Andriana Neden
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Forsaken by the Alpha, Chosen by Fate
Werewolf I woke up before dawn to slice strawberries for my husband, Gabe, excited to finally tell him I was pregnant. As a "Wolfless" Omega, I had always been looked down upon, but I thought this baby proved I wasn't broken.
But Gabe didn't come home alone. He walked in with Harper, a woman wearing the silk robe he had bought for me, reeking of his scent.
He didn't kiss me. He didn't ask how I was. Instead, he sat her in my chair.
"Make more pancakes," he ordered. "Harper is hungry."
When I refused, demanding he explain why another woman was wearing my clothes, he didn't apologize. He used the Alpha Command.
The pressure slammed me to the floor, crushing my bones and threatening the life inside my womb. I had to crawl out of the room while they laughed.
My adoptive parents didn't save me; they sold me out for a council seat and a diamond necklace.
Then came the public execution of my heart. At the Ascension Ceremony, Gabe took the microphone and rejected me in front of the entire Pack to make Harper his Luna.
But they didn't just kick me out. They dragged me to a dirty, back-alley clinic. His mother ordered them to "remove the parasite" inside me.
I screamed as they strapped me down. But as the needle touched my skin, the steel door was ripped off its hinges.
The Alpha King stood in the debris, his eyes burning with golden rage as he looked at the necklace I wore.
"Who dares touch my daughter?" he roared.
I wasn't a defect. I was the lost White Wolf Princess. And the man standing behind the King wasn't just a guard—he was my true mate. The Secret Parrish Heiress Strikes Back
Billionaires For three years, I played the perfect, invisible wife to billionaire Dempsey Everett.
But late one night, he walked in smelling of another woman's perfume and threw a thick divorce agreement onto the coffee table.
"Darcy is back. Sign it."
The terms were brutal, a complete wipeout that left me with nothing but the clothes on my back.
To make matters worse, his true love Darcy sought me out to humiliate me, smirking that I was just a convenient placeholder keeping his bed warm.
Even his mother immediately paraded Darcy around the estate in family heirlooms, treating me like worthless trash they couldn't wait to discard.
I stared at the cold, heavy divorce papers, my chest tightening with pain, until my eyes caught the signature line at the bottom.
Elinor Parish.
A missing 'r'.
After three years of sharing a home, a bed, and a life, my husband didn't even know how to spell my last name.
All my patience, my quiet acceptance, and the love I had poured into this man had been a cosmic, cruel joke.
The realization hit me like a physical blow, but the heartbreak quickly vanished, replaced by a white-hot fury.
I swung my arm and slapped him across his arrogant face with every ounce of my suppressed pain, then signed the document without a second thought.
Dempsey thought I was just a poor dropout who would beg for his scraps.
He had no idea I was hiding my true identity.
It was time the Everetts learned what it truly meant to cross the real Parrish royalty. The Bodyguard I Hired Is My Billionaire Husband
Romance My father sold me to a monster to settle a debt. One minute I was a debutante at a gala, and the next, I was being hunted through the service corridors by my own stepmother’s security.
I scrambled into a dark penthouse to hide, only to be pinned against the wall by a man whose body felt like a wall of searing heat. He smelled of rain and expensive cedar, his voice a low, pained growl as he gripped my wrist so hard the bone nearly ground together.
The next morning, the "Wall Street Monster" arrived at our estate to collect his prize. My father signed the contract without reading a single page, trading me for a wire transfer while my sister laughed at my impending doom.
"I heard he uses knives in bed," Kacy whispered, "Hope you have thick skin, sis."
A balding, cruel man claimed to be my husband, but it was the silent bodyguard standing in the shadows who caught my tray when I stumbled. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through my veins, and his voice was the same gravelly baritone from the dark room the night before.
I was terrified, caught in a web of lies about a disfigured beast who supposedly broke women for sport. I didn't understand why this "bodyguard" was looking at me with such predatory intensity, or why he was the only one who stepped in when my father tried to shove me.
Then, inside the car, the bodyguard took off his sunglasses to reveal piercing blue eyes and a face that was devastatingly handsome.
"I am Gideon Blackburn," he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble. "And in this house, there is only one rule: Never lie to me."
The monster wasn't who they said he was, and he was about to show my family exactly what happens when you try to destroy something that belongs to him. The Billionaire's Regret: My Hidden Wife
Modern I sat at a mahogany table long enough to land a plane on, signing the papers that ended my two-year marriage to billionaire Eric Koch.
He didn't even show up for the divorce; he was in a private cigar lounge downstairs, sending his lawyer to hand me a five-million-dollar check to buy my silence like I was a discarded employee.
For two years, I had perfected the role of the "mouse"—the plain, timid wife Eric looked right past, never suspecting I was actually Rose, the world-renowned designer behind a secret fashion empire. I never told him I was the "angel" who dragged his unconscious body from a burning car years ago, the woman he’d been searching for while he ignored the one across the breakfast table. To celebrate my freedom, I had a one-night stand with a stranger in a penthouse, only to wake up and realize the man I’d just slept with was my ex-husband.
Before the ink on our divorce was dry, Eric used his billions to buy my studio, trapping me in a contract that forces me to work for him as a "lowly assistant" or face a fifty-million-dollar penalty.
I watched in silence as a fame-hungry actress paraded around his office wearing my stolen heirloom locket—the only proof of my true identity—claiming she was the mystery woman from his bed. Eric looked right through my frumpy disguise with the same cold indifference he showed his wife, never realizing the woman he was hunting was standing right in front of him.
I couldn't understand how he could be so obsessed with finding a ghost while treating the living woman who saved him like garbage. Why was he so determined to own every piece of Rose while he had spent two years throwing Aislinn away?
"Tell him nothing," I whispered to my reflection as I reapplied the thick foundation that masked my face.
"You're dangerous, Ann Reese," he told me later, his eyes narrowing as he sensed a familiar spark behind my thick glasses.
I adjusted my bun and looked him in the eye, ready to play the long game. He thinks he’s bought my future, but he’s about to find out that Rose doesn’t just design couture—she designs ruins. A Scientist's Revenge: New Life
Modern I removed an intern from an award nomination for stealing my dead sister's research. My husband, Craig, was furious. He chose to defend her, not me.
His rage turned violent. He destroyed my life's work-a cure for Alzheimer's-then shoved me so hard I miscarried our child.
He called me "dramatic" as I bled on the floor.
Then he locked me in our home, a prisoner, forcing me to sign over my patents to his mistress, the woman who drove my sister to suicide. He thought he had broken me, that I was his to control.
But when he tried to humiliate me in the most depraved way imaginable, I saw my chance. I threw myself from a second-story window.
As I lay broken on the ground, watching him rush to his mistress's side, I made a vow. My revenge was just beginning. When Love Collides With Dark Past
Romance For two years, I was in love with a man I only knew as C.L. Our anonymous online relationship was my safe haven from a world that terrified me, built on one simple rule: we would never meet.
That rule shattered with a single text. He was a bestselling author, and his publisher was forcing him on a book tour.
"I need to meet you," he wrote. "I can't do this without you."
My social anxiety spiraled. I broke the only rule I could control and told him we should end it. The next morning, my boss ordered me to deliver files to our company's top client-the notoriously private author, Cristian Lancaster. It was him. My anonymous lover was my boss.
He looked devastated, as if he' d been crying over my message, but he treated me like a stranger. I later found out the truth: he' d known who I was for two years, quietly waiting for me to trust him.
But as our worlds finally collided, a jealous manager saw her chance for revenge. She forced me into a dinner with a dangerous man from my past, a man who drugged my drink and drove me toward a desolate road.
As the car sped into the darkness, I hit record on my phone, realizing this was no longer about saving our love story. It was about saving my life. His Celebrity Mistress's Downfall
Billionaires I gave up my twenty-billion-dollar inheritance and cut ties with my family, all for my boyfriend of five years, Ignatz.
But just as I was about to tell him I was pregnant with our child, he dropped a bombshell.
He needed me to take the fall for his childhood sweetheart, Everleigh. She'd been in a hit-and-run, and her career couldn't handle the scandal.
When I refused and told him about our baby, his face went cold. He told me to terminate the pregnancy immediately.
"Everleigh is the woman I love," he said. "Finding out you're pregnant with my child would destroy her."
He had his assistant schedule the appointment and sent me to the clinic alone. There, the nurse told me the procedure carried a high risk of permanent infertility.
He knew. And he still sent me.
I walked out of that clinic, choosing to keep my child. At that exact moment, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a glowing article announcing that Ignatz and Everleigh were expecting their first child, complete with a photo of his hand resting protectively on her stomach.
My world shattered. Wiping away a tear, I found the number I hadn't called in five years.
"Dad," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I'm ready to come home." Seven Years Gone: A New Me
Romance The first thing I felt was a dull throb, the smell of antiseptic, and the piercing brightness of a hospital room. A nurse informed me I was Olivia Vance, and my husband, Alexander Vance, wasn't there.
Then she mentioned another "accident" and a woman named Sophia, saying, "You'd think a man like him would have better things to do." My nurse, Emily, told me I had a concussion and a fractured wrist, and that she'd seen me a "dozen times" for pulling "stunts to get his attention."
I looked down at a wedding band on my left hand – a cruel joke. I was told it was 2025. My last memory was 2018. Seven missing years. And an unfamiliar face stared back from the reflection-thin, tired, broken. My phone, filled with pictures of a cold mansion, smiling strangers, and a dangerous-looking Alexander Vance, confirmed I was married to him.
Then I found the contract: an agreement signed in 2020 to be his public wife for five years in exchange for a settlement. The term was up. Scrolling through desperate, one-sided texts to him, I found a chilling message from two days ago: "He will never love you. You're just a substitute. He's with me tonight."
A violent memory hit me: a yacht, Sophia Miller's poisonous voice telling me, "He's tired of you, Olivia. You were just a placeholder." Then her hands on my chest, a sudden shove, and the cold water engulfing me. The bruises, the fractured wrist, the aching ribs – all for a stranger I had apparently loved.
My past was a living nightmare, but now, with a blank slate, I knew one thing: I was not bringing that broken woman back. Scarred By a Simple Purchase
Modern The emerald silk dress was my quiet celebration, a well-deserved indulgence after years of hard work. I clicked 'confirm purchase,' a simple act that should have brought joy.
Instead, it launched a nightmare. The boutique owner, a Mr. Thorne, called, accusing me of theft and fraud, claiming a refund request for a dress I never even received.
My world shattered when he weaponized social media, branding me a "THIEF" with my face and workplace plastered online, unleashing a torrent of vitriol that bled into my office, jeopardizing my career.
How could a simple purchase turn into public humiliation, extortion, and the complete destruction of my reputation by a man who was clearly lying? And why was everyone so quick to believe him?
Cornered, abandoned, and facing an ultimatum from my boss, a cold rage ignited within me-I decided then and there, I wouldn't just make this go away; I would burn his carefully constructed world to the ground. A Quiet Sadness Remains
Romance My husband, Ethan, an art history professor, used to call me his muse, claiming the lines of my architectural designs inspired his work.
Then, his voice, once filled with adoration for me, began to brim with passion for Chloe, his new TA-a "brilliant mind" and his latest "muse" with whom he was spending "late nights in the archives."
The faint, floral perfume clinging to his clothes, dismissed as paranoia, solidified when I found his laptop: not Renaissance art, but dozens of photos of Chloe, culminating in a chilling image-Chloe, wearing my silk robe, on our bed, dated just two nights ago when he was supposedly working late.
A sudden, sick curiosity twisted into blinding betrayal, as the sanctuary I designed with such care became a monument to his deceit, turning my perfect partnership into a living lie.
With newfound, icy clarity, I vowed to dismantle the life we' d built, brick by painful brick, and reclaim every piece of myself he had shattered. The Scavenger's Secret: More Than Just Junk
Modern In the Iron Vultures biker club, I was Jennifer Johns, the resident weirdo, the perpetually broke scavenger who couldn't even ride a bike. They called me useless, a charity case.
But then came the Sturgis Gauntlet, a brutal, mandatory rally that threatened to bankrupt us. Suddenly, the club charter was dragged out, revealing my forgotten title: Treasurer. I was forced to go.
On the road, their high-tech bikes overheated, water ran out, and they faced disqualification. I quietly offered up "my junk" – military-grade canteens and custom coolant – saving them. They just looked at me with pity, convinced I was so poor I' d sacrificed my pathetic scrap for them.
When we were ambushed by the Silver Vipers, everyone was knocked out, except for me. I hid, then emerged to tend to them, only for Doc, our medic, to accuse me. "You' re the only one untouched. You set us up, traitor."
They dumped out my canvas sack, expecting to find proof of betrayal. Instead, a pathetic collection of rusty bolts and frayed wires spilled onto the ground. The anger faded, replaced by overwhelming guilt and pity. They believed I was simply a girl so poor I collected garbage to sell online.
They thought I was a loyal but pitiable member, too useless to be anything else. But standing there, watching them see only what they expected, I felt a cold surge of something else. This wasn't pity. This was opportunity. My Ruthless Uncle's Justice
Billionaires My alarm buzzed, a cheerful tune that mocked the dread in my stomach. Today was the day: our family road trip to Vegas. Last time, it was the day I died.
I remembered the screech of tires, shrill against hot asphalt. The sickening crunch of metal, the world swirling upside down. Then, the suffocating smell of gasoline, my own blood. Frank – my father – had orchestrated it all. He'd meticulously sabotaged our car, intent on murdering my mother and me for our organs. His mistress, Jessica, had a dying son, Leo, and we were merely unwilling donors for their twisted scheme.
I gasped, shooting bolt upright in my cramped suburban bedroom. The morning sun streamed through the cheap floral wallpaper, a cruel contrast to the grim reality that had just resurfaced. The gruesome memory of my death, brutally betrayed by my own flesh and blood, washed over me like a tidal wave of ice and raw panic.
My blood ran cold. This wasn't a nightmare; it was today. The same day he planned to carve me up for parts. How could a father, the sworn protector, conceive such a monstrous act for another woman' s child? The sheer injustice, the chilling horror of it, was unbearable, turning my stomach.
But then, the nausea receded, replaced by something cold, hard, and sharp: pure, unyielding rage. I wasn't that naive 19-year-old anymore. I was a ghost with a score to settle. This time, there would be no crash. No organs harvested. This time, they would be the ones to feel pain. The Quiet Assistant's Roar
Modern For five years, I played a part.
I was Ava, the quiet admin assistant.
I lived in a Brooklyn walk-up, deeply in love with my charming boyfriend, Ethan Hayes.
Our life together felt so real, so perfectly normal.
Then, one night, I overheard him.
He called me a "minor asset to be divested."
A low-risk, low-yield stock, ready to be cut loose.
It was for his upcoming merger with Chloe Parker.
He was getting married, and I was just his secret.
His 'simple' comfort to manage.
The crushing blow wasn't just his words, but his fiancé Chloe' s endless DMs.
She taunted me with pictures of their engagement ring and private jet "strategy sessions."
My heart shattered.
Then, during a car crash, his first instinct solidified everything.
He shielded an absent Chloe, not the bleeding me beside him.
He chose his lie over my life.
How could the man who swore he loved me now see me as a disposable asset?
Worth less than a lie?
How could I have so completely misjudged him?
The indignity and calculated cruelty burned through my veins.
They thought I was simple.
They thought I was weak.
But they were about to find out how wrong they were.
I returned home, not to a Brooklyn walk-up.
I returned to AuraSphere.
The multi-billion dollar private equity firm my family owns.
And I was coming for them. Reborn on Mock SAT Day
Young Adult My eyes snapped open to the blare of my alarm, October 17th. Senior year. Mock SAT Day. A familiar, suffocating nightmare.
For a second, I didn' t know where I was, then the cold dread washed over me: I was back. Back to that exact day. The beginning of the end.
I remembered it all: the accusations, Tiffany Hayes' smug face, Chad' s betrayal, my mother' s tears and worsening cough, the crushing weight of a ruined future, my own descent into despair that had culminated in unspeakable suffering.
I had meticulously sabotaged myself this time, purposely failing the mock SAT to avoid repeating history.
But when the scores were posted, Tiffany Hayes had a near-perfect score of 1580.
Even more terrifying, she had replicated my unique, deliberately flawed math solutions-down to a random doodle I' d made. How? How was she inside my head?
This wasn't just cheating; it was invasive, a violation of my very thoughts. No more.
This time, armed with my father' s secret tech empire and a former military intelligence expert Mr. K, I wouldn't be the victim.
I was going to expose her, reclaim my life, and save my family from the nightmare she' d already put us through once. You might like
His Defiant Mate: The Lycan King's Chosen Luna
MAINUMBY I was waiting at the Registry Hall to formalize my mate bond with Gabe, my childhood sweetheart and the Alpha of our pack.
He was thirty-two minutes late.
When I finally found him in a private VIP lounge, his hands were buried in my cousin's hair, their lips locked together.
Hailee was supposed to be my maid of honor.
Instead of apologizing, Gabe looked me dead in the eye and used his Alpha authority to publicly reject me.
The severing of our ten-year bond tore my soul apart, but the nightmare didn't stop there.
My grandfather immediately called, demanding I clean up a mess Hailee had made.
When I refused, he disowned me on the spot, froze every single one of my bank accounts, and stripped me of my family name.
Within hours, my entire pack erased my existence, gleefully announcing Hailee as their new Luna.
I had given my entire life to a family and a man who discarded me like worthless trash the second I became inconvenient.
I was left broken, humiliated, and utterly penniless in the blink of an eye.
But as I stumbled out of that sterile hall, a terrifyingly beautiful stranger stepped out of the shadows, radiating a primal power that made my knees weak.
He was Caden Sinclair, the ruthless Lycan King, and he was dodging a forced political union of his own.
"You need a shield. I need a wife. Marry me."
Without hesitation, I signed the Eternal Vow. From Wolfless Omega To The Rival Alpha's Queen
Jun Shangye For three years, I poured my blood, sweat, and tears into building Blackwood Group for Alec, my Alpha and the man I thought was my mate.
But on the day of our work anniversary, I stood outside his office door and heard him talking with his Beta, shattering my entire world.
"Kay is just a wolfless Omega, useful for paperwork," Alec sneered coldly.
"The bonding ceremony is just a show for the elders. The real Luna, the one who carries the bloodline that matters, is Breanne. I'm transferring all of Kay's core project files to Breanne tomorrow. Let her take the credit."
He even texted me later, telling me to wear a blue dress to the upcoming gala because it made me look "obedient."
I had turned down a Wharton scholarship for this man. I had spent countless nights fixing his mistakes, building his empire, and giving him my youth.
Yet to him, I was nothing but a disposable placeholder, expected to smile and bow while another woman stole my life's work and my place by his side.
The agonizing pain in my chest didn't break me; it forged me into ice.
I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't beg.
Instead, I wiped his servers clean of every strategy I had ever created, left a wax-sealed resignation on his desk, and accepted a job offer from his most ruthless rival. Moon-Born Outcast: The Alpha's Broken Mate
Ghostly Mode Fear follows Alpha Samson wherever he goes. As the ruthless leader of the Blackthorn pack, he and his beast, Savage, bow to no one. But when a haunting scent leads him to a neighboring pack's dungeon, he finds his fated mate-bloody, broken, and chained to the wall.
Alora is a half-wolf, half-witch hybrid falsely accused and left to die. But her abusers made one fatal mistake: they touched the mate of a monster.
Rescued by the fierce Alpha, Alora begins a journey of healing that uncovers a lifetime of lies. She isn't just a survivor; she's a weapon. Together, Samson and Alora will unleash hell on those who wronged her, unearthing dark family secrets and claiming the crown that was stolen from her birth. The Alpha's Discarded Luna
Velvet Piston I was three months pregnant when the car hit me.
Lying there, barely hanging on, I called my husband-Alpha Ethan-over and over. No answer. When I finally woke up from the pain, I saw a post from his first love, Ivy. "Thank you, Alpha, for knowing how scared I am of the dark and staying with me all night. He even cleared his whole schedule today to take me to the auction, just to give me the best gift in the world. I'm so happy!"
Right then, it hit me. While I was fighting to protect our child, he was with another she-wolf. I calmly liked her post and put my phone away.
Since he chose his first love, I chose to let go.
Seven days from now, I'd leave his world for good-with our child. The Luna You Betrayed Is No Longer Yours
Erika002 "This is Virella, my wife."
Three years.
And that was all Alpha Kaelen gave me.
No welcome. No touch. No recognition.
Just another woman at his side, carrying his child.
While I ruled in his absence, I was nothing more than a placeholder. A Luna he never chose.
So I gave up. And I left.
One rejection was all it took to break the bond.
When I returned, I wasn't the Luna he abandoned. I was untouchable, respected, and feared. And no longer his to claim.
Now he watches me like a man drowning...
Because the woman he discarded came back as something far beyond his reach. And this time, I didn't come alone.
The Alpha of Ebonmoon stands beside me, his presence crushing, and his hand firm on my waist...
"Careful, Kaelen," his voice drops, dark with warning. "Rowena isn't yours anymore."
His lips brush my temple, possessively. "She's mine. If you try to take her, I'll end you." Alpha's Regret: The Hybrid's Royal Contract
Lila For years, Elara Park endured being called "half-breed" and "weak blood" at pack meetings. Because she was a hybrid wolf, she trusted Zack Blackwood's sweet promises.
Then he rejected their fated mate bond moments after claiming her body.
Before she could even breathe through the soul-crushing agony, the news was already celebrating his engagement to her vindictive stepsister, Selina. The headlines gushed about their "perfect pureblooded union."
Her mother's call came like a final blow: "Elara, you're twenty-three now. It's time you contributed to the family."
Marry the worthless second son of a prominent Alpha family or lose her father's empire forever. They had her trapped, ready to steal her birthright and leave her powerless.
But as the heartbreak bled out, ice-cold determination took its place.
Elara went to the arranged meeting at the city's most exclusive club, determined to turn her mother's matchmaking scheme to her advantage. She would agree to marriage-but on her own terms.
When she found who she believed was Damian Sterling in the private suite, she cut straight to business: a contract marriage with clear boundaries, separate lives, and a guaranteed escape route.
What she didn't know? The devastatingly dangerous man who'd just signed her contract with a predator's smile wasn't the pathetic playboy she expected.
He was Dominic Wolfe-the Alpha King who'd been relentlessly hunting her for years.
And now, she'd just signed herself over to him completely. The Fake Luna: Marked By The Alpha King
Krystal Contract Marriage+Kickass Heroine+Hidden Identity+Regret
For two long years, Aria Smith devoted everything to Ethan Holt, convinced she was his beloved Luna and his fated mate.
Until a trip to replace her lost marriage certificate shattered every lie.
Ethan had never loved her. Her closest best friend Clara was his real destined mate. The adopted son Aria had raised with all her love for two years was actually their biological child.
Before she could process the brutal truth, a sudden call overturned her whole life. She was not a lonely, powerless human orphan as she had always believed. She was the sole legitimate heir to Vincent Smith's staggering cross-realm fortune, inheriting his massive business empire that dominated both human and werewolf worlds.
Her heart completely broken, Aria made her choice without hesitation.
"I am single. Legally, I have never been anyone's wife."
She cut off all ties with the Silver Creek Pack and stepped into her rightful identity as a billionaire heiress overnight.
Ethan and Clara mocked her relentlessly. They believed the helpless human orphan could never survive outside the pack, and she would soon come crawling back begging for forgiveness.
They never foresaw the day they met again.
When Aria returned, she was no longer the humble, gentle human Luna who lived for Ethan. She stood powerful, wealthy, and untouchable, holding unmatched commercial power that shook the entire werewolf realm.
And right by her side stood a dominant, peerless Alpha King-someone far more powerful than Ethan could ever dare to rival, ready to burn the whole world down for her revenge. The Forbidden Mate: Claimed By My Ex's Alpha Uncle
Amigo After four years of playing the perfect girlfriend, my wealthy boyfriend publicly humiliated me for a rich heiress.
He sneered that I was just a poor Omega who couldn't survive without his money.
"You're not going anywhere without my permission."
I didn't cry or beg. I simply packed my single suitcase, blocked his number, and walked out into the night to reclaim my life.
That same evening, I ended up saving a dangerously handsome stranger bleeding out in a dive bar restroom.
I thought I had finally escaped that toxic world to focus on my career as a top heart surgeon.
But a week later, my ex's grandmother suffered a massive heart attack, and his desperate family dragged me back to the hospital to save her.
After the grueling surgery, my ex's mother tried to force us back together, while my ex glared at me with pure contempt.
I was about to reject them all when the terrifying Alpha King-my ex's ruthless uncle-stepped out of the shadows.
My blood ran cold. His piercing blue eyes were unmistakable. He was the bleeding stranger from the bar.
I thought he would simply thank me and let me walk away.
"From this moment on, Dr. Freeman will reside at the Manor."
He didn't ask. He commanded it in front of the entire family, completely ignoring my ex's shock.
Before I could even protest, his men were already at my new apartment, packing up my life.
I had just escaped my ex's gilded cage, only to be trapped by the King himself. 
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