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Yes | 2025-02-27 04:15 | active | 2646 | 0 | Free reading all chapters of "Wolf Nature"👉 | 🌷Every year, each Male Werewolf can choose a mate - and the She Wolf they chooses has no say in the matter. So when the innocent, seemingly young, Gemini Burn turns eighteen she instantly catches the eye of the most infamous Alpha of all - Alpha Layton Vetteriano. Or, as he is better know; the Blood Alpha. The Blood Alpha is cruel, merciless and unforgiving; but can Gemini soften him up with her kind heart and compassionate ways, or will he just ruin her spirit? Chapter One I awoke with a start. Sweat covered my face and neck; my hair sticking to my skin. My heart was hammering and my hands shook. Out of fear my head whipped around the room, as if I was looking for an evil demon or something else that had scared me. I took in the familiar view of my bedroom, and let out a breath of relief. “It was only a dream” I whispered, “it was only a dream”. I looked around the room, frowning slightly, before I flopped back down in the bed. It was close to dawn, but it was still dark. I didn’t return to sleep, I just stayed lying on my bed for a few hours. When it reached close to six am, a knock came on the door. “Time to get up” my mother shouted, sounding rushed. She didn’t even open the door before running down the corridor to wake my sister up. I heard her say a few words to my sister, as I sat up in bed. I sighed heavily, looking over at my closet – my outfit for the day, which was picked out three months previous, and handing off the door, and my packed suitcase standing next to it. The day was November 10th. To humans it was just another day, but to Werewolves it was a day of excitement and joy. Because November 10th was Mate Day. Every year, on the sixth day of November, every Werewolf from the age of eighteen to twenty five met on neutral ground – for the Mating Ritual. The male Wolves – from all the different Packs – got the choice of all the She Wolves in the country. To see which one they wanted for mating. As soon as a She Wolf turned eighteen they had to go, and then if they weren’t chosen they continued to go back until they turned twenty five. I was dreading the entire process. And the fact that all the She Wolves had to line up according to strength was just degrading. I didn’t want to stand with the other weak Wolves, awaiting someone to decide I look good enough to be his mate. However, my opinion was not shared with many. Most females couldn’t wait for the Mating Ritual, in the hope that one of the Alpha’s would choose them. To be picked by a Pack Leader – an Alpha – was rare, but not unheard of. However, Alpha’s mated with Alpha’s. That was just how it was. An Alpha male, who wanted strong pups would always chose a She Wolf who had an Alpha father or grandfather; to ensure their pups would be as strong as possible. Yet, that didn’t stop the eighteen year old girls living in hope. It was in a She Wolves nature to want to be with an Alpha. “Gemini you better be dressed in the next two minutes, or else I’ll come up there and dress you myself” my mother shouted. I groaned loudly, as I grabbed my outfit and walked into the bathroom. I glanced myself over in the mirror – realising that the sleepless night didn’t do me any good. I had some serious work to do. I showered myself before changing into my outfit – a knee length cotton white dress, with small delicate ivory flowers decorating the others. The top of the dress was strapless, and hung to my chest tightly – but not in a revealing way. The dress was A-Line and showed my figure. My mother told me that I had to show the male Wolves what they would be getting. Once my dress was on, I headed downstairs. My mother and my elder sister were both waiting for me. My sister – Jazmine – was three years older than me. She met her mate, Adam, on her second year at that the Mating Ritual. Adam was nice guy, quiet, but nice. He was in our pack, so Jazmine continued to stay with our pack and live with us. “Gemini” my mother greeted me, smiling nervously. “I knew that dress would be perfect. Now, please, sit”. There was a seat in the middle of the lounge, a table next to it covered in beauty products. I wore the basics of make-up most days, but looking at the table I suddenly felt like I knew nothing of beauty regimens. I took a seat at the chair, and let my sister and my mother work on me. My sister curled my blonde hair, leaving it to cascade down to my lower back. My mother then worked on my face – making it seem flawless and bright. I mean, I wasn’t an ugly person and I was fairly slim – but even I was surprised by how pretty I looked once I was completely ready. My skin seemed to glow, and my cheekbones were obvious. My large eyes, a silver colour, looked almost bewitching as they were lined with black. “Well she defiantly looks the part” Jazmine commented to my mother, who nodded in agreement. “Let’s just hope they don’t try to talk to her, then she might have a chance of being picked by someone” she replied. I frowned, slightly hurt, but didn’t comment. It wasn’t exactly untrue to say that my personality was so what lacking. I had been told I didn’t have a personality on many occasions. I was told I was boring and quiet, but I knew I was just comfortable in my own company. I got it from my father; who didn’t speak much, but when he did it was said with wisdom. “Let’s just hope her looks distract people from her strength and personality” my mother muttered, as I headed towards the front door. I grabbed my suitcase and pulled it with me. My mother kissed and hugged me goodbye, as did my sister, before they waved me off – not before a quick reminded on how I needed to act. I met the other Wolves who were all going to the Mating Ritual. Both the girls and the boys were all dressed to impress; but obviously the girls more than the boys. When I saw my best friend, Jacob, I smiled and rushed over to him. Jacob wore a pair of black jeans, and a white polo shirt. His brown hair was tousled and styles messily, but in a good way. Jacob was an attractive guy, there was no doubt that She Wolves would be pushing their chests out for his attention. “Gem” he smiled. “Hey” I grinned brightly at him. “You look amazing” he commented, reaching forward to give me a hug. I swatted his hands away – blushing profoundly. I didn’t like being the centre of attention – never had. “Don’t mess up my hair” I joked. He laughed with me, shaking his head. I was quiet, but I spoke more when I got comfortable with people. With Jacob, I could be myself. He gave me a large smile, before a voice sounded to my left. It was our Alpha – we had a bus taking us to the Mating Ritual. 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Read next chapter | On her wedding day, her fiancé abandoned her at the altar, making her the town's laughingstock. Hoping for a dignified resolution, she instead received a video of him cheating with her stepsister. Furious, she impulsively spent a p*ssionate night with a striking stranger. ===== "Are you seeing someone? Spend a night with me, and I'll forget about the damage to my car," Charlee Sullivan suggested boldly. Charlee leaned casually against a gleaming crimson sports car, her fitted scarlet dress emphasizing her striking silhouette. Her delicate face, framed by soft waves of auburn hair, radiated sophistication. Her usually vibrant eyes now carried an icy detachment. She wasn't one to forgive easily; after discovering that Liam Todd, her fiance, dared to cheat on her, she craved a way to retaliate. The man, crouched over his battered motorcycle, straightened up at her words. Under the streetlight's glow, his rugged, undeniably magnetic features radiated an air of untamed charisma. "I'm single," he replied, his deep baritone carrying an irresistible allure. Charlee smirked, leaning in slightly. Her curls tumbled forward, dusted with vibrant remnants of party streamers. And this man--his sharp jawline, commanding presence, and effortless charm--was everything Liam wasn't. Liam, she mused, paled in comparison to this stranger, who seemed more than capable of meeting her every desire. "So did you agree?" The man's gaze flitted between the dented luxury vehicle and his wrecked motorcycle, a flicker of amusement in his expression. Her prized car, he thought, wasn't even worth the cost of his bike's handlebars. With a sly grin, he pulled her into his embrace, his tone teasing but firm. "Deal. I can't pay for your car repairs anyway. But don't complain later, little firecracker." With that, he swept her off her feet, carrying her with ease toward a nearby h*tel... When he said a whole night, he wasn't exaggerating. Charlee lost track of the moments she blacked out. Hours later, as she slipped back into her outfit, she couldn't summon the courage to meet his gaze. Her hoarse voice trembled with a warning as she said, "I have the crash footage. The moment I step out, we're nothing to each other. Stay silent." From behind her, his voice dripped with amusement, lazy yet sharp. "Interesting. I've kept a copy of that clip, too." Not catching his implication, Charlee grabbed her belongings and headed for the exit. Her shaky legs almost betrayed her, threatening to collapse beneath her. His deep chuckle echoed. "Sure you don't need more time to recover?" What a smug b**tard! She slammed the door behind her with every ounce of strength, nearly tempted to hit him with it. She missed the possessive glint in his eyes as he watched her leave. In the hotel lobby, the glowing screen of a television displayed breaking headlines. "A shocking revelation today--two elite families in Jurgh, set to unite through marriage, have faced public embarrassment. Sources claim the Todd heir stormed out of the ceremony, leaving the Sullivan heiress humiliated." A bystander muttered, "Rumor has it the groom's quite fond of his fiancee's half-sister. Now that her parents have rekindled their relationship, who knows? Maybe he'll end up with the other sibling." On the screen, Charlee appeared in a crimson gown, her hair dotted with celebratory confetti. The camera lingered on her frozen smile, magnifying the heartbreak behind it. Surprisingly, after her intense encounter, Charlee realized the pain from the breakup wasn't as sharp anymore. She had clung too tightly to Liam, convinced their years-long relationship was indestructible. She had let him take her affection for granted. But he was never irreplaceable. Someone else had managed to fill the void effortlessly. The stranger from last night, for instance, who possessed boundless endurance. Chapter 2 Obsession Charlee said, "Hello. I'd like to check out." Distracted by a heated debate over the latest news on TV, the receptionists glanced up from their conversation. Their eyes widened as they recognized the woman from the video, forcing a slightly awkward smile. One receptionist looked back at the screen and then at Charlee, clearly captivated by the latter's striking appearance. Her eyes flicked briefly to Charlee's neck as she processed the latter's check-out. As Charlee drove home, she reflected on the curious glances she received from the receptionists. Curious, she pulled out a mirror. The hi*keys on her neck were hard to miss. She reached for her foundation, carefully covering the marks. Most of them were still visible, though. That man's stamina was truly remarkable. Their meeting had begun with a car accident and quickly turned into a night of carefree fun. The memory brought a soft laugh to her lips. Thirty minutes later, she steered her sports car into the driveway of the Sullivans' grand villa. At the same moment, a black Cayenne rolled in beside her. As the car door swung open, Liam gently assisted Stacey Sullivan out, treating her with utmost care. His gaze turned cold when he spotted Charlee. "Keep your troubles away from Stacey. We'll talk later." His composed manner brought back memories of him setting boundaries, like prohibiting her from eating ice cream during her periods or wearing skirts to school. There was a time she almost adored this aspect of Liam. Now, it only disgusted her. Facing him, she said, "This is good timing. I'm calling off our engagement." Under the sunlight, she rose elegantly, her perfect skin radiating, her beautiful face emitting a captivating charm. Liam was caught off guard and then noticed the marks on her neck; his eyes filled with anger immediately. Releasing Stacey's arm, he strode toward Charlee and seized her wrist with a grip that almost broke it. "Where were you last night? Who is responsible for this?" He resembled a husband who felt deceived. Oh, the irony. "Let go," Charlee said, her eyes cold. "All this time, I've treated you well, yet you've acted shamelessly. To think you'd let another man's l*ps on your neck!" Liam refused to believe Charlee could betray him like this. He was convinced she'd asked someone to make those marks just to agitate him. Trapped in his grasp, Charlee flashed a mischievous smile. "Oh, it wasn't just my neck. His k*sses covered me completely." Realizing Charlee had seen the video, Liam's hold inadvertently weakened. "There's a reason for this. Please, don't let this hurt Stacey." He was aware of the video then. He certainly knew how to keep the excitement alive in the b*droom. Charlee could no longer hold back her frustration and sl*pped him. "Charlee, what's going on?" Stacey cried out as she dashed forward, encircling Charlee's waist with her arms and forcibly pulling the latter back. "Liam means the world to me, blame me if you must. He treats you so well. How could you sl*p him?" Stacey's tearful plea was followed by a low, sinister chuckle. Stacey whispered, "So, what is it like to be left alone at your own engagement? I merely scratched my wrist, and Liam couldn't stop comforting me." A cold dread crept over Charlee, feeling like she was trapped by a venomous snake, urging her to shove Stacey away. The moment she touched Stacey's arm, Stacey screamed and tumbled to the ground, her wrist bl**ding through the bandage. "Charlee!" Liam, seething with anger, rushed to Stacey's aid. "You owe Stacey an apology, now!" "Don't be so harsh, Liam," Stacey said softly, holding onto Liam's hand as he pointed at Charlee, her voice tender yet pitiful. "This is on me; I shouldn't have let my feelings for you go so far. She's supposed to be your bride. It's natural for Charlee to be upset. I accept whatever comes." Her act of pity managed to melt Liam's heart. "Please, don't cry, Stacey," he said. Chapter 3 Totally Disappointed Charlee's gaze lingered on Liam and Stacey's display of affection, her tone biting as she sneered, "You do realize this is on you, right?" Liam's eyes darkened with fury, cutting toward her like a bl*de. "You've crossed a line, Charlee. Stacey is your sister. She almost died, and you still feel the need to antagonize her?" "Sister?" Charlee's laugh was as icy as her stare. "You mean the one who s*duced her sister's fiance?" "You..." Liam's anger simmered as he steadied Stacey, leading her toward the Sullivan estate. As they neared Charlee, he turned sharply and barked, "Wait for me at the door." He spoke with the authority of someone who expected to be obeyed, confident in her usual compliance. But instead, Charlee strode past him without a second glance, her red dress flowing behind her. With her sleek black heels clicking against the pavement and her crimson lips curved in disdain, she exuded an untamed elegance, like a predator that couldn't be tamed. "This is my house," she said coolly, throwing the words over her shoulder. "You don't get to dictate what I do." Liam froze, startled by her defiance, his eyes glued to her retreating figure. Something about her felt different--unfamiliar. "Liam..." Stacey's soft, delicate voice rang out beside him, pulling him back to reality. His voice grew gentler. "That's just her way. Don't mind her. I'll handle it later and make sure she doesn't trouble you again. Let's get you back to rest." Stacey's eyes welled up as she gripped his arm tightly, unwilling to let go. "You said you'd stay with me, Liam," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. Her plea struck a chord deep within him. He replied softly, "Of course, I will. You did all that because you cared so much for me. I'll stay by your side until you're well again." Meanwhile, Charlee went upstairs, took a long shower, and changed before coming back to see Liam and Stacey finally entering the house together. Standing on the balcony, she nearly choked at the sight of them embracing, their affection on full display near the doorway. "Had enough of that yet?" she asked dryly, lounging on the sleek leather sofa, her legs elegantly crossed, exuding the air of a prowling feline. Suddenly, a sharp voice rang out from above. "What's your problem, Charlee? You're becoming impossible!" Her father, Keith Sullivan's stern expression darkened as he descended the stairs, trailed by Hannah Sullivan, his former wife. Hannah had settled in here, officially taking the title of Mrs. Sullivan in the eyes of others. Though dressed to impress, her harsh and hostile demeanor was impossible to miss. To Charlee, it was clear as day that, like Stacey, she was utterly hypocritical. Charlee didn't bother with an argument. Instead, she pulled out her phone, tapped a few times, and projected footage from the security camera onto the massive living room TV. The screen revealed Stacey and Liam locked in an intimate e*brace, their l*ps pressed together with a level of closeness that left nothing to the imagination. "Why would you do this, Charlee?" Stacey wailed, covering her face as though humiliated, then dashed upstairs, her sobs echoing through the halls. Anyone unaware of the full story might think Charlee had wronged her instead of exposing her. "Stacey, don't do anything reckless!" Hannah shouted, quickly following after her in a show of concern, making sure everyone remembered that Stacey was delicate and must not be upset. As expected, Keith lost his temper and stormed over to yank the TV's plug from the wall. "Charlee, are you determined to destroy this household?" Keith barked furiously. "Perhaps you should be asking Stacey that question," Charlee retorted, her disappointment cutting through her cold tone. She fixed him with an unyielding stare--one filled with bitterness, entirely void of warmth. Since losing her mother, she had come to understand just how fragile family bonds could be. For sixteen years, her mother had sacrificed everything to stand by Keith's side. Yet within a week of her passing, he had welcomed Hannah and Stacey into their home. How could he be so cruel? Chapter 4 Her Cruel Father Charlee's accusations deepened the anger etched on Keith's face. In a sharp tone, he said, "Stacey is your sister, and this is her home, too. She's bottled up her emotions, staying out of your way when it comes to Liam. She's reached a point of despair so profound it drove her to attempt to end her life. Yet, here you are, devoid of compassion and consumed by hostility. How can you be so unfeeling?" Liam, having shaken off the earlier awkwardness, finally spoke. "Mr. Sullivan, perhaps you should check on Stacey. I'll handle things with Charlee." Even now, Liam shielded Charlee, seemingly treating her with the same patience and indulgence as always. But his actions felt like repeated blows, each one more painful than the last. Charlee rose to her feet, her gaze icy and expression unreadable. "There's nothing left to discuss. The engagement is over." Liam countered, "Charlee, we've been together for years, and you've refused to get closer to me. I'm only human--I have needs too." His justification was absurd. Agreeing to share intimacy only after their engagement had somehow morphed into his excuse for betrayal. "So this is why you turned to Stacey?" A moment of silence followed. She couldn't help but let out a cold laugh. "If you're shameless enough to do this, at least have the decency to announce your plans to marry her. Stop skulking around like a coward. You're pathetic." Turning to leave, she felt Liam seize her wrist. "Are you insane?" He couldn't believe she had just called him a coward. She had never belittled him like this before. Charlee exhaled slowly before driving her foot into his shin. His pained cry echoed as she wrenched her hand free. "Try me, and you'll regret it," she warned, voice steady but threatening. At eighteen, Charlee had survived a harrowing kidnapping and near-r*pe attempt. The trauma had driven her to secretly train in kickboxing for four years. After winning a local championship, she had once jokingly told Liam she'd protect him as his personal bodyguard. Who would have thought he'd one day be the recipient of those skills? The irony was overwhelming. "You br*t! Get back here!" Keith stormed into the room, catching the tail end of their argument, his voice booming with fury. But Charlee didn't falter. She walked away with poise, not sparing him a glance. Now that the pretense was shattered, she was ready to move forward with her long-delayed plans. Liam clenched his jaw, suppressing the pain, waiting before attempting to stand. Keith waited for him to recover and then spoke. "Liam, I've indulged Charlee too much. About the marriage..." His meaning was unmistakable. He wanted to cancel the marriage arrangement between Charlee and Liam. Without the Todd family, Charlee would become obedient. And if he married Stacey to Liam, the Todd family would be his aide completely. Liam's frustration was evident. "Delay it. Stacey's health is fragile. Once she's better, I'll marry Charlee." Though Charlee had ended things, Liam didn't take her words seriously. At sixteen, she had hit rock bottom, relying entirely on him to pull her through. Her years of unwavering devotion were proof enough that she'd never truly leave him. …… In the Sullivan Group's project department, Charlee sat in her office, focused on compiling reports. Keith hadn't stripped her of authority due to the family's partnership with the Todds. But now that she had called off the engagement, she needed to secure her position. At three in the afternoon, her assistant, Alexia Jenkins, burst into the office, knocking hastily before stepping inside, her face visibly drained of color. Trailing behind her, Stacey entered clad in a tailored light-gray suit, radiating an air of confidence and control. The meekness she displayed in front of Liam had vanished, replaced by an unrestrained sense of triumph. "Charlee, the board has voted to relieve you of your duties as project director. Starting today, I'll be stepping in to take over. All incomplete projects under your supervision will now fall to me. As for your reassignment..." Stacey's lips curled into a mocking smile as she tossed a blue folder onto the desk. "The newly established Green Biopharmaceuticals in the eastern suburbs needs someone to manage it. The tech is fully patented, and the production lines run seamlessly--your job will just be signing papers and killing time. See? Dad hasn't forgotten about you entirely." Chapter 5 Green Biopharmaceuticals The Sullivan Group owned four branches, and Green Biopharmaceuticals was the least promising of them all. Despite its grandiose name, it was nothing more than a basic contract manufacturing facility. Devoid of innovation or proprietary patents, it functioned solely as a production line, lacking any semblance of independence. Still, this company marked the genesis of the Sullivan Group's wealth, the hard-won achievement of Charlee's mother during her initial ventures into the industry. Charlee tapped her finger lightly on the document. "I'm the project director. Do you really think you can demote me to manage some rundown company? Dream on." Stacey remained composed, as though she had expected Charlee's resistance. "Dad said if you're unwilling to leave, you can stay in the project department, but under me as your supervisor. You'll have to take my orders." Charlee let out a sharp, derisive laugh. Her disdain was written all over her elegant face. "Mr. Sullivan knows you're useless, so he's forcing me to stay and clean up after you. How pathetic." The office door stood wide open, intentionally so. Stacey had planned for the entire project team to witness Charlee's humiliation. Yet, the plan backfired. With an air of confidence, Stacey squared her shoulders and lifted her chin. "I was appointed as director by the board. It was a unanimous decision. At the year-end meeting, I'll lead this team in collecting our accolades. Just wait." Charlee clicked her tongue dismissively. "Stop puffing yourself up." Without another word, she made a call and put it on speaker. After a few rings, Keith answered, his authoritative tone filling the room. "With the tension between you and Liam, I have to make a decision. Sign the papers and head to the company. Don't stir up trouble. I have a strategy in mind." His tone was firm yet sounded almost considerate. Charlee's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Mr. Sullivan, I own eight percent of the shares. Don't I qualify as a stakeholder?" Keith was silent for a moment before replying begrudgingly, "If two-thirds of the shareholders agree, it's out of your hands." His message was clear... Charlee's voice didn't matter. Charlee arched an eyebrow and glanced at Stacey with a smirk. "Unanimous, you said?" Stacey flushed crimson, while whispers spread among the onlookers outside the office. Stacey's credibility was already in tatters before she even assumed her new role. Before Stacey could recover and respond, Charlee's tone turned icy. "I want ownership of the pharmaceutical plant. Draft a revised agreement and send it to me. Then I'll sign and step aside. Otherwise... I don't mind dragging us all down." Before Keith could protest, Charlee hung up. She understood Stacey's ambitions all too well, but after three years as project director, Charlee wasn't about to surrender without a fight. Besides, she was never a pushover. Keith couldn't afford to gamble with everything at stake. Thirty minutes later, the company transfer papers were delivered to her desk. Charlee reviewed them meticulously before signing without hesitation. As she prepared to leave, Stacey, now firmly seated in the director's chair, issued orders. "Other than personal belongings, you're not to take a single thing from this office. Alexia, check her items." Alexia, who owed her position to Charlee, hesitated. Her contract, however, was with the Sullivan Group. Sparing her the dilemma, Charlee opened her own bag and box. She turned to Stacey, holding up a small jewelry case, her strikingly clear eyes fixed on her rival. "These are the ring and bracelet Liam had custom-made for me. One of a kind. Want them?" Seeing Stacey's enraged expression, Charlee tossed the jewelry box into the trash with a casual motion and dusted off her hands. "Getting rid of j*nk feels amazing." As she exited, the sound of shattering cups erupted behind her. Charlee smiled to herself. Was Stacey already cracking? She'd need to hold out until those projects were under her control. That was when the real battle would begin. Charlee had underestimated Stacey's and Keith's pettiness. When she attempted to drive away, security halted her vehicle, asserting it was property of the Sullivan Group. Now acting as director of the pharmaceutical company, Charlee had lost her privilege to use this car since the company's split from the Sullivan Group. Exiting her sports car, she slipped on her sunglasses and glanced toward her office building. Despite the distance, she could distinctly make out Stacey on the floor of her office, gracefully enjoying a cup of coffee. In a daring move, Charlee gave Stacey the finger, then turned on her heel and walked off with her belongings to hail a nearby taxi. As she waited, a sleek black Maybach rolled to a stop before her. The door swung open automatically, revealing a man lounging comfortably, an amused expression playing across his refined features. "What a coincidence." ...... What happens next? 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Yes | 2025-02-27 04:15 | active | 2646 | 0 | 🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉 | "Where is she?" I hear the Beta scream. I groan and rise to my feet, grabbing the cleaning basket before heading over. The moment Beta Kyle sees me, he strides towards me and his hand slices against my cheek. I don't make a sound. Years of experience has taught me to keep my mouth shut at all times. "Alpha Trey and I are expecting company and you still have not cleaned the office." Beta Kyle spits at me. I nod my head and my hand tightens on the cleaning basket. If only I could find the courage to swing it at his head, it would make my day. But I didn't need another week locked up with no food. My stomach already hurt enough. "We are trying to make a good impression on Alpha Dane. Don't you understand how important it is for us to join ourselves with his pack?!" I don't answer, It's a trap, a ploy to provoke me into saying something that would justify punishment. I keep my eyes lowered, avoiding his gaze. Alpha Dane, I had only ever heard rumours about him. He was a ruthless man, a Wolf feared by others. He didn't mess around and he had the largest pack. "He is the Alpha of Black Shadow, the biggest pack in the world, we need him!" We had never been attacked and we had never attacked anyone, so why did we need another pack to help us? He grabs my shoulders, his nails digging into my skin as he turns me around and kicks me into the office. "Useless Wolf." He mutters as he moves away. Quietly closing the door, I lean against it, observing the already clean office. It looked perfectly fine for a meeting with this so-called powerful Alpha. Closing my eyes, I slide down to the floor. I hated this house. I thought that when I turned eighteen, I could finally escape, but four years later, here I still am, a slave in my own home. Doing all the dirty tasks for my brother, Alpha Trey and the pack. While my ex mate, Beta Kyle waltzes around reminding me of how worthless I am. Someone clears their throat and I freeze, I thought I was alone. Leaning forward, I see a handsome man sitting in a chair, just around the corner. A foot propped up on his knee as he nurses a glass of alcohol. His short hair is dark and his eyes are a deep crimson colour, that don't quite look right. They suddenly shift to me and I throw myself back against the door as my heart pounded. "Is this the way you greet all Alphas?" His deep voice rumbles through the room, there was an edge of amusement to his tone. "I'm sorry." I whisper, getting to my feet. "I...I thought I was alone." I had no idea who he was but I could feel the power radiating off of him, even without my Wolf. "Come forward." He orders and I already feel a lump forming in my throat. Alpha Trey wil kill me. I step around the corner, doing as I'm told, allowing him to see me properly. I close my eyes, expecting the worst. "You smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?" I nod, though I couldn't tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they found out about me. "I would prefer it if you spoke to me." He growls, "I'm not in the mood to play games." "Yes." I whisper. I couldn't help but think of all the punishments I was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? "Why do you smell strange? And how is it possible for you to not know I was in the room? You should have scented me." "I..." I hated the question. "You should open your eyes when you are talking to someone. It's rude to not look at them. Has your Alpha not taught you anything?" His deep voice sends a shiver through me. Slowly, I open my eyes and lower them, there was no way I was making eye contact."My Wolf abilities were bound," I mutter. Twice, I wanted to add. Twice my abilities were bound. But he probably wasn't interested in that part. He leans forward, I could feel him staring at me, "Why would someone do that?" If this is the Alpha that my brother is supposed to be meeting with, I knew I could screw everything up for him by saying too much. "It was a punishment." I whisper. It wasn't far from the entire truth. There's a twitch in his cheek. Was he angry to hear of such a punishment? Or maybe, just like the others, he was amused by it. I couldn't tell. The door swings open and my brother screeches at me "Neah, what are you doing in my office?" He turns to the crimson eyed man. "I am so sorry that my sister is bothering you, Alpha Dane." Crap, it's him. My brother spins around, hand poised to hit me. I close my eyes, bracing myself, ready to feel the burn. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."Peeking through slits, I see Alpha Dane has risen to his feet, his hand coiled around my brother's wrist. He is taller than my brother, more muscly too. "Neah," My name rolls off of his tongue, "was kindly showing me to your office, Alpha Trey, as you failed to meet me at the front of your house like I requested." What? I had no idea what he was talking about. And he had no reason to lie for me. My brother glares at me, clenching his jaw tight. "Go and get Beta Kyle." Alpha Trey seethes. "Tell him our guest is here." I nod my head and hurry from the room, the last thing I wanted was to be caught between bickering men. "Beta Kyle," I whisper as I enter the dining hall. He instantly glares at me with his dark eyes. I had spoken without being spoken to. "Alpha Trey is in the office with Alpha Dane. I was sent to inform you." He slams the newspaper down on the table and glares at me as he walks by. "You're lucky that the Alpha sent you to get me, otherwise you wouldn't see sunlight for a few days." Pausing behind me, he yanks my head back, locking his fingers in my hair, leaning in close to me, I feel his hot breath on my skin. He doesn't speak, it was just his way of proving that he could do what he wants when he wants. I try to keep myself busy so I can stay as far away from the office as possible. My peace doesn't last long when I hear my brother calling out to me. Quietly, I pad towards the office and plaster a smile on my face as I open the door. "Neah, go get the champagne and some glasses, we are celebrating." I bow my head and hurry to the drinks cabinet. Quickly finding what my brother has asked for. As I re-enter the office, I can feel Alpha Dane watching my every move, even the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. No one ever watches me this closely. "Neah is your sister, correct?" Alpha Dane questions my brother. "She is." Alpha Trey mutters with disgust. He looks away from me to focus on the man asking questions. "Why do you treat her like trash?" Straight to the point, my brother wouldn't like that. He only liked sharing information on his terms. No one had spoken to my brother about his treatment of me because everyone took great joy in beating me. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move but I knew I had to get out of there. If this deal goes to pot because of me, then that would be my fault too. "Neah was responsible for our parents' death." Alpha Trey spits I closed my eyes, battling back the tears that were threatening to break free. "Responsible how?" Alpha Dane's voice rumbles through me. He was definitely angry. "She served them Wolfsbane." Don't make a sound. Don't make a sound. I knew Alpha Dane was studying me. They all did, no one could ever quite believe how someone could do something so disgusting as poisoning their own parents. I stood there, with my head hanging low, wishing for the ground to open up and suck me in. There are movements around me. He was standing directly in front of me. With a rough finger he tilts my face up towards his, forcing me to look at him. "You poisoned your parents?" "I was six." I splutter. "I just made them lemonade." My voice comes out all squeaky as I try to defend myself. I could barely remember my parents, but I could remember all the guilt I had been made to feel since that day. His crimson eyes flash to my brothers. "Hardly seems fair to blame a six year old." "A six year old should know the difference between plants." Alpha Trey snaps "Sounds to me like she was set up." Alpha Dane shrugs his shoulders, letting go of me. "You weren't there, Alpha Dane." My brother muttered through gritted teeth as his eyes narrowed to slits. "I didn't ask you here to talk about my slave!" Alpha Dane grabs his leather jacket from the chair. Unlike other Alpha's he seemed to dress more casually. A simple black tee and jeans covered his huge frame. And unlike other Alpha's, his arms are bare of tattoos, not a single bit of ink poked out anywhere. "You're right and now I have a few things to mull over." "I thought we agreed." My brother exclaims "Nothing has been signed. Now I will show myself out." The moment he is out of the office, both my brother and Beta Kyle round on me. "What the heck did you say to him?" My brother demands, slamming a hand into my stomach. "N...nothing. Well, he just asked me why I smelled funny." "Did you tell him?" Beta Kyle demands. He was practically spitting in my face. I hated him. I hated him so much that I had vowed to one day get my revenge and rip his stomach out through his mouth. "WELL?" My brother yells when I don't immediately respond and smacks me across the side of the head. My head involuntarily moves up and down. "But I didn't say it was you." I tried to sound strong and confident but it just comes out as a whisper. My brother's hand locks into my black hair as he yanks my head back, sending a shooting pain through my skull. "If you have ruined this, you won't see daylight again." He drags me by my hair from the office and down the hallway towards the basement door. "Please…." I beg. "He was an Alpha…I… I had to answer him." My cheeks burn with my tears as he flings the door open. On the other side of the door is Alpha Dane. He is leaning against the wall with his arms folded, staring out at us. My brother's hand falls from my hair, relieving the pressure on the back of my skull... "Alpha Dane, I thought you had left." Alpha Trey murmurs angrily. "I said I would show myself out. I thought I had found the door, but instead I find a basement, riddled in your sister's strange scent. Is this how you treat your family?" "As I said," my brother holds his ground, "She is responsible for the death of my parents, so yes, this is what she deserves." "You should keep your nose out of other packs' business!" Beta Kyle adds. Alpha Dane laughs. "If I agree to this deal, everything about your business becomes my business. So tell me, what would your punishment be for her? No food, locked away for a week, beatings?" Both Alpha Trey and Beta Kyle hold their tongues. There was no reason for him to defend me and yet he was. I was a nobody, no one special. Just who everyone called a traitor. Only instead of being given a death sentence, my brother had decided to make me spend my life suffering. I see those crimson eyes land on my swollen face. "I have a proposition for you, Alpha Trey." Alpha Dane speaks up again. "We have already agreed on terms." "Well, I'm adding one. And if you don't agree, you will not get my help. Instead, you will become my enemy. And we both know, you don't want that." "I take it that your new terms have something to do with her?" Alpha Trey mutters through clenched teeth. "You would be correct. Let me take her away to my pack and then you, Trey will have a deal." Me? Why would he want me? As my brother and his Beta discuss me, Alpha Dane is still studying me. His look made me nervous. What could someone like him possibly want with me? "Deal." Alpha Trey sticks out his hand for Alpha Dane to shake. He doesn't take it, instead his crimson eyes shift from me to my brother. "I will have paperwork drawn up and will return tomorrow." He reaches a hand out and cups my face, "Ensure you have everything packed." He drags his thumb across my bottom lip and strides to the opposite end of the hallway and straight to the front door. He knew exactly where the front door was, so what was he up to? He pauses at the door. "If I find out any one of you has laid a hand on her. The contract will be the last thing you need to worry about." He struts out, slamming the door behind him. After Dane leaves, my brother grabs me by the collar. "You think you're going to have a good life if you follow Alpha Dane out of here? Don't be naive!" He continues in a vicious voice. 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No | 2025-02-27 04:15 | active | 2646 | 0 | Read next chapter | On her wedding day, her stepsister set her up, framing her with accusations of promiscuity, academic fraud, and attempted murder. She was personally brought to court by her fiancé and imprisoned for three years, enduring inhuman torment! ===== On the day Khloe Evans was put on trial by her fiance, it was raining heavily. "Khloe Evans, you are suspected of bribing competition judges, academic fraud, and attempted homicide. Do you plead guilty or not?" Inside the silent and solemn courtroom, the judge's gavel echoed, signaling the start of a tense moment. Khloe's bl**dshot eyes were filled with anger and desperation, staring at Eric Watson, her fiance. She couldn't help but sneer. They had spent four years from falling in love to getting married; she had always believed that he loved her deeply and that their married life would be blissful. But on their wedding day, he personally put her on trial because of her stepsister's words. The Watson family was one of the wealthiest and most influential families in the country. No one would dare to offend them for a nobody like her. Khloe said word by word, "I have nothing to say." All along, she thought Eric was the love of her life. But it turned out he had been having an a**air with her stepsister, Sloane Evans. What was more, he had stolen her academic achievements. And now, he falsely accused her of being a m*rderer. He was ruthless. What else could she say? The judge banged his gavel again and gave his verdict. "The court hereby sentences the defendant, Khloe Evans, to eight years in prison and a fine of three hundred thousand dollars." The trial concluded, and the prison guards escorted Khloe. As she walked out of the courtroom, Khloe turned and looked back at Eric, sitting in the plaintiff's seat, her eyes burning with deep hatred and fury. ...... Three years had passed. "Khloe Evans, someone has bailed you out. You're free to go." Upon hearing that, Khloe raised her head, her pale face filled with shock. After suffering from endless torture for three years, she had thought that she was bound to stay there for the full sentence. She didn't expect that she would be released one day. An hour after she was released from prison, Khloe was taken to a hospital. She entered a ward, and her heart clenched when she saw her mother through the ICU door, lying motionless in the hospital bed. With a pale face and various apparatus connected to her body, she looked lifeless. "Mom..." Khloe got all worked up, her voice trembling with emotion. She wanted to open the door and go in. "Stop it! This ward is specially secured. No one is allowed to enter without my permission." A female voice suddenly rang out behind her. Khloe turned around and was surprised to see the person who spoke. "Sloane? My mom severed ties with the Evans family long ago. Why are you still doing this to her?" As she spoke, she glared at Sloane with eyes full of hatred. Sloane looked at Khloe, a flicker of jealousy and disdain flashing across her eyes. Then, she sneered, "Khloe, looks like you are mistaken. I'm saving her. Without me, your mother would have died long ago. Perhaps, by the time you come out of prison, you will only see her tomb." Khloe took a deep breath to calm herself down. "Sloane, stop being so hypocritical. You are saving my mother? Only a fool will believe that. What are you really up to? You're using her to manipulate me, right?" "Khloe, you're as clever as ever. No wonder they called you the rising star of academia. But it's a pity that you are now a convict for attempted murder. And your fate is in my hands," Sloane taunted. "So, today, all you need to do is spend a night with Karl Russell. Then, I'll arrange for your release and your mother's treatment." "Karl Russell? That old man is already in his sixties. Are you out of your mind?" Khloe's eyes widened in disbelief. "So what? Should I care? It's you who are going to sleep with him, not me. As long as you spend one night with him, our family can secure the Russell family's arms deal. It's a very lucrative business. You should feel honored that you are selling out your body to make so much money for us. But if you refuse..." Sloane pointed to the ICU. "I'll have them remove your mom's life support, and she'll die right in front of you. I'll give you five seconds to decide. Five, four, three..." "Fine! I'll go," Khloe agreed in despair. This time, she could no longer suppress the tears she had been holding back. She was left with no choice. For the sake of her mother, she had to do it. After freshening up, Khloe was put into a car. Tonight, she was destined to sleep with a sixty-something disgusting man. And she was still a v**gin. Chapter 2 Henrik Watson That night, the car glided through the deserted streets, headlights cutting into the night's inky darkness. Bang! A g*nshot shattered the silence, deafening and ominously close. Glass sprayed across the seats as the car window exploded, fragments glittering in the dim streetlights. All hell broke loose. Terrified creams echoed in the street as the few remaining shops hurried to lower their shutters. The driver, white-faced and trembling, veered in a panic. The car skidded, tires screeching before slamming into the curb. He slumped forward, unconscious. Beside him, Khloe blinked, disoriented from the impact. Pressing a hand to her throbbing head, she tried to make sense of what had happened. Through the cracked window, she glimpsed flickering orange flames a short distance away. "Oh, no!" She'd stumbled straight into the deadly crossfires of a g*nfight. It was likely a turf war turned ugly by two warring gangs. Steadying herself, Khloe pushed open the door and crouched low, inching towards the roadside. But before she could move further, a figure emerged from the darkness. Tall and powerfully built, he was moving fast. Even though a mask obscured most of his features, she could still see his intense eyes and the proud outline of his nose. A dark stain spread across his side, seeping through his clothes--bl**d. He stumbled towards her, breathing heavily, and collapsed at her feet. Just then, another group of burly men burst from the shadows, each armed to the teeth. Their faces were etched with vicious determination, each bearing a t**too on the hand. "Perfect! He's down. Now, finish him off!" The leader, bald and snarling, held up his g*n and pointed it towards the fallen man. Then, his gaze fell on Khloe. She was dressed to the nines, as she was meant to be a gift for a man tonight. A tight red dress hugged her perfect figure, accentuating her curves and complimenting her porcelain skin. Her glossy hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a delicate, doll-like face with wide, innocent eyes. In a word, she looked like a vision from a dream--or a man's t**ptation made flesh. The bald man's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with le**erous intent. He had never seen such a beautiful woman before, and he wasn't about to let an opportunity like this slide. "While you're finishing him off, I'll help myself to this beauty." He lunged, shoving Khloe back against the shattered window, pressing his weight against her. "No, please!" she pleaded, her voice trembling as she tried to pull away. "Please don't hurt me." "Why would I hurt a beauty like you?" he taunted, his fingers gripping her shoulder tightly as he leaned closer, his hot breath on her skin. His men jeered behind him, urging him on, enjoying the show. But Khloe's hand moved, almost imperceptibly, reaching into her purse. In one swift, desperate motion, her fingers closed around a pen, and she drove it up into his neck with a fierce thrust. The bald man's eyes widened in shock as bl**d spurted from the wound, his grip loosening. Gone was the look of a damsel in distress; her eyes, which were so full of fear just a second earlier, now glinted with a cold light. What was once a delicate, angelic beauty had transformed into a bl**d-stained rose, dark and dangerous. "B**ch, you're asking for it!" The henchmen froze for a split second, then fury overcame them, and they charged at Khloe with murderous intent. Her voice cut through the chaos, sharp and commanding. "Don't move, or I'll pull the pen out! He'll bleed out on the spot!" The men abruptly stopped in their tracks. No one dared to move a muscle. At this moment, the man who'd been lying motionless suddenly sprang to life, g*n in hand, and unleashed a hail of b*llets on the stunned th*gs. He moved with such agility that it was clear his injury had only been a ruse. Even the bald man Khloe held hostage collapsed in a bl**dy heap, a bullet having shattered his skull in an instant. Khloe spun her head just in time, avoiding the bl**d splatter. But her clothes and legs weren't so lucky; they were stained with bl**d, sticky and warm. "Ugh!" The sickly, metallic scent hit her, and her stomach churned. She couldn't stop herself from retching, knees buckling as she collapsed sideways. But before she hit the ground, an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her upright. The man's grip was firm, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Feisty little thing, weren't you so badass just a second ago? What happened?" Khloe recoiled, shoving him away, her face twisting in defiance. "Let go of me!" Before she could get another word out, black-clad men suddenly emerged from the shadows, their faces hard, eyes cold. Even the surrounding rooftops showed silhouettes of these men, controlling all sniper points. Each man moved with such deadly precision, and Khloe could tell at a glance that they were all experienced killers. They brandished machine guns and rocket launchers with practiced ease, as though these were everyday items. In a word, they looked like an elite strike force--battle-hardened, lethal. Unexpectedly, one by one, they all started dropping to their knees, as though bowing before a king. Thousands of them bowed in unison. "Awaiting your orders, Mr. Watson," the leader announced reverently. Khloe's breath hitched. "Are you Henrik Watson?" Chapter 3 The Kiss Henrik accepted a handkerchief from his trusted aide, Rhett Foster, wiping the bl**d from his hands with deliberate, almost regal precision. He then removed his mask slowly, revealing a face that could seize anyone's breath. His eyes were dark, magnetic pools, deep enough to pull anyone in. And above his perfectly-shaped lips was a prominent, sculpted nose. His chiseled features conveyed both power and beauty, almost too flawless to belong to any ordinary man. It was the kind of face that could eclipse even the brightest stars in the showbiz. But more than his appearance, it was his aura--commanding, indomitable--that sent shivers down spines. This was a man who held dominion over countless lives. Henrik smiled, a flash of danger glinting in his eyes. "So what if I am?" Khloe's eyes went as wide as saucers. Henrik Watson--that name carried the weight of legend. Henrik had once been a branch member of the Watson family before vanishing into obscurity for ten long years. When he resurfaced, he singlehandedly seized control of the nation's underworld, rendering him a king without rival. In fact, he was so powerful that even the president treaded carefully around him. Khloe's ex-fiance, Eric, was a member of the Watson family, which had ascended from obscurity to supremacy solely thanks to Henrik. By blood, Eric was Henrik's nephew. So, if her marriage to Eric pushed through, Henrik would be her husband's uncle. Khloe's stepsister, Sloane, had maneuvered her into offering herself to Karl Russell. Though Karl held sway in the city, he was nothing against Henrik's underworld might. It was like comparing a lion to a mouse. As the thought struck her, hope flickered within Khloe. If she could gain Henrik's support, she might escape her forced sacrifice, and her mother could be saved. Steadying her breath, she asked tentatively, "Since I just helped you, could I ask you a favor?" Henrik's gaze sharpened, eyes gleaming with intrigue. It was the first time a woman had faced him with such poise, especially after witnessing him kill so many people. Interest piqued, Henrik strode towards Khloe with an almost lazy confidence, each step measured and unhurried. His sculpted fingers pinched her chin, lifting it so she was looking right at him. He held her gaze as he studied her with a trace of amusement in his eyes. His voice, low and rich, sent a chill through the air. "Do you have any idea who you're talking to? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" A shiver raced through Khloe's heart. His presence was overwhelming, like a storm cloud closing in, suffocating in its intensity. He was dangerous--merely speaking to him was like playing with fire. But she had nowhere else to turn; Henrik was her only chance. "I have a Ph.D. in chemistry and medicine, along with patents--highly profitable ones. If you help me, I can make you money," she said, voice steady but with a glint of desperation. Henrik shook his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Money?" he murmured, his fingers brushing her cheek. "Do I look like I lack money?" The scent of bl**d clung faintly to his skin, chilling her even as he remained outwardly gentle. Khloe's guard went up instinctively, her body tensing beneath his touch. "What do you want?" she ventured cautiously. "If it's within my power, I'm willing to exchange anything." A spark flickered in Henrik's dark eyes, something enigmatic and unreadable. He let his gaze drift over her as if considering her offer. "Anything, you say?" All of a sudden, he let out a chilling laugh. "Then I want this." In one swift motion, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. And there, before all his men, he kissed her. Chapter 4 Decisive Action The kiss came unexpectedly. Khloe was caught off guard, unable to respond in time. Henrik's subordinates stood frozen, their eyes wide with disbelief. They had all worked for him for years, and never once had they seen him so close with a woman. Henrik had always been the type to keep his distance from women. In the past, women who approached him either ended up as fish food or were sent to toil in the mines at his orders. What kind of spell had this woman cast? How was it that she managed to make Henrik abandon all his usual rules, and all on their very first meeting? As the crowd remained stunned and puzzled, Khloe's thoughts swirled in chaos, making it impossible to think straight. Henrik's kiss was overwhelming, like a storm crashing down on her, leaving her breathless and dizzy. She found herself trapped in his arms, held so tightly it felt as though she were a flower caught in a violent storm. Yet she was anything but fragile. Once the shock wore off, a surge of anger rose within her. For years, she had endured humiliation, her fall from grace plunging her into the darkest depths. But giving up was never an option; she had always been plotting her revenge. It was only natural that she refused to yield. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss with equal ferocity. After all, what harm could a kiss do? And the man was both devastatingly handsome and of high standing. She would not suffer any losses. She skillfully fought back with her t**gue, refusing to let him dominate her entirely. Instead of pulling back, she met his intensity head-on, taking the lead. What began as a one-sided kiss quickly transformed into a fierce exchange, each of them vying for control, pushing and pulling in a heated battle for dominance. The kiss was fierce and all-consuming, each second more passionate than the last, until they were both gasping for air. When they finally pulled away, their lips were swollen and stained with bl**d, a testament to the intensity of the moment. Henrik let go of Khloe, his hand brushing against the corner of his mouth where her teeth had left their mark. His gaze was intense, locking onto her with a depth that seemed to pierce right through her. Khloe held his stare steadily, not flinching or showing even the slightest sign of discomfort. Her fearless attitude earned her the respect of those watching. It was clear now why Henrik was drawn to her. She was bold, with a courage that couldn't be ignored. She had the audacity to bite Henrik's lips, unafraid of the consequences. Henrik continued to gaze at Khloe, a growing satisfaction building within him. The sting on his lips reminded him sharply of what had just happened. The woman standing before him, with a face as stunning as an angel's, was no delicate flower. She was a thorny rose, and anyone foolish enough to underestimate her would undoubtedly pay the price. But that was exactly what made her so captivating--it was the danger beneath the beauty that drew him in. "Mr. Watson, is everything to your liking?" Khloe asked, breaking the stillness. "Yes, let's go," Henrik replied with a smile. "Now, let's take care of your little issue." ...... What happens next? 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No | 2025-02-27 04:15 | active | 2646 | 0 | Read next chapter | On her wedding day, her fiancé abandoned her at the altar, making her the town's laughingstock. Hoping for a dignified resolution, she instead received a video of him cheating with her stepsister. Furious, she impulsively spent a p*ssionate night with a striking stranger. ===== "Are you seeing someone? Spend a night with me, and I'll forget about the damage to my car," Charlee Sullivan suggested boldly. Charlee leaned casually against a gleaming crimson sports car, her fitted scarlet dress emphasizing her striking silhouette. Her delicate face, framed by soft waves of auburn hair, radiated sophistication. Her usually vibrant eyes now carried an icy detachment. She wasn't one to forgive easily; after discovering that Liam Todd, her fiance, dared to cheat on her, she craved a way to retaliate. The man, crouched over his battered motorcycle, straightened up at her words. Under the streetlight's glow, his rugged, undeniably magnetic features radiated an air of untamed charisma. "I'm single," he replied, his deep baritone carrying an irresistible allure. Charlee smirked, leaning in slightly. Her curls tumbled forward, dusted with vibrant remnants of party streamers. And this man--his sharp jawline, commanding presence, and effortless charm--was everything Liam wasn't. Liam, she mused, paled in comparison to this stranger, who seemed more than capable of meeting her every desire. "So did you agree?" The man's gaze flitted between the dented luxury vehicle and his wrecked motorcycle, a flicker of amusement in his expression. Her prized car, he thought, wasn't even worth the cost of his bike's handlebars. With a sly grin, he pulled her into his embrace, his tone teasing but firm. "Deal. I can't pay for your car repairs anyway. But don't complain later, little firecracker." With that, he swept her off her feet, carrying her with ease toward a nearby h*tel... When he said a whole night, he wasn't exaggerating. Charlee lost track of the moments she blacked out. Hours later, as she slipped back into her outfit, she couldn't summon the courage to meet his gaze. Her hoarse voice trembled with a warning as she said, "I have the crash footage. The moment I step out, we're nothing to each other. Stay silent." From behind her, his voice dripped with amusement, lazy yet sharp. "Interesting. I've kept a copy of that clip, too." Not catching his implication, Charlee grabbed her belongings and headed for the exit. Her shaky legs almost betrayed her, threatening to collapse beneath her. His deep chuckle echoed. "Sure you don't need more time to recover?" What a smug b**tard! She slammed the door behind her with every ounce of strength, nearly tempted to hit him with it. She missed the possessive glint in his eyes as he watched her leave. In the hotel lobby, the glowing screen of a television displayed breaking headlines. "A shocking revelation today--two elite families in Jurgh, set to unite through marriage, have faced public embarrassment. Sources claim the Todd heir stormed out of the ceremony, leaving the Sullivan heiress humiliated." A bystander muttered, "Rumor has it the groom's quite fond of his fiancee's half-sister. Now that her parents have rekindled their relationship, who knows? Maybe he'll end up with the other sibling." On the screen, Charlee appeared in a crimson gown, her hair dotted with celebratory confetti. The camera lingered on her frozen smile, magnifying the heartbreak behind it. Surprisingly, after her intense encounter, Charlee realized the pain from the breakup wasn't as sharp anymore. She had clung too tightly to Liam, convinced their years-long relationship was indestructible. She had let him take her affection for granted. But he was never irreplaceable. Someone else had managed to fill the void effortlessly. The stranger from last night, for instance, who possessed boundless endurance. Chapter 2 Obsession Charlee said, "Hello. I'd like to check out." Distracted by a heated debate over the latest news on TV, the receptionists glanced up from their conversation. Their eyes widened as they recognized the woman from the video, forcing a slightly awkward smile. One receptionist looked back at the screen and then at Charlee, clearly captivated by the latter's striking appearance. Her eyes flicked briefly to Charlee's neck as she processed the latter's check-out. As Charlee drove home, she reflected on the curious glances she received from the receptionists. Curious, she pulled out a mirror. The hi*keys on her neck were hard to miss. She reached for her foundation, carefully covering the marks. Most of them were still visible, though. That man's stamina was truly remarkable. Their meeting had begun with a car accident and quickly turned into a night of carefree fun. The memory brought a soft laugh to her lips. Thirty minutes later, she steered her sports car into the driveway of the Sullivans' grand villa. At the same moment, a black Cayenne rolled in beside her. As the car door swung open, Liam gently assisted Stacey Sullivan out, treating her with utmost care. His gaze turned cold when he spotted Charlee. "Keep your troubles away from Stacey. We'll talk later." His composed manner brought back memories of him setting boundaries, like prohibiting her from eating ice cream during her periods or wearing skirts to school. There was a time she almost adored this aspect of Liam. Now, it only disgusted her. Facing him, she said, "This is good timing. I'm calling off our engagement." Under the sunlight, she rose elegantly, her perfect skin radiating, her beautiful face emitting a captivating charm. Liam was caught off guard and then noticed the marks on her neck; his eyes filled with anger immediately. Releasing Stacey's arm, he strode toward Charlee and seized her wrist with a grip that almost broke it. "Where were you last night? Who is responsible for this?" He resembled a husband who felt deceived. Oh, the irony. "Let go," Charlee said, her eyes cold. "All this time, I've treated you well, yet you've acted shamelessly. To think you'd let another man's l*ps on your neck!" Liam refused to believe Charlee could betray him like this. He was convinced she'd asked someone to make those marks just to agitate him. Trapped in his grasp, Charlee flashed a mischievous smile. "Oh, it wasn't just my neck. His k*sses covered me completely." Realizing Charlee had seen the video, Liam's hold inadvertently weakened. "There's a reason for this. Please, don't let this hurt Stacey." He was aware of the video then. He certainly knew how to keep the excitement alive in the b*droom. Charlee could no longer hold back her frustration and sl*pped him. "Charlee, what's going on?" Stacey cried out as she dashed forward, encircling Charlee's waist with her arms and forcibly pulling the latter back. "Liam means the world to me, blame me if you must. He treats you so well. How could you sl*p him?" Stacey's tearful plea was followed by a low, sinister chuckle. Stacey whispered, "So, what is it like to be left alone at your own engagement? I merely scratched my wrist, and Liam couldn't stop comforting me." A cold dread crept over Charlee, feeling like she was trapped by a venomous snake, urging her to shove Stacey away. The moment she touched Stacey's arm, Stacey screamed and tumbled to the ground, her wrist bl**ding through the bandage. "Charlee!" Liam, seething with anger, rushed to Stacey's aid. "You owe Stacey an apology, now!" "Don't be so harsh, Liam," Stacey said softly, holding onto Liam's hand as he pointed at Charlee, her voice tender yet pitiful. "This is on me; I shouldn't have let my feelings for you go so far. She's supposed to be your bride. It's natural for Charlee to be upset. I accept whatever comes." Her act of pity managed to melt Liam's heart. "Please, don't cry, Stacey," he said. Chapter 3 Totally Disappointed Charlee's gaze lingered on Liam and Stacey's display of affection, her tone biting as she sneered, "You do realize this is on you, right?" Liam's eyes darkened with fury, cutting toward her like a bl*de. "You've crossed a line, Charlee. Stacey is your sister. She almost died, and you still feel the need to antagonize her?" "Sister?" Charlee's laugh was as icy as her stare. "You mean the one who s*duced her sister's fiance?" "You..." Liam's anger simmered as he steadied Stacey, leading her toward the Sullivan estate. As they neared Charlee, he turned sharply and barked, "Wait for me at the door." He spoke with the authority of someone who expected to be obeyed, confident in her usual compliance. But instead, Charlee strode past him without a second glance, her red dress flowing behind her. With her sleek black heels clicking against the pavement and her crimson lips curved in disdain, she exuded an untamed elegance, like a predator that couldn't be tamed. "This is my house," she said coolly, throwing the words over her shoulder. "You don't get to dictate what I do." Liam froze, startled by her defiance, his eyes glued to her retreating figure. Something about her felt different--unfamiliar. "Liam..." Stacey's soft, delicate voice rang out beside him, pulling him back to reality. His voice grew gentler. "That's just her way. Don't mind her. I'll handle it later and make sure she doesn't trouble you again. Let's get you back to rest." Stacey's eyes welled up as she gripped his arm tightly, unwilling to let go. "You said you'd stay with me, Liam," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. Her plea struck a chord deep within him. He replied softly, "Of course, I will. You did all that because you cared so much for me. I'll stay by your side until you're well again." Meanwhile, Charlee went upstairs, took a long shower, and changed before coming back to see Liam and Stacey finally entering the house together. Standing on the balcony, she nearly choked at the sight of them embracing, their affection on full display near the doorway. "Had enough of that yet?" she asked dryly, lounging on the sleek leather sofa, her legs elegantly crossed, exuding the air of a prowling feline. Suddenly, a sharp voice rang out from above. "What's your problem, Charlee? You're becoming impossible!" Her father, Keith Sullivan's stern expression darkened as he descended the stairs, trailed by Hannah Sullivan, his former wife. Hannah had settled in here, officially taking the title of Mrs. Sullivan in the eyes of others. Though dressed to impress, her harsh and hostile demeanor was impossible to miss. To Charlee, it was clear as day that, like Stacey, she was utterly hypocritical. Charlee didn't bother with an argument. Instead, she pulled out her phone, tapped a few times, and projected footage from the security camera onto the massive living room TV. The screen revealed Stacey and Liam locked in an intimate e*brace, their l*ps pressed together with a level of closeness that left nothing to the imagination. "Why would you do this, Charlee?" Stacey wailed, covering her face as though humiliated, then dashed upstairs, her sobs echoing through the halls. Anyone unaware of the full story might think Charlee had wronged her instead of exposing her. "Stacey, don't do anything reckless!" Hannah shouted, quickly following after her in a show of concern, making sure everyone remembered that Stacey was delicate and must not be upset. As expected, Keith lost his temper and stormed over to yank the TV's plug from the wall. "Charlee, are you determined to destroy this household?" Keith barked furiously. "Perhaps you should be asking Stacey that question," Charlee retorted, her disappointment cutting through her cold tone. She fixed him with an unyielding stare--one filled with bitterness, entirely void of warmth. Since losing her mother, she had come to understand just how fragile family bonds could be. For sixteen years, her mother had sacrificed everything to stand by Keith's side. Yet within a week of her passing, he had welcomed Hannah and Stacey into their home. How could he be so cruel? Chapter 4 Her Cruel Father Charlee's accusations deepened the anger etched on Keith's face. In a sharp tone, he said, "Stacey is your sister, and this is her home, too. She's bottled up her emotions, staying out of your way when it comes to Liam. She's reached a point of despair so profound it drove her to attempt to end her life. Yet, here you are, devoid of compassion and consumed by hostility. How can you be so unfeeling?" Liam, having shaken off the earlier awkwardness, finally spoke. "Mr. Sullivan, perhaps you should check on Stacey. I'll handle things with Charlee." Even now, Liam shielded Charlee, seemingly treating her with the same patience and indulgence as always. But his actions felt like repeated blows, each one more painful than the last. Charlee rose to her feet, her gaze icy and expression unreadable. "There's nothing left to discuss. The engagement is over." Liam countered, "Charlee, we've been together for years, and you've refused to get closer to me. I'm only human--I have needs too." His justification was absurd. Agreeing to share intimacy only after their engagement had somehow morphed into his excuse for betrayal. "So this is why you turned to Stacey?" A moment of silence followed. She couldn't help but let out a cold laugh. "If you're shameless enough to do this, at least have the decency to announce your plans to marry her. Stop skulking around like a coward. You're pathetic." Turning to leave, she felt Liam seize her wrist. "Are you insane?" He couldn't believe she had just called him a coward. She had never belittled him like this before. Charlee exhaled slowly before driving her foot into his shin. His pained cry echoed as she wrenched her hand free. "Try me, and you'll regret it," she warned, voice steady but threatening. At eighteen, Charlee had survived a harrowing kidnapping and near-r*pe attempt. The trauma had driven her to secretly train in kickboxing for four years. After winning a local championship, she had once jokingly told Liam she'd protect him as his personal bodyguard. Who would have thought he'd one day be the recipient of those skills? The irony was overwhelming. "You br*t! Get back here!" Keith stormed into the room, catching the tail end of their argument, his voice booming with fury. But Charlee didn't falter. She walked away with poise, not sparing him a glance. Now that the pretense was shattered, she was ready to move forward with her long-delayed plans. Liam clenched his jaw, suppressing the pain, waiting before attempting to stand. Keith waited for him to recover and then spoke. "Liam, I've indulged Charlee too much. About the marriage..." His meaning was unmistakable. He wanted to cancel the marriage arrangement between Charlee and Liam. Without the Todd family, Charlee would become obedient. And if he married Stacey to Liam, the Todd family would be his aide completely. Liam's frustration was evident. "Delay it. Stacey's health is fragile. Once she's better, I'll marry Charlee." Though Charlee had ended things, Liam didn't take her words seriously. At sixteen, she had hit rock bottom, relying entirely on him to pull her through. Her years of unwavering devotion were proof enough that she'd never truly leave him. …… In the Sullivan Group's project department, Charlee sat in her office, focused on compiling reports. Keith hadn't stripped her of authority due to the family's partnership with the Todds. But now that she had called off the engagement, she needed to secure her position. At three in the afternoon, her assistant, Alexia Jenkins, burst into the office, knocking hastily before stepping inside, her face visibly drained of color. Trailing behind her, Stacey entered clad in a tailored light-gray suit, radiating an air of confidence and control. The meekness she displayed in front of Liam had vanished, replaced by an unrestrained sense of triumph. "Charlee, the board has voted to relieve you of your duties as project director. Starting today, I'll be stepping in to take over. All incomplete projects under your supervision will now fall to me. As for your reassignment..." Stacey's lips curled into a mocking smile as she tossed a blue folder onto the desk. "The newly established Green Biopharmaceuticals in the eastern suburbs needs someone to manage it. The tech is fully patented, and the production lines run seamlessly--your job will just be signing papers and killing time. See? Dad hasn't forgotten about you entirely." Chapter 5 Green Biopharmaceuticals The Sullivan Group owned four branches, and Green Biopharmaceuticals was the least promising of them all. Despite its grandiose name, it was nothing more than a basic contract manufacturing facility. Devoid of innovation or proprietary patents, it functioned solely as a production line, lacking any semblance of independence. Still, this company marked the genesis of the Sullivan Group's wealth, the hard-won achievement of Charlee's mother during her initial ventures into the industry. Charlee tapped her finger lightly on the document. "I'm the project director. Do you really think you can demote me to manage some rundown company? Dream on." Stacey remained composed, as though she had expected Charlee's resistance. "Dad said if you're unwilling to leave, you can stay in the project department, but under me as your supervisor. You'll have to take my orders." Charlee let out a sharp, derisive laugh. Her disdain was written all over her elegant face. "Mr. Sullivan knows you're useless, so he's forcing me to stay and clean up after you. How pathetic." The office door stood wide open, intentionally so. Stacey had planned for the entire project team to witness Charlee's humiliation. Yet, the plan backfired. With an air of confidence, Stacey squared her shoulders and lifted her chin. "I was appointed as director by the board. It was a unanimous decision. At the year-end meeting, I'll lead this team in collecting our accolades. Just wait." Charlee clicked her tongue dismissively. "Stop puffing yourself up." Without another word, she made a call and put it on speaker. After a few rings, Keith answered, his authoritative tone filling the room. "With the tension between you and Liam, I have to make a decision. Sign the papers and head to the company. Don't stir up trouble. I have a strategy in mind." His tone was firm yet sounded almost considerate. Charlee's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Mr. Sullivan, I own eight percent of the shares. Don't I qualify as a stakeholder?" Keith was silent for a moment before replying begrudgingly, "If two-thirds of the shareholders agree, it's out of your hands." His message was clear... Charlee's voice didn't matter. Charlee arched an eyebrow and glanced at Stacey with a smirk. "Unanimous, you said?" Stacey flushed crimson, while whispers spread among the onlookers outside the office. Stacey's credibility was already in tatters before she even assumed her new role. Before Stacey could recover and respond, Charlee's tone turned icy. "I want ownership of the pharmaceutical plant. Draft a revised agreement and send it to me. Then I'll sign and step aside. Otherwise... I don't mind dragging us all down." Before Keith could protest, Charlee hung up. She understood Stacey's ambitions all too well, but after three years as project director, Charlee wasn't about to surrender without a fight. Besides, she was never a pushover. Keith couldn't afford to gamble with everything at stake. Thirty minutes later, the company transfer papers were delivered to her desk. Charlee reviewed them meticulously before signing without hesitation. As she prepared to leave, Stacey, now firmly seated in the director's chair, issued orders. "Other than personal belongings, you're not to take a single thing from this office. Alexia, check her items." Alexia, who owed her position to Charlee, hesitated. Her contract, however, was with the Sullivan Group. Sparing her the dilemma, Charlee opened her own bag and box. She turned to Stacey, holding up a small jewelry case, her strikingly clear eyes fixed on her rival. "These are the ring and bracelet Liam had custom-made for me. One of a kind. Want them?" Seeing Stacey's enraged expression, Charlee tossed the jewelry box into the trash with a casual motion and dusted off her hands. "Getting rid of j*nk feels amazing." As she exited, the sound of shattering cups erupted behind her. Charlee smiled to herself. Was Stacey already cracking? She'd need to hold out until those projects were under her control. That was when the real battle would begin. Charlee had underestimated Stacey's and Keith's pettiness. When she attempted to drive away, security halted her vehicle, asserting it was property of the Sullivan Group. Now acting as director of the pharmaceutical company, Charlee had lost her privilege to use this car since the company's split from the Sullivan Group. Exiting her sports car, she slipped on her sunglasses and glanced toward her office building. Despite the distance, she could distinctly make out Stacey on the floor of her office, gracefully enjoying a cup of coffee. In a daring move, Charlee gave Stacey the finger, then turned on her heel and walked off with her belongings to hail a nearby taxi. As she waited, a sleek black Maybach rolled to a stop before her. The door swung open automatically, revealing a man lounging comfortably, an amused expression playing across his refined features. "What a coincidence." ...... What happens next? 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