smile. “And you look great in that uniform.” I looked down at my uniform. I felt ridiculous in this thing; it was a short skirt and a crop top that showed way too much bosom. I felt like I was on display. Especially at night when this place pretty much turned into a club. These men are wealthy and would tip generously. It was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up when I was struggling for money. “That’s what friends are for,” she said, nudging my arm with hers. She looked behind me and sighed. “Looks like we are getting a group of guys. Good luck,” she said. I sighed and turned to greet the customers but then I froze when I saw who was amongst them. Ethan. Chapter 5 Judy’s POV “You were right,” I heard one of his friends saying. “She does work here. This is going to be so good.” “Hey, call girl, can we get a table, or are you just going to stare at us?” Call girl? I placed the menus on the table for them and waited for each of them to take a seat. “I’m not a call girl. Please, take your seat.” As I leaned over the table to put the beer in front of each of them, one of them grabbed my rear end. I felt my entire body freeze. “I like this little uniform on you. How about you take it off and see what’s underneath.” My entire body went hot as I stepped back from the table, forcing his hand to drop. “Do not touch me,” I said loudly to each of them. “Oh, come on, Judy. Aren’t you here to satisfy men?” Another of his friends asked. “So come here and satisfy us. Sit on my lap.” I pressed my lips together. “I’m not a call girl,” I told them for the final time. “I’m a waitress.” “You got this job because you’re hot,” one of them chuckled. “The manager didn’t care about your skills. He cared about whether or not you could flirt with the customers and make him a lot of money. I’m willing to give you a good tip if you let me see what’s underneath your uniform and sit on my lap.” I felt my blood going cold from his words. “Come here baby girl,” he said, patting his lap and winking at me. I just stared at him, disbelieving. I looked at Ethan who was watching me, waiting to see what I would do. How could he just let his friends speak to me like this? At one point, he would have never allowed this. He would have punched anyone who looked at me with desire in their eyes. Now, he was acting as if he didn’t care. “I’ll give you 10 thousand dollars if you drink this entire beer,” one of his friends asked. My mouth nearly fell open. “What?” I asked. “You heard me,” he answered. “Drink this whole beer and you’ll get 10 thousand dollars.” “We’ll all give you 10 thousand dollars each if you drink all of our beers,” another one said. I stared at the beer and then at the men. My eyes landed on Ethan once more; he raised his brows, waiting for my answer. Swallowing my pride, I stepped towards the table and grabbed one of the glasses. I really didn’t like beer, but money was money, and I knew Ethan’s friends were rich and could pay that kind of money easily. I needed the cash to get my father out of prison and pay off his debt. I brought the cup to my lips and let the liquid run down my throat. I winced at the bitter taste, but I kept pushing myself until the cup was empty. His friends were cheering and chanting as I drank the contents of the cup. I slammed the cup on the counter and looked at the next guy who slid his beer at me, winking as he did so. I chugged his beer as well. I only got halfway through the third glass when I felt a firm grip around my wrist and I was yanked away. I heard Ethan’s friends booing and telling him he was a party pooper. I had no idea where Ethan was taking me; he was quiet until we reached outside and then he whipped around to glare at me. “Accept my offer and stop this foolishness,” he ordered. “I won’t be your mistress, Ethan,” I told him, narrowing my eyes, my head fuzzy from the beer. “You can forget about that.” “You’d rather act like a little call girl instead?” He asked through his teeth. “You looked ridiculous in there!” “Why do you care? You have your fiancé. This is my private business, and my private business no longer includes you.” “You are still mine, Judy. You will always be mine,” he growled. I wanted to laugh at his ridiculousness, but I also wanted to cry. He was so sweet at one point; I spent more than 2 years loving this man. Now as he stood before me, I realized he was a stranger. “I am not yours,” I told him, glad that my voice came out stronger than I felt. He let out a bitter laugh. “Fine, be a call girl for all I care,” he growled. “Spread your legs for money because that’s all you’re good for—” Before I could stop myself, my hand swung and made contact with his cheek, causing a loud slap. He didn’t flinch but he did grow angrier as he went to grab my throat. He froze though when he looked at my neck and I watched the color draining from his face. “What the heck,” he hissed. He grabbed my chin and yanked my head to the side. “Is that a lovebite?” I realized when getting dressed this morning that the lovebite Gavin left on me the other night was still there. It was fading, but visible. “So, what if it is?” I asked. He released my chin and glared at me, his gaze icy. “Who the heck have you been with?” “That’s not your concern,” I retorted. I turned to walk away, but he gripped my arm, making me whimper in pain as he whipped me around to face him again. “Answer my freaking question, Judy! Who have you been with?!” Through gritted teeth, I answered, “Gavin. Your future father-in-law. Happy now?” He released me and let out a bark of laughter. “Are you kidding me? You don’t have to make up such a ridiculous story,” Ethan said through a fit of laughter. I heard more laughter from nearby and I realized Ethan’s friends were crowding around. “Is she talking about Gavin Landry? He has standards. He would never go for a girl like, Judy.” “Yeah, Judy is a call girl and Gavin is a Lycan chairman. There’s no way,” another friend laughed. “I’m being serious,” I told them, folding my arms across my chest. This time Ethan did grab my throat, and his gaze turned almost deadly. “Stop playing me for a fool and tell me the truth,” he growled. “Gavin would never want someone like you. You are nobody. You don’t fit into his world. ” I couldn’t breathe as his hands tightened around my throat, so I couldn’t respond. “Now, how about you do as I say and move into the house I bought? Once I get married, I’ll see you frequently at night and you can spread your pretty little legs for me only—” There was a loud honk from nearby, making Ethan drop his hold around my neck. I coughed and rubbed my sore neck as he glared at the person interrupting us. I glanced at the black limo and frowned when the door opened. I gasped when I saw Gavin seated in the back, his eyes on me. “Get in,” he ordered. I stared at him, disbelieving. “I won’t ask you again, Judy,” he said through his teeth. I felt Ethan’s shocked eyes on me as I quickly hurried towards the car and got in, closing the door behind me. “Drive,” he instructed the driver. “Yes, sir.” The car started to move; Ethan stood on the curb; his mouth nearly dropped. His friends were equally shocked. 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2,707,447	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2707166}'	No	2025-02-28 00:31	active	2651	❤️😍Continue reading👉👉👉	Trapped and whipped by two men, I couldn't scream a single sound because I'm mute... ------------------------- As evening fell, Blair Davidson had prepared a feast, eagerly awaiting her husband's return for dinner. The hours crept by, and at one in the morning, her husband still hadn't come home. The wall clock ticked steadily, marking time in the quiet house. The once-warm dishes had grown cold, mirroring Blair's dejected heart. With a quiet sigh, Blair collected the untouched food and moved it to the kitchen. She began reheating everything, hoping to preserve some warmth of home. Just then, she heard the front door open and quickly turned around. A tall, striking figure in a business suit walked in. He seemed unsteady on his feet, having clearly been out drinking, but somehow this only enhanced his natural charm. This was Blair's husband, Rhys Davidson! Blair rushed to welcome him home. She had prepared a special drink for him, but as she offered it, his unsteady movements caused it to spill across the floor. Before she could step back, Rhys moved closer, tilted her face up, and kissed her suddenly. Then Rhys swept her up and carried her toward their room. His intentions were clear - he was seeking physical comfort. Rhys placed Blair on their bed with urgency. As she tried to sit up, Rhys's body pressed against hers, pinning her to the mattress. His strength overwhelmed her; resistance was futile. She couldn't voice any objections even if she wanted to. Being mute, silence was her only option. Blair surrendered to the moment. Rhys trailed passionate kisses down her neck and chest. Noticing her quietness and stillness, he touched her cheek gently, whispering, "Why so quiet?" Tears welled in Blair's eyes at his question. Her condition meant she couldn't express pleasure vocally like other women. She wondered about his question - did he ask despite knowing her condition? Was he trying to hurt her? Or was there something deeper behind his words? Blair responded by kissing him and running her fingers along his body... Rhys's arousal grew intensely; his manhood straining against his clothes. Unable to wait, he undressed them both and joined their bodies as one. Blair's beautiful features tensed with discomfort. Despite their previous intimacy, she always felt completely filled. His size was overwhelming! Being his wife had its challenges... Yet soon, the initial discomfort gave way to waves of pleasure. Chapter 2 Their intimate moment was intense - despite her mixed feelings, Blair couldn't deny the physical connection. With Rhys's athletic build, their encounter lasted a full hour. They reached their peak together... Dawn had broken when Blair next opened her eyes. Rhys was in the bathroom, leaving her alone with her thoughts. As the passion faded, emptiness crept in. Her heart ached; Rhys's actions spoke of desire, not love. She wondered about her place in his life. Was she truly his wife? Or merely a convenience? A buzz from the bedside table interrupted her thoughts. Rhys's phone! Someone had messaged him. Blair caught a glimpse. It was from a woman - Raven Brooks. The message read: "[You said you'd be with me tonight. Why'd you go back to that worthless mute?]" The words cut deep into Blair's heart. So that explained his late return - he'd been with another woman... The bathroom door creaked open as Rhys emerged, freshly showered. Blair quickly looked away from the phone, pretending she hadn't seen anything, and continued dressing. Rhys approached the bed, grabbed his phone, and studied Blair's face. "Did you check my messages?" he asked casually. Blair shook her head quickly. She recalled his wedding day words: "Don't fall for me. I'll provide for you, but that's all." He'd made it clear - love wasn't part of the deal. Even if she had seen the message, what right did she have to react? Her feelings meant nothing to Rhys - whether she felt jealousy, sadness, or pain. Those denied care have no right to anger. Her love, her emotions - to Rhys, they were probably just inconveniences... Blair signed: "I'll make breakfast." Fighting her body's soreness, she rose slowly and headed to the kitchen. Rhys watched her fragile form retreat, then deleted Raven's message. Soon, breakfast was ready. They ate in silence. "You're coming to the Davidson Estate with me," Rhys suddenly announced. Blair nodded with her usual smile. Rhys observed her. Blair's constant agreeability and perpetual smile seemed to erase her identity. A person without spirit held little interest... After breakfast, they drove to the Davidson Estate. Blair had entered Rhys's life through his grandfather, Fletcher Davidson, who had a soft spot for her. Three years ago, a critically ill Fletcher had ordered Rhys to marry Blair. But Rhys's heart belonged to another then. That woman was Raven, who'd just messaged him. Childhood sweethearts, Raven and Rhys had grown up together. Despite his feelings for Raven, Rhys couldn't defy his grandfather and married Blair. Blair loved Rhys, though she couldn't voice it. One-sided love in marriage was destined for heartache. Marriage had taught Blair this harsh truth. Rhys's heart remained with Raven... They arrived at the Davidson Estate. The house buzzed with excitement - Rhys's sister, Skylar, had just had a son, and they were celebrating. Blair followed Rhys inside. Margaret, Rhys's mother, was cradling her grandson, beaming. Her smile vanished at Blair's appearance. Her dislike was obvious. Blair greeted her, but Margaret ignored her, focusing on Rhys and Skylar. Blair accepted the slight quietly, maintaining her composure. Skylar glanced at Blair, saying, "The baby's adorable. When will you and Rhys have one?" Margaret scoffed, "One mute in the family is shameful enough. Another would be unbearable!" Rhys glanced at Blair, who lowered her head in pain. Skylar's question wasn't innocent. The previous year, Blair had been pregnant, but Margaret had forced her to terminate, fearing another mute child! Chapter 3 When Rhys learned about it, he remained silent, offering no protection. Under the pressure, Blair had no choice but to end the pregnancy. She often wondered about that child - they would've been turning one by now... Besides Fletcher, the family rejected Blair, especially Skylar, who harbored deep resentment. Blair had entered their lives when she was five. Skylar, jealous of their grandfather's affection for Blair, tormented her for being mute. She'd lock Blair away, burn her hair, and once even pushed her down the stairs - an incident Rhys witnessed. He scolded Skylar then. Already bitter about their grandfather favoring Blair, Skylar now faced her beloved brother's criticism for hurting Blair. Her hatred only grew. Back then, Blair couldn't sign or write to report the abuse, so Skylar's cruelty intensified, with Blair bearing the brunt of every mood swing. As they aged, Skylar's tactics shifted from physical to emotional warfare. She deliberately brought up pregnancy, knowing it would reopen Blair's wounds. Such calculated cruelty! "We're leaving," Rhys announced abruptly. "Why the rush?" Skylar protested. "At least finish eating!" "Work calls," Rhys replied curtly, leading Blair out without a backward glance. Skylar watched them leave, her anger mounting. Rhys should love Raven, not Blair. Why was he defending her? In the car, Rhys lit a cigarette, clearly agitated. Blair waited quietly beside him. When he finished, he turned to her. She maintained her gentle smile, like a servant awaiting instruction. Her lack of reaction and submissive attitude unsettled Rhys. He despised spinelessness. People should show anger when wronged! Yet, he felt a twinge of sympathy. "What are your thoughts on having children?" he asked. Blair's surprise showed briefly before she signed: Your mother's right. If the child is mute like me, it's better not to have one. Life had taught Blair harsh lessons: every hope eventually shattered. The sweeter the dream, the more painful its end! Like when Fletcher bought her a birthday cake as a child. Before she could make her wish, Skylar shoved her face into it. She'd lifted her frosting-covered face to find everyone laughing at her misfortune. She'd smiled through her tears. After so much pain, Blair dared not hope anymore. "We weren't careful last night," Rhys mentioned suddenly. "There might be a chance..." Blair signed: I'm on birth control. Rhys watched her graceful fingers move - long and elegant from years of signing, their dance-like movements oddly captivating. After a moment, he looked away, started the engine, and muttered, "That's good." Blair lowered her gaze. Rhys stopped at Blair's workplace, a coffee shop. There stood Raven. She always managed to find him. Tall and striking, with endless legs and cascading curls, Raven commanded attention. Watching Rhys and Blair exit the car, fury blazed in her eyes. Raven carried herself like the wife, while Blair seemed the outsider - yet Blair held the legal claim to that title! Chapter 4 When Raven spotted Rhys, she knit her eyebrows and asked, "What brings you here?" Her eyes fell on Blair standing next to him, noticing light bruises on her neck. The sight made her blood boil. Holding back her anger, Raven flashed a smile at Rhys. "I just wanted to see you," she said sweetly. Rhys turned to Blair, "Get inside and start your shift." Blair nodded and walked toward the coffee shop. This was her workplace - the only place that had given her a chance after countless rejections. Once Blair was out of hearing range, Raven grabbed Rhys's arm playfully. "Are you still mad at me?" Instead of pulling away, Rhys simply said, "Let's talk in the car." Before climbing in, Raven pulled out sanitizer from her purse and sprayed the seat where Blair had been sitting. She looked up with a smirk, "Got to clean up after trash sat here!" Rhys just watched her silently, letting her do as she pleased. Through the coffee shop window, Blair watched everything unfold. She saw how Rhys let Raven get away with everything, how much he cared for her. People who are loved think they can do no wrong. Rhys was so into Raven that even her most outrageous behavior seemed okay to him - even when she was dissing his wife right in front of him. After sanitizing the seat, Raven finally got in the car. She fixed her curls and grabbed Rhys's hand. "Come on, why so serious? I promise I won't bring up divorce anymore!" Though Rhys spoiled Raven rotten, he'd always get upset whenever she mentioned divorcing the mute woman. Sure, Rhys claimed he didn't love Blair and only felt obligated to her, but that still drove Raven crazy. Raven was the jealous type - she wanted Rhys all to herself. She couldn't stand the thought of sharing him with anyone, even a mute woman! Plus, her gut told her Rhys was lying. Something inside her said he might actually love Blair but just couldn't show it. That thought made Raven even more furious and deepened her hatred for Blair. Rhys lit up a cigarette, leaned back, took a couple of deep drags, and let the smoke fill the car. "Look, Raven," he said. "I promised you'd never want for anything as long as you're with me. Even without marriage, I'll take care of you forever. I keep my word." He turned to face her. "That's my promise to you, just like the one I made to my grandfather." Before his grandfather died, he'd made Rhys swear to look after Blair for life, whether he loved her or not. And Rhys had promised! In his whole life, Rhys had only made promises to two people: his grandfather and Raven. Promises! Damn promises! Those words always set Raven off! "Yeah, I know you're a man of your word," Raven said through gritted teeth. "But I was in your life first!" After finishing his smoke, Rhys flicked the butt out the window and took Raven's hand, his voice soft. "I'm sorry. What do you want?" Raven tilted her head, thinking. "I'm over my Ferrari. I want a Maserati now!" A slight smile crossed Rhys's face. "Done." "And one more thing," Raven added. "Don't go see that mute Blair for a month." Rhys paused for a moment before nodding. "Okay." Satisfied, Raven beamed. "Let's go, you've got work!" Blair watched Rhys and Raven drive away, her heart breaking. The cloth in her hand was all twisted up from her grip. She smoothed it out on the table, like she was trying to smooth out her own tangled emotions. Just then, someone spoke up, "Your husband's getting cozy with another woman right in front of you. Doesn't that make you mad?" Chapter 5 Blair turned to see who was talking. It was Lauren Hayes, lounging in her chair, giving off a light scent of designer perfume. She owned the coffee shop and had become Blair's friend. Lauren was tall, about 5'10", with short hair, wearing a black tee and casual pants. When she kept quiet, people often mistook her for a guy. During Blair's job interview, Lauren had playfully squeezed her cheeks, catching Blair off guard. It wasn't until Lauren spoke that Blair realized she was actually a woman. Blair put down the cleaning cloth and signed with a smile, "I'm used to it." Lauren watched Blair's fingers move and noticed her red-rimmed eyes, her heart going out to her. As Blair's friend, Lauren knew all too well about the raw deal Blair got in her marriage. Lauren handed Blair a coffee, saying, "Here's your favorite, just brewed. Give it a try." Blair thanked her and took a sip. It was perfect! A smile lit up Blair's face. With her fair skin, when Blair looked at someone, she looked just like a helpless puppy - the kind that made your heart melt. That's why Lauren couldn't resist pinching her cheeks. Blair wasn't into it at first but got used to it over time. It's crazy how things become normal after a while! Lauren had a big heart. She even watched videos to learn sign language just to understand Blair better. Now she could get most of what Blair was signing. Suddenly, Lauren grabbed Blair's arm. "Come upstairs, I need your help with something." Blair quickly set down her coffee and followed Lauren up to a corner room on the second floor, filled with colorful paintings. Besides running the coffee shop, Lauren was also a "painter." Though she gave herself that title - she hadn't sold a single painting yet. Her parents had shot down her dreams of studying art, so she'd opened this coffee shop as a front for her secret painting studio. Once inside, Lauren plopped Blair onto a stool. "Don't budge. You're my model for today." Blair sat perfectly still. Lauren loved using Blair as her muse and had done tons of portraits of her. As the morning wore on into lunch hour, a massive downpour started outside. Rain drummed against the windows, creating a cozy vibe inside. The bad weather drove more customers in, making the downstairs crazy busy. Lauren and Blair had to put the painting on hold to help out. Being short-handed, even Lauren, the boss, had to pitch in with deliveries. She asked Blair to come along. Lauren jumped on her motorcycle with Blair riding behind her. Blair wanted to take an umbrella despite the rain, but Lauren wouldn't hear of it. According to Lauren, motorcycles were cool, but umbrellas on motorcycles? Not cool at all. So Blair just clutched the coffee close, shivering on the back of Lauren's bike. The rain was coming down in sheets, with thunder and lightning making the noon sky look like nighttime. When Lauren's motorcycle pulled up outside a particular building, Blair's face fell. Because this was Rhys's company! Chapter 6 Lauren helped Blair get her helmet off; they were both soaked to the bone, but the coffee Blair was holding stayed dry. Lauren joked, "These people are crazy. Big fancy company, but no coffee maker, so they've gotta get delivery." Taking the coffee from Blair, Lauren grinned, "Wait here, I'll be right back." Blair nodded and quietly walked to the entrance to wait. Staring at the wall of rain in front of her, Blair's mind wandered. It was pouring just like this the day Fletcher brought her to Rhys's house. She'd hidden shyly behind Fletcher while nine-year-old Rhys checked her out. Rhys had asked who she was. Fletcher had teased, "Your future wife. Interested?" Nine-year-old Rhys had sneered, "I don't want some monkey for a wife." She really had been scrawny and pale back then, with dry, straw-like hair - probably looking worse than a monkey at the zoo. But then he'd added, "How're you gonna be my wife when you're so skinny? You need to eat more." Even though Rhys was just kidding around, Blair always took his words to heart. Lost in these memories, a voice snapped her back to reality. "With this awful rain, I don't feel like working. I'm outta here!" It was Raven, clicking out of the company gates in her heels, when she spotted Blair standing there, drenched. "Blair?" Raven was on the phone with Rhys, who caught Blair's name on his end. Glancing back at the building, then at Blair, Raven hung up. "Here to see Rhys?" Blair shook her head. Raven raised an eyebrow and strutted over, smirking, "Rhys says you're so innocent, but you're not fooling anyone. Coming here all wet and pathetic for sympathy?" She tugged at Blair's dripping hair mockingly, "Playing the poor little victim!" Raven's face oozed smugness. "Drop the act. Rhys doesn't give a damn about you. You're just like some stray he took in!" Blair pressed her lips tight - maybe from the cold rain, they'd gone ghostly white. Raven didn't need to spell it out; Blair knew it all too well. The way Rhys looked at her was exactly how he looked at their pets at home. He loved their cat too - if he forgot to feed it before work, he'd come all the way back just to do it. Just then, Lauren came back with the coffee. She quickly stepped in front of Blair protectively and sized Raven up, saying, "Back off, you home-wrecker! Leave Blair alone!" Raven's face darkened as she glared at Lauren. "How dare you!" Lauren crossed her arms, giving Raven a mocking once-over, "What's wrong with calling it like it is? Am I lying? You're nothing but a cheap home-wrecker!" "You..." Raven sputtered, her face turning purple. She hated being called that. If it weren't for Blair, she should've been Rhys's wife! Why was she getting trash-talked? Used to getting her way because of Rhys's favor, Raven had never been dissed like this to her face. She raised her hand to slap Lauren. But Lauren wasn't having it. Before Raven could strike, Lauren beat her to it. Raven went down with a shriek. The slap left her face swollen, and she twisted her ankle in those stilettos. She clutched her foot, tears streaming down her face. Lauren looked down at her with disgust. "You really thought you could hit me? Serves you right, you home-wrecker!" Through the pain, Raven shot Lauren a hate-filled glare. Lauren grabbed the shocked Blair. "We're out of here!" Blair kept looking back. She saw Rhys rushing out, scooping Raven up from the ground. Even through the rain, she could see how gentle he was with her. But Rhys never noticed Blair standing there in the rain. Lauren revved up the motorcycle and disappeared into the downpour. The heavy rain blurred Blair's vision until the tall building behind them became just a shadow in the storm. Chapter 7 Raven let out an annoyed sigh, turning her head away from him. A security guard came over with some security camera footage and handed it to Rhys. "Sir, here's the video footage." As Rhys watched the video, his expression darkened immediately. He'd been to Blair's workplace before and knew Lauren, along with her other identity she kept hidden. But Blair wasn't in the footage. Rhys tossed the tablet onto the table and said to Raven, "I'm taking you to the hospital." Even more upset by how little he seemed to care, Raven shot back, "No way! Let my leg break - at least then I won't have to hear people calling me a sl every time I go out." "Don't be stubborn. We're going to the hospital," Rhys insisted. "I said no!" Rhys picked her up and walked out. Blair sat behind Lauren on the motorcycle, rain streaming down her face. She carefully held onto Lauren's waist. Even in the cold rain, Lauren's back felt warm. She wanted to thank Lauren but couldn't speak. In her twenty-three years, besides Fletcher and Rhys, Lauren was the first person to ever stand up for her. Lauren glanced down at the hand on her waist and silently sighed. In the freezing rain, what fell on Lauren's back felt warm - they weren't raindrops, but Blair's tears. She was finally letting herself cry in the downpour. Instead of heading back to the coffee shop, Lauren drove Blair home. After parking, Lauren got off the bike, walked Blair to her door, took off Blair's helmet, and smoothed down her wet hair. "Get changed - you don't want to catch a cold. He won't care if you get sick!" Blair nodded and signed, "Hold on a sec." She rushed inside and came back with an umbrella, offering it to Lauren. Lauren hesitated but took it, not wanting to hurt Blair's feelings. Lauren smiled and said, "Okay, I'll take it. Now get inside, quick!" Blair lingered, seeming to want to watch her leave. "You're something else, you know that?" Lauren opened the umbrella, propped it on her shoulder, got on her bike, and rode off smoothly. Her voice carried through the rain, "See you later!" Blair watched until she disappeared, a smile playing on her lips. If Rhys had been there, he would've noticed this smile was different - more real. Blair sneezed. Even after taking a hot shower and some cold medicine, she still felt woozy. When she checked her temperature, it read 103 - she definitely had a fever. After taking some Tylenol, she crawled into bed and passed out. When Blair woke up, someone was sitting by her bed. The room was so dark she thought she was seeing things. She rubbed her eyes and switched on the light. There sat Rhys, legs crossed, in a black shirt with the top buttons undone and sleeves rolled up, showing off his muscular forearms. An expensive watch on his wrist screamed money and status. His face was stone-cold as he stared at Blair. "Sleeping pretty good, weren't you?" Blair knelt up on the bed, quickly signing, "Sorry I overslept. Have you eaten?" Ignoring her question, Rhys said flatly, "You're done at the coffee shop." Shocked, Blair signed, "Why?" "Lauren's bad news. She'll be a bad influence on you. You're not going back there. I'll find you something else." Usually, Blair just went along with whatever Rhys said. Not this time. She signed, "I like working there. I want to stay." "I said no!" His voice went ice-cold, his eyes drilling into her. Blair bit her lip but held his gaze. It was the first time she'd ever dared to look at him this way. Blair signed, "Is this about what happened at the company?" "You've got some nerve bringing that up. Who took Lauren there?" Rhys's eyes narrowed. Blair looked down but didn't explain, just stubbornly signing, "I want to work there!" "You really want to test me on this?" Rhys's voice was filled with anger. Blair didn't move. Rhys stood up and headed for the door. At the doorway, he turned back to Blair. "Don't let me catch you hanging around Lauren again!" He walked out without another glance. Still super dizzy, Blair touched her forehead - still burning up, even her breath felt hot. She shook her head, jumped out of bed barefoot, and chased after him downstairs. On the stairs, she grabbed the bottom of his shirt. Rhys stopped and turned. "What now?" Blair pressed her lips together, stared at him for a long moment, then seemed to make up her mind. She let go of his shirt. She walked past him to the living room couch, bent down, and opened a drawer. Following her, Rhys saw it - divorce papers sitting right there in the drawer! Those papers had been there for a while, but Rhys never knew. He'd never even opened that drawer before. He stared at Blair in shock and confusion. Blair looked back at him, her eyes saying everything her voice couldn't: Let's get divorced!	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2,707,145	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2025-02-28 00:30	active	2651	❤️😍Continue reading👉👉👉	I never thought I’d see him again. As I step off the bus, the scorching sun beats down on me. The heat here is unbearable, with not even the slightest breeze to offer relief. I already miss the places I've come to call home over the years. Grabbing my suitcase from the driver—who’s been eyeing me with a mix of disinterest and impatience—I flash him a polite smile, take my bag, and turn away without another glance. The bus station is smaller than I remember. I push through the crowd, scanning the faces around me, searching for my aunt. I’ve moved around more times than I can count—first with my mother, and then, after she passed away, with my aunt, who took me in along with her mate and daughter. Constantly relocating wasn’t a choice; it was a necessity. Someone was always after me. My aunt was insistent that I return to this town, though I still don’t understand why. This place holds nothing but bad memories for me—especially since he is here. I refuse to say his name. He abandoned my mother and me when I was just ten years old. I watched her heart break a little more each day, while he never once looked back. He was too caught up in his pack, too in love with his own life to remember the daughter he left behind. So why did my aunt want me back here? She and my cousin Eleanor have settled in this place, but I made it clear—I would only return if it was a matter of life and death. And now, I’m back, trapped in a town that will no doubt become my personal hell. “Sierra, OVER HERE!” I hear her before I see her. Turning to my left, I spot my aunt waving frantically, bouncing on her toes to get my attention. I force a smile and start making my way toward her. As I walk, my senses sharpen. I can feel the weight of several eyes on me, curious and assessing. This town is a werewolf town. There are humans here, but my aunt told me they’re aware of the supernatural. Two packs live on the outskirts of town, sitting on opposite ends. One of them is his pack. And from what I’ve heard, they roam freely here. This is going to be interesting—a panther shifter living in the middle of werewolf territory. “Auntie,” I greet her with a smile, stepping closer. She groans at the word, her expression shifting immediately. “Sierra, you know I hate being called that.” I chuckle. “Sorry, Raven.” I pull her into a hug, feeling some of the tension ease from my body. “How was the trip?” she asks, taking my bag from me as we head toward the exit. “It was fine. First a plane ride, then a twelve-hour bus ride. There were a few stops along the way, so I got to stretch my legs. But I didn’t mind—I’m used to it. I also made sure no one was following me,” I add, glancing over my shoulder. That’s when I notice the bus driver handing off his keys to another driver. Both of them are staring right at me. I sigh. “If one more person keeps staring, I swear I’ll rip their throats out,” Aria growls in my mind. She’s my panther counterpart—always on edge, always ready for a fight. My mother was a panther shifter, just like me, just like Raven and Eleanor. “Why is everyone staring at me?” I mutter, uneasy. Aria steps forward in my mind, scanning the area through my eyes. Raven smirks. “Well, it’s not every day a stunning twenty-year-old woman rolls into town.” I snort. “Yeah, right. There must be plenty of girls here. But you know what I mean.” I catch two elderly women watching me. The moment I meet their eyes, they quickly look away—but one of them seems to be mind-linking someone. “I bet she’s telling her Alpha that someone new is here,” Aria muses, stretching lazily before retreating to the back of my mind. Raven studies me, lowering her voice. “Be careful when Aria comes forward. Your eyes shift color slightly.” I nod. “We’ll talk more in the car.” We exit the bus station and head toward the parking lot, Raven leading the way to her small Toyota. Just as we approach, a black Mustang screeches to a stop right in front of her car. Raven groans. “One Alpha too many,” she mutters under her breath. “Be nice, Sierra.” The driver steps out first, his gaze flicking to me before he opens the rear door. Two young men climb out, looking to be around my age. Then it hits me. A familiar scent—one I haven’t smelled in years. I stiffen as a low growl escapes me before I can stop it. I know that scent. He’s not my father. But he smells just like him. Which means... He must be his son. Chapter 2 Sierra I have a brother—or at least, someone who seems to be my age. "You must be Raven’s niece, Sierra. My name is Dane. I’m the Beta of the Dark Valley Pack, and this here is Caleb, our Gamma. We wanted to introduce ourselves," Dane said. I stared at him, unimpressed. His Alpha was either too busy or just didn’t care enough to find out who I was. "Yeah, that’s me. Now, can you move your car so we can leave?" I said through clenched teeth. Raven looked like she wanted to slap me but managed to restrain herself. "Sierra," she warned. "My apologies, we didn’t realize this was your car," Dane said, clearly lying. Raven had been living here for months, and they had to know. "Cruz, could you move the car to a parking spot, please?" The driver, Cruz, nodded, got back into the car, and drove it into a space on the opposite side of Raven’s vehicle. "Better?" Dane asked with a smug smile. "Yeah, I guess," I said with a hint of irritation. "Raven, can we go now? I’ve been awake for over twenty-four hours, and I’m exhausted." I let out a fake yawn for emphasis. Raven smirked, knowing full well I was just trying to get out of this conversation. "Of course, Sierra. Beta, Gamma, was there anything else you needed?" she asked while placing my bag in the back seat and loading my suitcase into the trunk. Both men looked at me, and I noticed Caleb seemed to be mind-linking someone. "He’s linking the Alpha," Aria, my wolf, murmured from the back of my mind. She had been watching everything unfold through my eyes, clearly amused. After a few seconds, Dane turned back to us, his expression unreadable. "No, nothing else. Oh, actually—one thing. We’ll be stopping by the café later to pick up the cakes we ordered for the ceremony." "No problem. They’ll be ready by the time you come to collect them. I hope the new Alpha has a great welcome-home party," Raven said. "Oh, he will," Dane replied with a cocky grin. I shuddered, my thoughts immediately going to all the crude things he could be implying. But then he caught me off guard. "You two should come," he said. Raven glanced at them before shaking her head. "I don’t think so. Sierra needs to rest after her long journey," she said. I knew exactly why she was acting this way, and my blood boiled. I knew who would be at that party. "Well, the invitation stands," Dane said. Caleb looked at me carefully. "You should come to the packhouse—" "I don’t think so," I cut him off before he could finish. "You both know my father is part of your pack. I will not—no, I will never—step foot in your packhouse. So why don’t you two go do whatever it is you need to do before I throw up all over those nice shoes of yours?" I snapped. I turned to open the car door but hesitated for a second, looking back at Caleb. "Oh, and do me a favor—say hi to my father. I doubt he’ll show his face anytime soon, especially since it’s been ten years since he last saw me. So enjoy your little party, but don’t ever come near me again." Without another word, I climbed into the car and slammed the door shut. "Stupid wolves," I muttered under my breath. I sat there, waiting for Raven to get in. Glancing through the window, I saw the three of them standing there, speechless from my outburst. I hated that man. I never wanted to see the person who abandoned me. "I apologize for Sierra," Raven said as she walked to the car, opening the driver’s side door. Dane had recovered from my outburst and gave me a smug smile. "I hope she changes her mind. We don’t want any trouble," he said. Without another word, the three of them turned and walked off. Raven and I watched them go. "Stupid wolves," I muttered again. "Sierra, you need to be careful with what you say," Raven warned as she started the engine. We pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main road, driving in silence for a while. Finally, I broke it. "Raven, why did you want me here?" Chapter 3 Sierra "Raven, why did you want me here?" She sighed. "Because I wanted to see you. You’re my niece." I studied her face. I believed her, but I also knew there was more to it. "And?" I pressed. She was quiet for a moment. "Your father came into the café a few weeks ago when I first moved here. One of his pack members told him I was in town. He wanted to know how you were… and if you were coming back to live here," she admitted, stealing a glance at me. "He wants to get to know you, Sierra." I laughed dryly. "Yeah, sure. He hasn’t cared for ten years. Why now?" She shrugged. "I don’t know. I understand why you hate him for what he did to your mother and for abandoning you. I hate him too. But when I told him you’d never want to see him again… he seemed genuinely hurt." I didn’t respond. I knew Raven would let me make my own choice about this, but as far as I was concerned, that man was dead to me. "Sierra, you don’t know the full story of why he left," she said softly. I turned to her, my expression blank. The problem with that? I did know why he left. And I knew exactly what had made him do it. Either Raven didn’t know, or she believed whatever lies he had told her. Trying to change the subject, I asked, "Who’s the new Alpha? Why are they throwing a welcome-home party for him?" She hesitated before answering. "His name is Damon. He’s the Alpha’s son. He’s been away for the past few months, training with neighboring packs," she said. "Before he left, he came into the café every day. You’ll probably see him around soon enough." I didn’t want to see anyone—especially not an Alpha. I let the conversation drop and turned to stare out the window. The town was surrounded by dense forest, but the houses were built close together. After a few minutes, Raven pulled into the driveway of a small terraced house. It looked normal enough. The houses were near the forest, making it easy for wolves to shift and run freely. "We need to shift soon. It’s been too long," Aria murmured in my head. As I stepped out of the car, I suddenly felt like someone was watching me. "Aria, do you sense anyone?" I asked, keeping my back straight. "I don’t know, but I don’t like it here," she admitted. "Something feels… off." I agreed. There was something unsettling about this place. Raven must have felt it too because she glanced behind me, her expression unreadable. "Let’s get you inside. I need to head to the café to close up," she said, grabbing my arm and leading me toward the house. Once inside, I glanced around. The living room and kitchen were open-plan, and a staircase led upstairs. Raven hesitated before locking the front door. "Everything okay?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. "Yeah… Let me show you to your room. You can shower and rest while I head to the café," she said quickly. She led me upstairs, showing me my room—which had its own bathroom. "I had this installed last week, knowing you’d be visiting. Now that you’re staying, it’ll be useful," she said with a smile. I nodded. The room was small but cozy—a far cry from sleeping on the ground or in trees. "I got everything you might need. If you need anything else, we can go shopping tomorrow. Also, do you want to work some shifts at the café?" she asked. "Yeah, sure," I said, just as my stomach growled. She chuckled. "I’ll make you some sandwiches. You should eat, then sleep." I yawned. "Thanks, Raven." As she left, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. I was too exhausted to dwell on it. Within minutes of my head hitting the pillow, sleep pulled me under. Chapter 4 Raven I can’t believe Sierra is back. I’ve missed her so much these past two years. She wanted to travel, and who could blame her? After everything she’s been through in the last decade, she deserved it. I knew the lavender and sage in her room would knock her and Aria out cold. I needed her to rest, but more than that, I needed her to be safe. He’s been outside, lurking in the shadows, watching her return home. I step outside and lock the door behind me. I know he’s still there, watching, waiting. He wants to see her. But she hates him—loathes him—for abandoning her and for what he did to her mother. As I walk down the driveway, I spot him standing to my right. “She looks just like Eden,” he murmurs. I shoot him a cold, hard glare. No matter that he’s Sierra’s father—what he did was unforgivable. I don’t like him either, not after everything he put my sister through. “You shouldn’t be here. She doesn’t want to see you,” I say flatly. “By the way, she met your son. He wanted to come to the party tonight, but she shut that down real quick.” My voice drips with venom. “I heard she takes after Eden—same fire in her spirit,” he says. I bare my teeth at him. “Stop saying my sister’s name. You lost the right to speak it a long time ago.” I push past him, my blood boiling. He looks wounded. “Raven, please… you know what happened,” he says, guilt thick in his voice. “I didn’t have a choice.” I whirl around, facing him head-on, my panther stirring beneath my skin, itching to tear him apart. “You have some goddamn nerve saying that. I wouldn't be surprised if Sierra knows more about what really happened than you think,” I snap. “And listen to me carefully—you need to stay away from her. She despises you. As for your so-called son, she doesn’t know him or that daughter of yours. So if I were you, I’d keep them far away from her.” He stares down at me, expression unreadable. “Raven, please... I just want to know my daughter.” I sneer, his name like poison on my tongue. “Kieran, back the hell off. I’m warning you. You, your mate, your children, and that old Alpha you chose over your own flesh and blood—stay the hell away from her. You have no idea what she’s been through.” I realize too late that I’ve said too much. His brow furrows. “What do you mean? What has she been through?” His shock is evident, though he quickly masks it. Shit. That’s not my story to tell. I turn on my heel and keep walking. The café is just around the corner from my place. “Raven, tell me, please,” he calls after me, still following. I push open the café door. It’s closing time—we’re shutting early for the ceremony. Eleanor stands behind the counter, a warm smile on her face when she sees me, but the moment she spots Kieran, her expression hardens. She hates him too. “Raven,” he says, stepping inside, “you can’t keep this from me. She’s my daughter.” I’ve had enough of this bastard. He hasn’t given a damn about Sierra for ten years. The only reason I’m even living here again is because I have to be. I spin around to face him, my patience gone. “Listen up, you worthless piece of shit. You were never in her life. I don’t owe you a damn thing. You never came back for her—not once—even after all the messages I sent you. You are not, and will never be, her father,” I hiss. “I had to raise her and Eleanor on my own, you jackass, with no help from you. You want to know Sierra? Then come here and talk to her yourself. Or better yet, wait until she actually wants to talk to you—which, let me tell you, will be never.” I can feel the shame radiating off him, but before I can lay into him further, the door swings open. His son, Dane, walks in with the new Alpha, Damon. Both of them take in the scene, Dane immediately sensing the tension. “Dad, what are you doing here?” he asks, glancing between me and Kieran. Kieran straightens, his jaw tightening. “Raven, what’s going on?” Damon asks, his tone authoritative. I roll my eyes. Stupid wolves. “She was just telling this asshole to get lost and never come back,” Eleanor chimes in, stepping up beside me. A low growl rumbles from Damon’s chest. “Show some respect, cat, or I’ll put you down myself,” he grits out. Eleanor lets out a soft growl of her own. “You may be the Alpha, and I may be part of this pack, but you don’t get to tell my mother what to do—especially when it doesn’t concern you,” she snaps. I don’t want her getting into trouble, but I hold Damon’s gaze. “I’m asking Kieran to leave. Now isn’t the time for this,” I say firmly. Kieran and Dane stand on opposite sides of Damon, but I have one last thing to say. “Here are the cakes for the ceremony. Take them and go,” I grind out. “And Alpha, if you ever speak to my daughter like that again, you’ll see exactly what a cat can do.” He stares at me, momentarily taken aback. I rarely let my anger spill over like this—and he knows it. He knew me before he left to train the packs. “Raven, I’m going to be the new Alpha soon. Please,” he says, as if that means a damn thing to me. I glance at Kieran and Dane. “Neither of you are welcome here when Sierra is around. You hear me?” My panther snarls, my fury barely contained. “I mean it. If you come in here and upset her, I’ll rip you apart myself.” “You can’t stop me from seeing my daughter,” Kieran says stubbornly. But before I can reply, the café door swings open again. The scent that fills the air makes my stomach drop. Kieran stiffens. Oh, hell. She’s pissed. Chapter 5 Raven "YEAH, SHE CAN," a voice snaps from behind him. I can tell she’s pissed. How the hell is she still standing after being awake for 24 hours? Kieran spins around, and his face goes pale when he sees the daughter he once knew. She’s no longer the little girl he left behind. Sierra glares at him, but before she can say anything, a low growl fills the room—"MATE." All of us turn to look at Damon. His eyes are locked onto Sierra. Oh, shit. This is not going to end well. Sierra meets his gaze briefly before striding towards Kieran and Dane, her face unreadable. “You need to back off,” she snarls. I can feel Aria trying to break through. The energy radiating from Sierra is overwhelming. Eleanor glances at her cousin and smirks. "Don't talk to—" Dane starts, but Sierra cuts him off with a guttural growl. Her eyes shift from their usual blue to a striking, glowing green. "You wouldn’t want to piss me off, brother." We all freeze, stunned. Eleanor and I have heard Aria and Sierra speak in unison before, but seeing it now is still something else. I glance at Damon, but he’s still fixated on Sierra—his mate. "What? You thought I wouldn't figure out who you are?" Sierra challenges Dane. "I recognized your scent at the station. You smell just like him." Then, she turns to Kieran. "And don’t think for a second that acting like the father I should have had is going to work. You abandoned me for ten years. So why the hell would I want you in my life now?" Kieran looks wounded. But what did he expect? I told him Sierra wanted nothing to do with him. She didn’t even know about Dane—let alone the sister she’s yet to meet. Sierra steps closer, eyes locked onto them both. Aria is close to the surface, her power amplified by Sierra’s rage. If we can feel it, I wonder if they can, too. "You’re going to listen, and you’re going to listen well," she says, voice deadly calm. "I don’t want anything to do with you or your new little family. You left me alone to survive for a decade, and guess what? I did just fine. If you ever come back, I’ll let my panther out. And trust me—she’s a hell of a lot less friendly than I am." She bares her teeth. "Now take whatever you came for and go." She strides between them and heads straight toward me. That’s when I realize—she’s still in her Minnie Mouse pajamas. She must have sensed him outside earlier. Damon hasn’t taken his eyes off her. Before anyone else can speak, Sierra turns to him. "Oh, and Alpha—I don’t want a mate." Damon lets out a deep growl. "You don’t mean that," he says, barely keeping himself and his wolf in check. Sierra shrugs. "Take it however you want. I’m only here for a few weeks, and then I’m gone." Damon stares at her, saying nothing, though the hurt in his eyes is obvious. I know why she doesn’t want a mate. There are memories—dark ones—she’d rather forget. She hates men in general, and honestly, I don’t blame her. The tension in the air is suffocating. After a long moment, I turn to Kieran and Dane. "I think you all should leave now," I say. "Oh, and don’t forget the cakes on your way out." Dane glances at me and offers a small, grateful smile, mouthing thank you. He looks like he wants to say more, but he doesn’t. Damon still hasn’t moved. He’s rooted in place, staring at Sierra. Dane finally pulls him toward the door, leading him outside to the waiting SUV. Kieran hesitates, looking like he wants to say something, but he just exhales sharply, grabs the boxes, and walks out. Eleanor holds the door open for him. Another SUV pulls up, and Kieran loads the boxes inside before climbing in. Within seconds, the vehicle disappears down the road. Dane lingers a moment longer, stepping back into the café for the last box. Sierra and I watch him from behind the counter. He stops at the door, glancing over his shoulder at us. "I know what our father did. I don’t condone it," he says. "But if possible, I’d like to get to know my older sister." Sierra lets out a low growl. Dane flinches slightly but keeps his gaze steady. "I’m sorry, Sierra," he murmurs before walking out. Eleanor shuts the door and turns back to us. "Well, cuz, I’m so glad you’re here," she teases with a smirk. Sierra walks up to her and smiles, pulling her into a hug. They both turn to look at me, but before either can speak— "How did you know?" I ask Sierra. She studies me for a second before answering. "I smelled his scent outside. It woke Aria up. But the rest? I’ve always known. I just never told you." She exhales sharply, her expression darkening. "I hate him even more now. He never came for me." The bitterness in her voice is unmistakable. I know she’s hurting. And I have no doubt that Kieran is a big reason why she refuses to accept her mate. "Well, let’s close up. You look like you should be in bed," I say with a chuckle. Sierra glances down at herself, and Eleanor notices too. They both start laughing. We move around the café, making sure everything is cleaned up—tables wiped down, chairs in their proper places, all the lights turned off. Sierra yawns. "You need rest," I tell her. She nods. "Let’s go home," she says before turning to Eleanor. "You coming? We could have one of our famous sleepovers." Eleanor grins but shakes her head. I know that’s not happening—Eleanor has a ceremony to attend with her mate. "I can’t, cuz. You need your beauty sleep," she teases. Sierra rolls her eyes, but Eleanor shoots me a knowing look. Don’t tell her about Caleb yet, Mom. I nod subtly. Eleanor only knows bits and pieces of why Sierra refuses to accept her mate, but she’s scared to tell her just yet. She has no idea how Sierra will react when she finds out. Sierra yawns again, making us laugh. "Come on, Sleeping Beauty. Time for bed," I say, leading her out of the café and toward home. Chapter 6 Damon I found my mate. But she wants nothing to do with me. I’m beyond pissed. Why doesn’t she want me? I glance at Kieran. His face is unreadable, but I know he’s hurting. He finally met his daughter, yet she rejected him outright. I don’t know the full story between them, but whatever it is, it’s bad. “I’m sorry, Damon,” he suddenly says, still staring ahead. When I turn to look at him, I notice a small, sad smile on his face. He doesn’t elaborate. “You okay, Kieran?” I ask, studying him. His expression remains blank, but I continue, “I just wanted to say sorry about what happened at the café.” He nods, and I can feel the guilt radiating off him. He’s deeply wounded. After a moment, he exhales heavily. “We need to see your father when we get back to the pack house,” he says. “But I have one request.” His voice is almost pleading. “Don’t tell him about Sierra being your mate just yet.” His words catch me off guard. Why wouldn’t he want me to tell my own father? Especially since my mate is his best friend’s daughter—well, his long-lost daughter. “Why, Kieran? He’d be happy that I found my mate,” I say, but the look on his face tells me there’s more to this than I understand. “He will be—once he knows she’s my daughter. But there are things you don’t know yet, and that’s why we need to talk to him first. We have to explain everything to you. It might help you understand why Sierra doesn’t want a mate,” he finally says. I stare at him, momentarily stunned, but I quickly regain my composure. “Alright, I won’t say anything. But Kieran… what happened to make her hate you so much?” I ask, immediately regretting it as soon as the words escape my mouth. His shame crashes over me like a tidal wave. “I hurt her mother in the worst way possible,” he confesses quietly. “And I never claimed her as my mate.” I’m speechless. “I’ll explain everything when we see your father,” he adds. I glance at the man who had trained me when my father was too busy. I grew close to his son, Dane, who’s now about to become my Beta, and his sister, Nova. They’ve been like siblings to me—we argue and fight just like real siblings do. Sierra would have made an impression on me if she’d been around. Even in those pajamas, she exuded a quiet strength. I couldn’t quite make out her figure, but I didn’t care. Those piercing blue eyes, the rich brown hair messily tied into a bun, and those soft pink lips—it all made me want her even more. When her panther stirred, her eyes glowed green, and I felt an immense power roll off her in waves. It was unnerving. There was more to her than I could see. Her emotions dictated the intensity of her energy, and at that moment, all I felt from her was pure rage. The car ride back to the pack house is quiet. It’s a long drive from town, and our driver is stuck behind another vehicle. Kieran stares out the window, lost in thought. I mind-link my father. “Hey, Dad, we’re on our way back with the cakes. There’s something you need to know. Sierra is back.” “Yeah, I heard,” my father replies gruffly. “Kieran went to see her. I take it that didn’t go well? I told him to give her a few days to settle in.” I sigh. “‘Didn’t go well’ is an understatement. She was furious. He wants the three of us to meet in your office to talk about it.” My father is silent for a beat before responding. “We need to talk. I think you should be there for all of this—you’ll be Alpha soon.” “Alright. We’ll be there in twenty minutes.” I stick to Kieran’s request and don’t mention to my father that Sierra is my mate. When we finally arrive at the pack house, we step out of the SUV. Caleb, my soon-to-be Gamma, is waiting nearby. I know why—his mate, Eleanor, nearly got herself ripped apart for disrespecting me. From the look on his face, he already knows. “Sorry about Eleanor, Alpha,” he says immediately. “She was just protecting her mother.” I nod. “I’ll apologize to her later.” He gives me a strange look. “You shouldn’t have to apologize. She’s still adjusting to our ways here. They lost their pack years ago and have been moving around ever since,” he explains, his gaze shifting past me to Kieran. “He shouldn’t have gone there,” he mutters. “I know most of what happened—Eleanor told me. It’s bad.” I stare at him, taken aback. “I’ll find out more when we talk to my father,” I say before shutting off the mind-link. Caleb nods and heads toward his house, where Eleanor is waiting. He probably misses her. Eleanor had mentioned wanting to tell Sierra something, but she wasn’t sure how her cousin would react—especially when it came to the subject of mates. There has to be a reason why she despises the idea of having one. A low growl rumbles in my head—my wolf, Cruz. “She’ll come around. We just need to take things slow with her.” I freeze. My wolf has been obsessed with finding our mate for years, but he’s never been this patient before. Normally, he’s possessive and restless. But now, he just wants what’s best for Sierra—even if that means taking our time. “What’s gotten into you? You’ve been quiet since you told me Sierra was our mate,” I ask him. Cruz is silent for a moment before sighing. “I’m being careful with her. Seeing her father after all these years made her angry. And her panther… she’s powerful. Her emotions fuel her strength, and I think her panther has her own feelings about this entire situation. We need to figure out what happened.” I nod. “You’re right, Cruz. 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2,707,434	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2025-02-28 00:31	active	2651	❤️Click to read more exciting content❤️	Chapter 1 She's Back At dawn, Odalys Stone cracked open her eyes, the sunlight pouring through the window making her squint. For a moment, she stared blankly, her mind groggy, before her gaze fell on the crooked calendar on the wall. A bitter smile tugged at her lips. She was back. Back to this godforsaken day—the day her life had been ripped apart. The day she was sold into a marriage from hell, betrayed by the very people she had called family, and ultimately killed. Hatred boiled in her veins, rising like a tide that threatened to drown her. But just as quickly, she forced it down, letting icy calm take its place. Her past life had already wrung every last drop of emotion out of her. Not this time. This time, she wasn't that naive, helpless girl. She was alive. And she was here to make them pay, every single one of them. The sound of heavy footsteps snapped her out of her thoughts. A sharp knock rattled the door, followed by louder, more impatient banging. Before Odalys could even move, the door burst open with a deafening crash. A tall figure stormed in, grabbing her arm roughly and yanking her up. "Odalys Stone, are you fucking deaf?" Henry Bennett barked, his grip bruising, his expression one of pure rage. Her face turned glacial, her lips curling into a sneer. Without hesitation, she twisted his wrist sharply and shoved him away with enough force to make him stumble. As he regained his balance, blinking in stunned disbelief, Odalys calmly reached for her phone, pressing the record button without missing a beat. Henry gawked at her, his jaw slack. This wasn't the meek, obedient sister he knew—the one who flinched at his every word. She wasn't cowering or apologizing. She had fought back. "What the hell's gotten into you?" he spat, pointing an accusatory finger at her. "Do you think this is some kind of joke? The Stewarts are coming today, and you're still lying in bed? Do you want them to take Sophia instead? Is that it?" Odalys's gaze hardened, her voice cutting through his tirade like a knife. "Why, Henry? Isn't she the one engaged to him? Or is it because their son is dying that you want me to take her place? You're scared she'll end up a widow, but me? I'm just expendable, right?" His mouth opened and closed, his face turning an ugly shade of red. "Sophia is different," he muttered, his eyes darting away. "If people find out she's been married before, her life will be ruined." A bitter laugh escaped her lips, sharp and cold. "Oh, I see. Her reputation is sacred, but mine? That's disposable? How fucking convenient." Henry's fists clenched at his sides, his face twisting with anger. Before he could lash out, a frail figure appeared at the doorway. "Henry, stop," Sophia Bennett said, her voice trembling as tears streamed down her pale cheeks. She looked heartbreakingly pitiful, her wide eyes shimmering with sorrow. "I'll do it. I'll marry him, okay? If he dies, then... then I'll..." Her voice broke into sobs, her frail body shaking as though she might collapse. "Enough!" Hannah Bennett's voice sliced through the room like a whip. Odalys turned her gaze to her mother, who stood at the doorway flanked by her two brothers, Caspian and Atlas Bennett. Their faces were etched with fury, their contempt for her palpable. "Odalys," Caspian snapped, his fists tightening, "how can you be so heartless? Sophia is your sister. Are you really going to let her face this alone?" Atlas crossed his arms, his tone dripping with disgust. "We're not asking you to die. Just marry him for a while. Once he's gone, you'll come back safe and sound. What's the big deal?" Their audacity was almost laughable. Before her time travel, this might have broken her. She might have screamed, begged them to see reason, only to be crushed under their blackmail and cruelty. She had been drugged, stripped of her dignity, and forced into that cursed marriage. And when it became too much, she had ended it all in despair. But not this time. "Fine," she said coolly, her tone so steady it was almost unnerving. "I never said I wouldn't marry him." Taking a deep breath, Odalys straightened her shoulders, her lips curling into a calm, almost serene smile. Without a word, she walked to her desk, picking up a pen and paper. Her phone, still recording, caught every calculated move. The room fell silent. They exchanged confused glances, trying to figure out what game she was playing. A moment later, she turned back to them, holding out a document she'd just written. "Here's the deal—you're all signing this agreement to sever any and all family ties with me. I want it airtight, legally binding, and notarized. No bullshit, no loopholes. Once that's done, I'll marry the guy. Simple as that." Their stunned silence quickly turned to outrage. Atlas grabbed the document with a sneer, his voice dripping with mockery. "You? Cut ties with us? Who the hell do you think you are? Spit it out—how much do you want?" Henry didn't even hesitate. He pulled a sleek black card from his wallet and tossed it onto the table with a cold, detached expression. "Thirty thousand dollars. Take it and get out. Stop playing the victim—it's just a goddamn wedding. You're acting like we're sending you to the gallows." Sophia's eyes flickered with a momentary spark of relief when she saw the agreement, but she quickly smothered it with crocodile tears. "No, no, don't do this, sister!" Her voice cracked as she shook her head, her tone full of exaggerated despair. "I'll go. I'll marry him if that's what it takes. Please, don't fight with Mom and the boys because of me. It's my fault—I should've left the house the moment you came back if I'd known you felt this way." She spun around dramatically, her frail frame trembling with grief, and collapsed conveniently into Henry's arms. "Sophia," Henry murmured, holding her close like she was made of porcelain. He shot Odalys a glare filled with venom. "Is this what you wanted? To tear this family apart?" Odalys met his fury with icy detachment. "I'm not tearing anything apart. Just sign the damn agreement, get it notarized, and I'll go play your sacrificial lamb." Their angry, incredulous faces only fueled her inner amusement. 'Why did I waste so many years trying to please these people? Why did I beg for affection from people who wouldn't piss on me if I were on fire?' Once, she'd been their discarded daughter, tossed aside like trash while they paraded around their "replacement" — a shiny new girl they'd adopted to fill her spot. Meanwhile, Odalys had been left to fend for herself in the streets, barely surviving. If not for her mentor, she'd have been dead long ago. And yet, despite all that, she'd come back, hoping to earn their love, only to be betrayed in the cruelest way imaginable. But this time? This time, she wasn't here to beg. "You'll regret this!" Hannah's shrill voice snapped through the tension like a whip. She turned to the nearest servant and barked, "Get the lawyer. Now!" Her desperation was almost laughable—she wasn't worried about principle, only about Odalys backing out. The brothers exchanged uneasy glances but stayed silent, too afraid to challenge their mother. "Uh... yes, ma'am," the servant stammered before scurrying off. Henry stood frozen, his jaw clenched as he processed what was happening. "Mom, you're not seriously doing this, are you?" he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. But before he could get an answer, Sophia's soft sobs stole the spotlight. "Mom, let's not take it this far," Caspian chimed in, playing the concerned brother. "She's still family." Hannah's lips curled into a sneer, her eyes flashing with pure disdain. "This ungrateful brat thinks she can just walk away? Fine. Let her try. Without the Bennett name, let's see how far she gets in this world." The lawyer arrived moments later, looking thoroughly confused but professional as ever. Hannah shoved the document at him without hesitation, watching as it was officially notarized. Odalys took the signed agreement, her face calm and unreadable. She snapped a photo of it with her phone before slipping the papers into her bag. Without a word, she turned and walked toward the door, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. "Move," she said coolly, her voice like a blade. "You're in my way." Hannah stood frozen, her fury simmering beneath the surface. Finally, she grabbed her phone and hurled it toward Odalys's retreating figure. "You selfish little bitch! Are you trying to kill me?!" But Odalys didn't even flinch. Her voice floated up the staircase, steady and sharp. "Are those the wedding gifts from the Stewart family?" "Yes, ma'am," a servant replied hesitantly. Everyone froze, their confusion quickly morphing into curiosity as they followed her downstairs. There, Odalys stood in the entryway, surveying the piles of lavish gifts stacked neatly by the door. She pulled out her ID and handed it to the nearest servant. "Go to the bank. Open a safety deposit box and store everything there." The servant blinked, visibly stunned. "Pardon me, ma'am?" Odalys arched a brow, her lips curving into a smirk. "What's the problem? Aren't these gifts for me?" "Y-yes, ma'am," he stammered, nodding quickly. At her command, a team of guards began loading the extravagant gifts back into the trucks. The grand Bennett estate erupted into chaos as workers scrambled to carry out her orders. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Hannah screamed, her voice hoarse with rage. Chapter 2 Wedding Gifts The Stewart family—everyone knew their name. They were the pinnacle of power, dripping in wealth, and way out of anyone else's league. The wedding gifts they sent weren't just generous—they were mind-blowing. Even without counting, it was obvious they were worth billions. For a family like the Bennetts? Getting tied to the Stewarts was nothing short of a miracle. They weren't even in the same universe. But fate had handed them a golden ticket. William Bennett and Evander Stewart had once fought together, shoulder to shoulder, in life-or-death battles. Somewhere along the way, they'd sealed a promise: a marriage pact between their future children. Initially, the Bennetts planned to marry off Sophia. It was a straightforward enough plan until bad news hit. The man she was supposed to marry was at death's door, and the whispers said he didn't have much time left. No way were they going to send Sophia into a marriage that'd turn her into a widow before it even began. Luckily—or unluckily, seven months ago, the Bennetts had found their long-lost biological daughter, Odalys Stone. And just like that, they had a perfect solution: send Odalys instead. She'd secure the Bennetts' connection to the Stewarts, widow or not. Sophia would be off the hook, and the family would still come out on top. It was a win-win—at least for everyone except Odalys. "What am I doing here?" Odalys said, her voice calm but laced with a sharp edge as she glanced around. She raised an eyebrow, her smirk growing. "Well, obviously, I'm here to collect what's mine." She didn't bother hiding the amusement in her eyes. Watching the Bennetts fume while the Stewart family bodyguards loomed nearby was too satisfying. "What's wrong? Were you planning to keep it all for yourselves?" Her voice turned mockingly curious, her tone dripping with fake innocence. "Oh, wait—I get it. You're trying to screw me over because you think I'm just the backup bride, right?" Her words hit like a grenade. The bodyguards immediately paused their work, sharp eyes locking onto the Bennetts with unspoken suspicion. Hannah's face went pale, her heavily made-up features twisting in barely contained rage. She spat through gritted teeth, "If the Stewarts gave it to you, then fine. Take it. It's yours." "Damn right, it's mine." Odalys tilted her head, smirk still firmly in place. "Let's go, guys. Load it all up." The bodyguards didn't need to be told twice. They began reloading the boxes of gifts onto the waiting trucks. One of them rattled off the inventory under his breath. "Three boxes with three million dollars each. Two boxes of gold and diamond jewelry, 200 pieces total. One small box containing six property deeds for Crystal Cove villas. One small box with keys to 11 luxury cars." Sophia's fists clenched at her sides, her nails digging so hard into her palms that she almost drew blood. Those gifts were supposed to be hers. Sure, she didn't want to marry into the Stewarts, but she'd never said she didn't want the spoils. And now, she thought Odalys was walking out with everything. Every last thing. Her chest tightened with rage, her breaths coming quick and sharp. 'Why? Why does she get to take what should be mine?' "Odalys Stone, don't you have any shame?" Hannah snapped, stepping forward with a trembling hand pointing at her. Her voice cracked with the effort to keep her anger in check. "Aren't you afraid people will laugh at you? Taking all this—it's disgusting." "Laugh? At me?" Odalys turned, her expression cool, her voice calm and mocking. "For what? Taking what my husband gave me? No, Mrs. Bennett, people aren't going to laugh. They're gonna be jealous as hell." Her lips curled into a cold smile, her eyes glinting with something dangerous. "Or is it you who's jealous?" Her gaze swept across the room, pausing on each familiar face. To her surprise, she didn't feel the anger she thought she would. The Bennetts didn't deserve her rage. What she felt instead was an eerie calm. She'd been here before, in another timeline. This time, she wasn't here to please anyone. This time, she was here to cut ties, burn bridges, and take what was hers. "These gifts belong to me because the Stewarts are marrying me. You got a problem with that?" Her voice was soft but carried an unmistakable edge. Each word hit like a slap. Her eyes scanned the room, finally settling on Sophia. Slowly, deliberately, she stepped forward. Sophia froze, her eyes darting nervously to the side as she stumbled back a step. Her gaze flickered to the boxes of gifts, jealousy and frustration swirling in her tear-filled eyes. She'd never wanted this to happen. Sure, she'd agreed to let Odalys take her place in the marriage, but she hadn't agreed to give her everything. And now, Odalys was walking away with it all. The thought made her stomach churn with rage and humiliation. "Odalys, how could you do this?" Sophia's voice wavered, trembling with fake sweetness as she bit her lip, tears streaming down her face. "You're upsetting Mom. If you take everything, what will the Stewarts think of our family?" Odalys Stone chuckled coldly, her hand gripping Sophia Bennett's chin with just enough force to make the other woman flinch. Leaning in, she lowered her voice, her tone dripping with venom. "And just who the hell do you think you are? A nobody foster kid, and you've got the balls to come at me?" Her lips twisted into a smirk, her gaze sharp and mocking. "What the Stewarts think of you? That's your problem, not mine." She added with a scoff, "Jealous, huh? Pathetic little bitch." Sophia froze, her eyes wide with disbelief. The insult landed like a slap, and for a moment, she couldn't even process it. She wanted to lash out, but with the Stewarts' people watching, she bit her tongue. All she could do was stomp her foot in frustration, her chest heaving as she struggled to keep her composure. "Odalys Stone, what the fuck is your problem?" Atlas barked as he stormed forward, his expression dark. He pulled Sophia behind him protectively, glaring at Odalys like he wanted to snap her in half. Odalys raised a brow, her smirk deepening. Without a word, she turned on her heel and strode toward the door. When she reached it, she pulled a key from her pocket and flung it onto the floor. The sharp clink echoed through the room. Pausing in the doorway, she tossed a cold glance over her shoulder, her voice dripping with mockery. "And what are you gonna do about it? Or better yet, maybe she should be the one marrying instead?" The room fell into stunned silence as she walked out, her ponytail swishing in time with her confident strides. The Bennetts could only stand there, fuming, as the Stewarts' bodyguards continued hauling out the extravagant betrothal gifts without a care in the world. Hannah staggered, her face pale as she watched millions—billions—of dollars in gifts disappear. Her instincts screamed at her to do something, to stop them, but before she could act, Sophia grabbed her wrist in a panic. "Mom, don't! She's just trying to piss you off!" Sophia's voice cracked, panic lacing her words. "Once she calms down, she'll bring everything back. She's just throwing a tantrum—nothing more." But even as she said it, doubt flickered in Sophia's eyes. The truth was, everyone in Crownridge knew the situation with the Stewarts. Their patriarch was already at death's door, with the hospital issuing what was essentially a countdown to his final moments. Years ago, the Stewarts and Bennetts had been close, and the marriage was supposed to strengthen their bond. But now the Stewarts were rushing the wedding to bring some semblance of good fortune to a dying man. There wouldn't even be a ceremony. They'd sent the wedding gifts today with plans to take the bride immediately. The Bennetts, unwilling to let Sophia marry into such a grim situation, had shoved Odalys into the role instead. After all, she'd only recently been found after years of being lost and had no real connection to the family. The plan was simple: send her off, let her deal with the mess, and once the Stewart patriarch passed, bring her back. It was, in their minds, the perfect solution. Henry snorted, his tone filled with contempt. "She really thinks she can pull this shit? That's what happens when you let someone think they're equal to us. Time to remind her where she stands." Caspian leaned lazily against the wall, his lips quirking into a cruel smile. "Relax. Let her have her little moment. Once the bridegroom kicks the bucket, we'll drag her back here and teach her a lesson she won't forget. Let's see if she still thinks she's hot shit after that." But as they watched Odalys climb into the waiting car without so much as a glance back, a cold wind swept through the courtyard, sending a shiver down everyone's spine. The atmosphere shifted, the air growing heavy and unnervingly still. For the first time, an inexplicable unease settled over the Bennetts. In the backseat of the car, Odalys sat quietly, her gaze fixed on the rearview mirror. The Bennett mansion shrank in the distance, shrouded in swirling clouds that seemed to darken the skies around it. The house looked cursed, like it was being swallowed whole by its own greed and malice. A soft, bitter laugh escaped her lips as she leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes. Her mind was flooded with memories from her past life—memories that stung like open wounds. She could still feel the humiliation, the betrayal. The people she had once trusted—her own family—had stripped her bare, literally and figuratively. They'd recorded her, used the footage to blackmail her, and forced her to take Sophia's place. All for their own selfish gain, all to secure their position with the Stewarts. Chapter 3 You're Dying After her death, Odalys's soul drifted aimlessly, trapped in a limbo that felt endless. She couldn't move on, couldn't reincarnate—until an unknown, powerful force yanked her back into the living world, slamming her into a reality she wasn't sure she wanted. The memory made her fists clench tightly, her nails biting into her palms as her jaw set with cold determination. The sleek black car rolled to a stop in front of a sprawling courtyard mansion, its grandeur weighed down by an eerie stillness. The house seemed more like a relic than a home, its walls steeped in secrets and shadows. "Madam, Mr. Stewart is waiting for you upstairs," the butler, Dorian Huxley, said as he stepped aside, gesturing politely for her to follow. His tone was calm and measured, but it carried a quiet urgency. Odalys didn't respond. She stepped out of the car and into the courtyard, the oppressive silence pressing down on her like a physical weight. As she crossed the threshold, her gaze swept over the carefully arranged antiques in the living room—each piece meticulous, imposing, and completely lifeless. Her heels clicked against the polished wood floor as she climbed the stairs, each step reverberating in the stillness. At the top, she paused. A tall figure stood inside the room, his back to her, framed by sunlight filtering through the window. The light scattered across his broad shoulders, softening the harsh lines of his frame. She couldn't see his face, but his presence was unmistakable—commanding, unyielding, and suffocating. "You're Percival Stewart?" she asked, her voice steady, but low and cautious. The man turned slowly, deliberately. His eyes met hers, and for a moment, the world seemed to freeze. Those eyes were cold, bottomless, and completely detached, like looking into a frozen void. He held her gaze for a beat longer than necessary before shifting his eyes away, the indifference in his expression sharp enough to cut. The silence stretched between them, heavy and tense, before he finally spoke. "This marriage? It's just my grandfather's dying wish," he said, his voice deep and rough, every word laced with disdain. "Don't waste your time thinking it means anything. There won't be a ceremony, no legal documents, nothing. Once I'm gone, you're free to leave." The bluntness of his words caught her off guard, but she didn't flinch. She just stared at him, taking in the man who had been a shadow in the past. In truth, she knew next to nothing about Percival Stewart. Before her time travel, she had died before the marriage ever happened. All she'd heard was that he was twenty-eight, the head of the Stewart family, and dying from some incurable illness. Beyond that, he was a mystery—a figure hidden behind the impenetrable walls of the Stewart dynasty. He was like an invisible king, ruling from the shadows, unchallenged but utterly alone. Before she could respond, a harsh, violent cough broke the silence. Percival's tall frame trembled slightly, and the sharp, metallic tang of blood filled the air, cutting through the faint scent of scented candle burning in the corner. "Mrs. Stewart, perhaps it's best if you retire to your room," Dorian said, stepping forward quickly. His voice was polite, but the urgency in his movements was impossible to miss. Odalys didn't move. Her sharp gaze stayed locked on Percival, ignoring the butler entirely. She took a step forward, her eyes narrowing as the scent of blood grew stronger. It wasn't just a hint—it was thick, suffocating, and impossible to ignore. Percival felt her approach and shot her a warning glare, his expression hardening. "Go back to your room," he said, his voice rough and authoritative. He turned abruptly, his steps hurried and uneven as if trying to escape her scrutiny. But just as he moved past her, Odalys reached out and grabbed his arm. He froze instantly, his body tensing under her touch. He made a move to pull away, but she was faster. Twisting her grip, she held him in place, then reached up and grabbed his collar without hesitation. The sound of fabric tearing cut through the room like a slap. Percival's shirt split open, revealing a chest sculpted like stone, his bronze skin catching the fractured sunlight pouring in from the window. The room fell silent. Even the air seemed to hold its breath. Dorian stood frozen, his jaw slack with shock, his gaze darting between his mentor and the woman who had just ripped his shirt like it was nothing. No one saw it coming. Odalys, without hesitation, tore open Percival's shirt with a single, fluid motion. No one had ever dared to get this close to him before—let alone touch him. The speed and boldness of her actions left everyone in the room frozen, mouths agape. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Percival growled, his hand shooting up to clamp around her wrist with an iron grip. Her wrist was locked in his grasp, but Odalys didn't so much as flinch. Her eyes stayed locked on his chest, unblinking, studying his skin with laser focus. Beneath the smooth surface, something was moving—twitching, writhing, almost alive. It looked ready to tear through at any second. His veins bulged unnaturally, pushing against his flesh as though ready to explode. The air grew thick, the metallic tang of blood sharp enough to taste. Percival's body was a battleground, wracked with excruciating pain. It felt like shards of glass were tearing through him, breaking him apart piece by piece. His skin stretched taut, veins pulsating beneath it as if threatening to burst, and every nerve in his body screamed for relief. "Shit," he hissed through gritted teeth, sweat dripping down his temples. His face had gone pale, his jaw tight as he tried to suppress the pain. With great effort, he turned his icy glare on Dorian, who was frozen in the doorway, and the bodyguards lingering nearby, too stunned to move. "Take her back to her room," he ordered, his voice rough but unwavering despite the agony gripping him. "Yes, sir!" Dorian stammered, snapping into action and rushing toward Odalys, his face pale with fear. But before Dorian could reach her, Odalys made her move. She ignored the butler completely, her free hand lifting to press lightly against Percival's chest. The touch was almost playful, her fingertips tracing slow, deliberate patterns on his skin. Then, without warning, she shoved—hard. Percival froze, his entire body locking up. The moment her hand made contact, it sent a shockwave through him, like a current of electricity surging through his veins. The chaos beneath his skin—veins ready to rupture, blood cells fighting a violent war—suddenly stilled. The energy that had been raging inside him recoiled, like a storm abruptly silenced. His blood, moments away from tearing through his flesh, began to reverse its course. Thickened, frozen, and pushed back as though retreating from an unseen force. His heart seized painfully in his chest. "Ugh!" The sound ripped from his throat as dark blood spewed from his lips, splattering onto the floor. The black, foul-smelling liquid dripped from the corner of his mouth, its acrid stench filling the room. He staggered back a step, his pupils blown wide, his body trembling like it was ready to break apart. And then, suddenly, everything stopped. The agony gripping him moments ago faded to a dull ache. The sharp, relentless pressure vanished. His breathing steadied, his chest no longer heaving in pain. Slowly, cautiously, he glanced down at his body, expecting to see the usual horrors: split skin, torn veins, blood pouring from open wounds. But his skin was intact. No ruptures. No shredded flesh. No rivers of blood pooling at his feet. Aside from the dark blood he'd coughed up, he was fine. Whole. The pain, the chaos, the destruction that had always followed these episodes—it was gone. Percival's eyes snapped back to Odalys, shock flickering across his normally stoic face. She stepped back, her hand falling away as she regarded him with a calm, almost clinical detachment. Her gaze swept over him like she was piecing together a puzzle. "So the rumors are true," she said, her tone flat and disinterested. "You really are knocking on death's door." As she spoke, she pulled a handkerchief from her pocket and began wiping her fingers clean. "But since you already made it clear this marriage is just your grandfather's idea to 'ward off bad luck,' and you don't actually want to marry me, that works out perfectly. I wasn't planning on getting married anyway." She tilted her head slightly, her eyes sharp and calculating as they locked onto his. "Let me guess. Your doctors told you you've got less than a month to live, didn't they?" His lips pressed into a thin line, but he didn't deny it. Odalys smirked faintly, the corner of her mouth curving upward in a way that was both confident and infuriating. "So, here's the deal. I'll keep you alive for the next month. In return, you let me walk away when it's over. No strings attached." Percival's eyes narrowed, suspicion mingling with disbelief. "You're saying you can keep me alive for a month?" "That's exactly what I'm saying," she replied, her tone as steady as her gaze. She stepped closer, reaching out again. This time, her fingers brushed against the corner of his mouth, wiping away the blood that still lingered there. She brought her fingers to her nose, sniffing lightly before speaking again. "You're not dying as fast as they think. You're poisoned—badly—but it's not terminal yet. I can stabilize you. Give you some time." With that, she wiped her fingers clean on the handkerchief and tossed it into a nearby trash can, her movements smooth and deliberate. She met his gaze again, her expression unreadable but unshakable. "Clock's ticking, Stewart. Your move."s ------------------- There are limited chapters to put here, click “learn more” to open App to continue reading (It will automatically jump to the book)	LEARN_MORE	https://fqwebsite.novellairs.com/share/middle/liha	Novellair-The Reading Room	https://www.facebook.com/61558704884181/	496	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	fqwebsite.novellairs.com	VIDEO		https://fqwebsite.novellairs.com/share/middle/lihah1uelrk1smn2nzg3ikoc?campaign_id={{campaign.id}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&campaign={{campaign.name}}&adgroup={{adset.name}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481055866_614883684661183_7644987168906022541_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=tcvD-2No3OkQ7kNvgEbXwen&_nc_oc=AdjAUL3vzVuq2SEdX8Y3dMraXdEWrf4xoYw_pOP2w_uuG45mWzvzGi_Ikeavv3I3sbY9Pz78lkLI8WCkCZ2EizUw&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=An1a0VAwW_Q6qHZz1Xgg63V&oh=00_AYBodBwT28hvhJwzGri-hnWW5-P2J80wzJFkl_c0bhpFTA&oe=67C72217	PERSON_PROFILE	Novellair-The Reading Room	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,706,454	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2025-02-28 00:30	active	2651	Slow-burn magic... Rivals to Romance	With a grimace, I took my smartphone in hand and stared at my own reflection in the black, locked screen. I certainly didn’t look my best today—my braid was a mess from the ride on my bike, and I needed a good ten hours of sleep until the bags under my green eyes went away. Having to figure out how to deal with this guy wasn’t going to make sleep any easier, either. I didn’t work well with others, especially in this line of work. And I definitely didn’t need an UnSeelie partner breathing down my neck. Being around Seelies was nerve-racking enough—I avoided Fae in all their forms as much as I could, since they could be selfish and pretty manipulative. But UnSeelies were the type of Fae that had an even better shot at figuring out my secret. The Seelies ruled the Light Court, or the spring and summer seasons, whereas the UnSeelies ruled the fall and winter Dark Court. I didn’t like getting involved with either court and preferred to stick to my own work capturing supernaturals in this normal human realm, not the Fae realm. If Corbin figured out what I was, I had a feeling I’d end up dead, or worse—a prisoner of the court. Too bad I couldn’t tell Todd that. I’d have to make my feelings known another way. I unlocked my phone and called him. “Tempie?” he asked, answering after the first ring. “Something wrong?” “Uh, yeah, Todd, something’s pretty wrong,” I said. “Who’s this yahoo that just crashed my breakfast at Manny’s?” Todd sighed. “Tempie, you can’t call an UnSeelie enforcer a yahoo.” “He’s an enforcer?” That was even worse—that meant he worked closely with the court, literally enforcing the rulings they set out, in both Faerie and the human realm. “Dude! He said you approved this. I assume he’s lying?” “It is approved,” Todd said. “Sorry about this, Tempie, but you don’t get a choice in the matter.” “Dude!” I said again. “You can’t be serious!” “As a heart attack.” Todd exhaled hard. “You expect me to turn away an enforcer when they tell me the court is interested in this case?” “Yes, in fact, I do, since that’s your job.” “No, my job is to get people out of jail, hence the name of the business,” Todd said. “I need this skip captured now, and if the Fae involvement will speed that up, that works for me.” “I’m not sharing my bounty,” I said. “He’s not interested in the bounty.” I chewed on my thumbnail. That was good, at least, but didn’t make working with him any better of an option. But I couldn’t let Todd think it was anything more than me just being difficult as per usual. Didn’t need him to start getting suspicious and/or putting pieces together. “You couldn’t have warned me?” I asked. “He just showed up,” Todd said. “You could’ve texted.” “I don’t text.” “You know I don’t work with partners.” “You don’t work with other bounty hunters,” Todd corrected. “This is a different situation.” “That’s for sure,” I grumbled. “This conversation isn’t over.” “Sure, sure,” Todd said. “Have a nice breakfast.” I hung up on him and marched back over to the table, where Corbin was leaning back in the booth looking entirely too relaxed. It annoyed me how relaxed he was. “See?” he said. “Everything’s in order.” “We’ll have to agree to disagree on that.” Corbin shrugged. “That’s fine. So, ready to compare notes?” “Not exactly.” I didn’t even sit down, just threw some cash on the table and grabbed the uneaten half of my burger, regretfully a little less than hot now. Still good, though. “I’ve got stuff to do, as a professional contractor who works solo. Thanks for the unexpected company, see you never.” I nodded my goodbye at Dotty as I stormed out the door, stuffing the remainder of my burger into my face. To my dismay, the door clattered open behind me just as soon as I left. “Even if you don’t like it, you’re stuck with me on this case,” Corbin said as he followed behind me.	LEARN_MORE	https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DYG879PJ?maas=maas_adg	Dark Fae Boyfriends - Romance Books	https://www.facebook.com/100076318864384/	50	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	amazon.com	IMAGE	Temperance "Tempie" has one rule: don’t ask about her past. As a supernatural bounty hunter in the gritty streets of Warwick, York City, she’s carved out a life of order amid chaos. But when a simple skip trace spirals into a web of blood rituals, Fae politics, and sinister secrets, Tempie is fo...	https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DYG879PJ?maas=maas_adg_7D2C4C7F5B24CBCA990295E316A0EC3E_afap_abs&ref_=aa_maas&tag=maas	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481970985_1159926552308884_578548131646768762_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=5IsnazO29DYQ7kNvgHaTa1f&_nc_oc=Adg9rYLhc0s5QHdqvovNI7LOqYGqegm1p99CVNpVrOL_6c9YSZ01Yu8JSecwGSbgEdrDtu4j6LMCkfrT2qlHdFyZ&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AafEUw8TQ6o_rneoD9FCvJu&oh=00_AYCsZi0MYH4rWsJGTDG1AD0w6jE4zgugOHwEeRVmSwww7Q&oe=67C70C1E	PERSON_PROFILE	Dark Fae Boyfriends - Romance Books	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete

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