Jin Yi
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Bankrupting The Alpha: The Rejected Mate's Ultimate Payback
Werewolf On the tarmac, the wind was cold, but my husband’s rejection was freezing.
"You aren't coming on the jet," Jackson said, adjusting the diamond cufflinks I had bought him.
He pointed to the stairs where his mistress, Amber, stood wearing a silk dress I had commissioned for myself.
"Amber is frail. She needs the comfort of the private cabin. I booked you a commercial flight. It leaves in three hours."
He shoved an envelope into my hand. Economy. Middle seat. Two layovers.
I stood there, the Luna of the pack, being told to fly cargo while a Rogue took my seat on the Gulfstream G650 'I' had paid for.
My mother-in-law even chimed in, clutching the designer bag I bought her, claiming my "healer energy" was too stressful for their precious guest.
Jackson blocked our telepathic bond, took his mistress's hand, and the door hissed shut in my face.
He thought he was the Alpha. He thought he held the power because I had let him play the part for five years.
But he forgot one tiny detail: his name wasn't on the trust fund.
As the jet taxied away, I didn't cry. I pulled out my phone and dialed my personal banker.
"Dr. Hogan?"
"Cancel the flight plan," I said, my voice steady. "Revoke their clearance. Ground the jet at the first refueling stop. And cut the credit lines. All of them."
"All of them, Ma'am? The pack accounts?"
"Everything," I whispered, watching the plane lift off. "Let's see how the Alpha survives without my wallet." After Betrayal, I Found My Family
Romance My mother was dying. My fiancé was sleeping with my sister. My father had frozen the only money that could save her.
At the hospital, the final notice for my mother's $75,000 medical bill burned in my hand. I tried to access her trust fund, her last hope, but my father had frozen it. Weeks ago, I'd found my fiancé Colby in bed with my half-sister Anabel, plotting to use me.
Now, Anabel called, inviting me to celebrate her engagement to Colby. At the Waldorf Astoria, she flaunted her diamond, making a public spectacle of my humiliation. My father, siding with them, coldly dismissed my pleas, leaving my mother’s life hanging by a thread.
Stripped of everything by my own family, a top Johns Hopkins student was now forced to abandon pride. I applied for a private caregiver job, a desperate gamble for the $50,000 advance that could save my mother. The catch: a silent, traumatized child, a demanding, mysterious employer, and a forbidden third floor. This wasn’t just a job; it was a battle for survival, and I would fight. The True Heiress Leaves The Billionaire
Billionaires Calista was the despised wife of billionaire Jett Holder, humiliated daily for not producing an heir. Even her biological parents treated her like garbage, giving all their love to their adopted daughter, Kassandra.
At a high-society gala, Kassandra maliciously framed Calista by slapping her own face in the restroom.
Without asking a single question, Calista's biological father shoved her into a marble wall, cracking her skull open.
Bleeding and unconscious, she was saved by a passing surgeon.
But when Jett saw another man holding her, he didn't care about her severe head trauma. He violently dragged her away, tearing her fresh stitches.
He threw a check at her blood-stained face.
"Go beg Kassandra for forgiveness. If she doesn't forgive you by sunrise, you're getting divorce papers."
Calista stared at the man she had slept next to for three years, her heart finally shattering into dust.
She didn't understand why her own family would rather see her dead, or why her husband blindly protected a venomous liar while treating her like a disease.
Sitting in the hospital bed, her best friend handed her a sleek black card for Manhattan's top divorce attorney.
A powerful surgeon had also offered her the resources to completely disappear.
Looking at the torn check on the floor, the freezing numbness in her chest turned into a spark of rebellion.
She wasn't going back to that house; she was going to make all of them pay. Fake Vows, Real Love: The CEO's Wife
Modern For three years, I hid my identity as a billionaire heiress to build a life with the man I loved. I gave up everything to support Ben's career, believing we were creating a future together from the ground up.
The day before our engagement, I overheard him with his boss, Haylie. He called me a "stepping stone," a poor, simple girl he was using to climb the corporate ladder and get closer to her.
He laughed about our "humble" life and mocked the silver ring on my finger, calling it a necessary prop. He was sleeping with her, taking credit for the multi-million dollar deal I secretly engineered, and saw my love as a naive distraction.
The man I sacrificed my entire world for saw me as less than nothing. My love didn't just die; it turned into ice-cold rage.
So I walked out of his life and straight into the arms of my family's biggest rival.
He offered me a deal I couldn't refuse.
"Marry me," Jaxson Banks said with a smirk. "And together, we'll burn their world to the ground." The Mute Bride Is The Secret Mastermind
Modern I was the titan of Wall Street until an indictment and an ankle monitor turned my penthouse into a gilded cage. To save face, I was forced into a marriage with Elza, a "mute" girl from the Schmidt family whom I treated as nothing more than a silent piece of furniture while my empire crumbled.
The night I was poisoned at a high-society gala, a mysterious server in an oversized uniform saved my life with terrifying, clinical precision. They disappeared into the night, leaving me with a silver cufflink and a burning obsession to find the shadow who held my life in their hands.
Back home, I took my frustration out on Elza, telling her she was "exhausting to look at" and "smelled like sickness" after her charity visits. Her own family treated her like a stray dog, trying to humiliate her at the next gala by dressing her in what they claimed was a cheap knockoff while whispering to the press that she was nothing but a high-end escort.
"Stay out of my way," I would growl at her, never noticing the steel in her eyes.
I sat at my table, watching my rivals' stocks plummet and wondering who "The Zero"-the legendary financial ghost-really was. I never suspected that the woman I ignored was the same one solving the equations that were currently burning Manhattan to the ground.
The injustice peaked when Elza stood before the city's elite, not as a victim, but as a queen. She dropped over a hundred million dollars to buy back her family's legacy, revealing a secret fortune that made my own empire look like pocket change.
As I grabbed her wrist and saw the small red mole hidden beneath her watch, the truth hit me like a physical blow. The silent wife I had despised was the savior I had been hunting, and she was finally done playing the victim.
"We have a lot to talk about, wife," I whispered, realizing I had been sleeping next to the most dangerous woman in the world. Love's Betrayal, A Genius Undone
Modern It was supposed to be my graduation celebration, a dinner hosted by my best friends.
Brandon, our class president, raised a glass to me, "The quiet genius."
But their smiles felt like traps, and when Chloe, my fiancée, squeezed my arm, her touch was cold, her perfume reeked of secrets.
Then I saw it-a text on Chloe' s phone from Brandon: "The laxatives are in the sauce for everyone else. Just make sure he doesn't leave."
My celebratory dinner wasn't a party; it was a setup to frame me, leave me with a massive bill, and ruin my future.
When I tried to leave, they blocked the exit, and Brandon, with a triumphant smirk, snatched my backpack.
He pulled out my sealed Stanford acceptance letter and scholarships, then ripped them to shreds, letting the confetti of my future flutter to the floor.
Before I could process the devastation, they dragged me, screaming, into a dark, windowless utility closet-a cruel echo of a childhood nightmare Chloe herself had orchestrated.
The walls closed in, and I gasped for air, panic seizing me as their laughter mocked me from outside.
"We'll let you out when you learn some respect," Brandon' s voice taunted.
How could these people, my supposed best friends, my fiancée, plot such a cruel, calculated destruction of my life?
Why did they hate me so much?
Clutching my phone, I knew I couldn't just survive; I had to fight back, not with their petty cruelty, but with every weapon I had.
This wasn't a prank; it was a war, and I was just getting started. Unraveling A Family's Poison
Modern The soft glow of fairy lights was supposed to mark a perfect first birthday for our daughter, Lily, in the grand living room of the Vance mansion.
Then the front door burst open, and in walked Brenda, the nanny we' d just fired, her face a mask of bitter resentment.
"Quite the party," she sneered, "A party for my granddaughter."
My husband, Liam, stiffened beside me, while I tried to process her insane claim: granddaughter?
"Brenda, what are you doing here?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly. "You need to leave. Now."
"This is my son' s house, after all," she declared, pointing at Liam, "Liam is my son. My long-lost son."
My mind reeled at the absurdity, as she brazenly twisted reality.
She then called me a "gold digger" and the "help," her words dripping with venom.
Before I could even respond, her hand shot out, slapping me across the face with a painful crack.
Liam roared, grabbing her, "Don' t you ever touch my wife again! Get out of my house!"
But Brenda simply smiled, unhinged, before her son Ethan and his thuggish friends appeared, a silent, menacing reinforcement.
"This is my real family," she declared, "And we' re here to stay."
She pulled out a faded photo of herself with a young Richard Vance, Liam's father, announcing, "This is the proof! Richard was there, he knows the truth!"
She spun a wild tale of a secret baby swap at the hospital, claiming Richard stole Liam from her.
Then, Eleanor Vance, Liam' s formidable grandmother, descended the stairs, proclaiming, "Brenda is telling the truth. Liam, she is your birth mother."
She denounced my mother-in-law, Lisa, as "too plain" and "not our kind," commanding Liam to "honor your true mother."
She dismissed my marriage, declaring, "This family needs a proper heir, from a proper woman!"
My plea for a DNA test was met with her furious command, "You will be silent! You are a guest in this house, and you have no standing here!"
Eleanor then turned to Brenda, giving her an order, "Put her in her place!"
As Ethan and his friends pinned Liam, Brenda advanced on me, her eyes gleaming.
She slapped me again, harder, sending me crashing to the floor, my wrist screaming in pain.
Lily' s terrified wail pierced the air, and Brenda snapped, "Shut that brat up."
My blood ran cold as she approached my daughter, pulling a dark vial from her pocket.
She forced a few drops of dark liquid onto Lily' s tongue, casually stating, "It' s just a little something to help her sleep."
Lily' s cries choked off, her body went limp, eyes fluttering shut.
A primal, icy fear seized me; my daughter was silent, still. Her Toxic Love, My Masterpiece
Romance For three years, my Nashville apartment was a vibrant storm of Jenny' s laughter and music, a shared dream with my girlfriend.
But on our anniversary, the silence screamed louder than any note when her text popped up: "Jenny Smith has blocked you."
It was Caleb, her narcissistic best friend, throwing another tantrum, and I was the sacrificial lamb again.
I thought I knew the script-her swift unblock, the empty apologies, the constant cycle of her choosing him over me.
Then, on my birthday, Jenny dropped to one knee, a beautiful Gibson guitar in her hand, proposing right in front of our entire social circle.
Suddenly, Caleb' s shrill voice tore through the room from her phone, berating her for daring to get engaged without his "blessing."
Without a second thought, she snatched the holy grail guitar back from my hands and declared, "The party's over!" leaving me humiliated and empty-handed.
The next day, Caleb posted a video of him smashing a replica of that very guitar, calling it "trash," followed by Jenny gifting him a diamond-inlaid one, saying, "My girl knows who really matters."
How could someone who claimed to love me treat me like collateral damage, over and over, all for the approval of a spoiled, vindictive man-child?
I blocked them all, packed my battered guitar, and called Sylvia Hewitt, the legendary producer, ready for a new beginning. His Secret Son, My Lost Child
Romance My maternity leave was almost over, and registering my newborn daughter, Lily, at the Social Security office was supposed to be a simple, routine step, given the new "Family Unity Act' s" strict one-child policy.
But the clerk' s words hit me like a blow: "The SSN for your family has already been issued, for a boy named Ryan Todd. Registered by your husband."
Ryan, the son of Sabrina, Matthew' s 'friend' whose husband died. My perfect life shattered.
My husband, Matthew, the man I loved, had sacrificed our daughter' s future, dedicating her only slot to another child, an act that condemned Lily to state custody by her first birthday.
When I confronted him, he dismissed my pain as "selfish," then his hand lashed out, leaving my cheek stinging and my heart aching.
Seeking answers, I went to his office, only to find him openly intimate with Sabrina, who then gaslit me, implying Lily wasn't his, a lie Matthew instantly embraced.
Branded "crazy" and thrown out, my marriage, my love, my hope for a family, all died in that moment.
But as I left, one chilling thought remained: I wouldn't let them win. I would save my daughter, even if it meant doing it alone. Second Life, New Rules
Fantasy My first life ended with the smell of cheap whiskey, a throbbing leg, and the bitter irony of my ex-wife' s golden boy getting the scholarship that should have been mine. I died alone, broke, and knowing I was a failure in the eyes of my kids and the woman I' d sacrificed everything for.
Then, I woke up. The sun was hot on my face, the air thick with popcorn, and I was nineteen again, in my football uniform, standing on the side of the road. It was the homecoming parade, the exact moment my life had been destroyed.
I saw Sabrina Johns, the town' s golden girl, laughing on the wobbly float. In my past life, I' d heroically saved her from that collapsing monstrosity, letting it crush my leg and shatter my future. That act of self-sacrifice led to a lifetime of misery, a marriage fueled by her guilt and my ruined dreams. She' d always despised me, painting me as a cripple who trapped her.
To my dying breath, I thought saving her was the beginning of our tragic story. I never knew my future was already stolen, my dreams already dead, long before the float ever fell. Did my sacrifice even matter? What twisted game was this?
This time, as the float lurched and the giant hornet head tilted, I didn't move forward. I stepped back. I was back, and this time, things would be different. His Uncle's Wife: A Second Chance at Love
Romance Sarah Prescott, once left heartbroken at the altar, finally found peace. She lived a serene life on the sprawling Prescott estate, a beloved wife to Arthur Prescott Sr., and a devoted mother to their two-year-old son, Cody.
Then, like a ghost from a past she' d buried, Ethan Prescott Jr. swaggered back. Her ex-fiancé, the man who' d vanished hours before their wedding, stood there with a heavily pregnant woman, ready to reclaim his perceived territory.
He expected tears, or pathetic pining. He smirked, announcing his new wife, Ronnie, and their coming "heir," then condescendingly offered Sarah a pittance to remain. But his arrogance quickly dissolved as Sarah introduced Cody, her son, who bore the undeniable Prescott eyes.
Ethan' s smug face contorted in disbelief. "Whose child is that?" he stammered, demanding answers. How could she have moved on, let alone with Artie? The commanding patriarch now stood declaring with steely resolve: "Sarah is my wife. And Cody is our son."
The revelation shattered Ethan's world. The woman he'd discarded was now the lady of the house, his uncle's wife, and mother to his heir's half-brother. Stripped of everything, Ethan faces a brutal new reality, setting off a dangerous chain of events he never saw coming. His Cruelty, Her Crown
Xuanhuan For generations, my family bore a strange, ancient burden: the Karmic Concord, an ethereal tether binding one Hayes woman to a destructive "catalyst." For me, it was Julian Thorne, a man born to inflict torment.
I silently understood that each public humiliation, every calculated cruelty he dealt, was a necessary cut, a step towards my ultimate soul's liberation.
But his games grew crueler; after forcing me on a grueling, body-breaking trek for his superficial girlfriend, he then, without blinking, bruised and twisted my already injured leg in a remote hospital, publicly accusing me of theft.
Left in agony, he abandoned me, only to reappear with an unthinkable demand: my healthy kidney, to save his dying lover, Brynn.
His offer-a grotesque marriage, a lifetime of "care" under his thumb, knowing my own health would be shattered-felt like an insult after so much already endured, and for a bond that had just begun to loosen its grip.
How could one man possess such audacious cruelty, expecting not just my spirit, but my very body, as payment for his desires, for a life linked to a lie?
Yet, shivering, broken, and coerced into a cold storage cell to await his will, a profound, luminous dream broke through: a divine revelation that sacrificing a part of myself, not for him, but by my own choosing, was the true, final path to complete spiritual ascension. The Cost of Their Lies
Modern I woke up in my own bed, my familiar floral comforter, my slightly messy room.
The sun was too bright, and a wave of nausea hit me.
Then, Jessica’s sickeningly sweet voice drifted from the kitchen, "Emily? You up?"
My digital clock flashed 7:32 AM, April 12th – the day before my world ended.
Just then, Jessica appeared, her smile too wide, wanting to borrow my Mustang for the Desert Bloom festival.
The image of my beautiful car, mangled, a body on the asphalt, flashed before my eyes.
Last time, I’d been blind to her manipulative ways, handing over the keys to my dream car.
She drove it drunk, killed an innocent man, then, with my boyfriend Mike’s help, used my own driver’s license to frame me.
My denials were useless against their calculated lies and her fake tears.
I was abandoned, accused, then dragged from my apartment by the victim’s son and his crew.
They left me broken on the side of the highway, my body never recovered.
The phantom pain echoed through my limbs, the memory of her betrayal and my agonizing death so vivid, so raw.
How was I back?
Why was I here, staring at these two people who orchestrated my destruction, their faces masks of innocence?
A choking rage, hot and living, simmered within me.
But this time, my eyes were wide open, and my voice was steady as I said the single, defiant word that would change everything: “No.”
This time, they wouldn’t get away with it. The Twin Who Stole Tomorrow
Horror I woke up to the hum of the office lights, keyboards clattering.
This was my desk at Visionary Films.
I was alive, and it was October 14th – the day before everything went to hell.
Last time, my identical twin sister Jessica stole my script, getting me accused of plagiarism, leading to my parents disowning me and my career's ruin.
It ended with my death at the hands of a crazed fan.
Now, I was inexplicably back, but the horror was far from over.
I soon realized Jessica didn't just steal finished work; she could pluck ideas straight from my mind, instantly.
Even a simple drawing, conceived moments before, would appear on her social media, claimed as her own.
My entire creative future was being systematically looted by this parasitic twin.
How could she reach into my thoughts, my unformed dreams, and claim them?
The injustice burned, the confusion maddened me.
This wasn't just sibling rivalry; it was a soul-sucking tether.
Desperate, I fled LA, burning every piece of my work.
But a frantic phone call from Jessica revealed her creative well had run dry without me.
This led me to Mama Martha, who confirmed a dark Hoodoo binding: a cursed doll, made with my essence, stealing my life force.
Now, armed with a powerful gris-gris bag, I'm back.
I'm ready to expose her and shatter the source of her stolen talent on the biggest stage imaginable. 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. 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. 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. The Alpha King's Defiant Hidden Princess
Xiao Song Shu I died once before, framed for a murder that never happened.
I am Princess Fiona Avery of the Blackwood Pack, forced by my father into a political union with Bowen Mayer, heir to a powerful house. In my first life, my husband's mistress faked a pregnancy, accused me of pushing her into a lake, and watched as I was condemned as a murderer. I spent my final days in a mental ward, broken and drugged, until a lethal injection silenced me forever.
But the dead don't always stay dead.
I opened my eyes on the very day it all went wrong. My tea was still laced with sedative. My husband's footsteps were already pounding down the hall. His weeping mistress was ready to play her part.
This time, I don't beg. I don't cry. I don't kneel.
I summon the ruthless Gamma of the royal Shadow Guard. I demand the pack doctor examine his precious lover-right here, in front of everyone. I stake my life on a wager I know I cannot lose.
They think I'm still the weak, wolfless princess they once destroyed.
They have no idea what I've become. 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 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." From Hidden Scars to Lycan Queen
Shirlee Melnick For sixteen years, I was the cherished noble lady of the Powers Werewolf Manor, spoiled and treasured by everyone around me. But a sudden truth shattered everything I had-I was not of Powers bloodline.
After the truth came out, all the love and favor that once belonged to me was completely taken away. The Lord and Lady Powers poured all their tenderness on Corie, their long-lost biological daughter.
For Corie's sake, the people who had once doted on me stood by coldly as she framed me and got me wrongfully accused of crimes. They stripped me of my noble status and exiled me to the brutal Blackore Mines, where I was enslaved for three entire years. No one cared for me, no one asked after my wellbeing.
Three years passed in the blink of an eye. The Powers couple, who had abandoned me cruelly, came crying to me to repent. "Kara, we were wrong. Come home with us."
My arrogant and domineering elder brother Aden knelt outside my small cottage all night, begging me in a low, humble voice. "Kara, can you forgive me?"
Derrick came to me covered in fresh, hideous unhealed scars, worn out from endless hardships. His eyes were filled with nothing but regret and longing. "Kara, I'm sorry. Be my mate again."
But my heart had died long ago, buried in those endless dark torments and repeated desperate disappointments over the three years. Feel anything for them? I let out a cold laugh. My heart had long withered and turned to dust, without a shred of warmth left.
Later, I met someone who loved me wholeheartedly and unconditionally. He protected me at all costs and gave me a peaceful, joyful life I had never had before.
Watching me live a happy and stable life, all those who had hurt and wronged me could only stand far away, too timid to take a single step closer.
Drowned in remorse and cowardice, they lived in fear that one day, they would even lose the right to watch me from afar for the rest of their lives. 
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