Bound By The Alpha’s Mark His Whore

Once The Foolish Wife, Now His Eternal Obsession

Calla Rhodes

For three years, Cathryn and her husband Liam lived in a sexless marriage. She believed Liam buried himself in work for their future. But on the day her mother died, she learned the truth: he had been cheating with her stepsister since their wedding night. She dropped every hope and filed for divorce. Sneers followed-she'd crawl back, they said. Instead, they saw Liam on his knees in the rain. When a reporter asked about a reunion, she shrugged. "He has no self-respect, just clings to people who don't love him." A powerful tycoon wrapped an arm around her. "Anyone coveting my wife answers to me."

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Lila Hart's POV

Do not flinch. Do not fold. Do not fall apart.

That had been my inner chant for the last ten minutes, ever since I stepped into the boardroom of Vale Industries, a room so sterile and cold it could have been a crime scene. Maybe it was. Maybe this was where dreams came to die.

I clutched the strap of my vintage leather bag as I sat at the long marble table. Across from me, Jaxon Vale leaned back in his seat like a man who owned time. Which, technically, he did. My time. My company. My fate.

"Lila Hart," he said, with a voice so smooth it nearly cloaked the venom beneath it. "I expected you to cancel."

"I almost did," I said, forcing my spine to remain upright. "But then I remembered cowards do not build empires."

His lips quirked, just slightly. "Neither do martyrs."

He slid a folder across the table. I stared at it like it was radioactive. Because in many ways, it was. A single signature would change everything.

My fashion label, HARTLINE, had grown from nothing but sketches and grit. But over the last six months, the cracks had deepened, investors pulled out, collections delayed, and whispers of bankruptcy lingered like smoke. Vale Industries had swept in like a lifeboat.

Except now, it felt more like a leash.

"You will maintain creative control," Jaxon said, tapping the document. "Your name stays. Your team stays. But operations, funding, and distribution go through my board."

"So I become a puppet."

"You become a partner. With power. And twelve months to save your vision. Or walk away."

I swallowed. I wanted to say no. Walk out with my pride intact and my company in flames.

But I had built HARTLINE with blood. I would not bury it out of pride.

I signed.

Jaxon did not smile. He only nodded. "Good. You will report directly to me. Starting now."

The elevator ride down from that high-rise felt more like free fall. I tried to remind myself this was temporary. A means to an end.

But when I opened my phone, a message from Eva, my best friend and business manager, flashed on screen:

You signed?? Without telling me?? Lila what have you done.

I could not answer. Because I did not know.

That night, I sat in my studio apartment, surrounded by swatches of silk and satin, wondering when survival had begun to taste like surrender. My fingers moved on instinct, sketching silhouettes in my worn notebook.

And then a knock shattered the quiet.

I opened the door to find Jaxon Vale.

"What are you doing here?"

He held up a sleek black flash drive. "You missed something in the contract. A clause. One that cannot wait until morning."

Suspicion crawled down my spine. "You came here. Personally. To deliver a flash drive?"

"I do not delegate certain matters. May I?"

Against my better judgment, I let him in.

He moved through my studio like he already knew every corner. Like he had been here before in another life.

I plugged the flash drive into my laptop. A single folder blinked on screen. Project Phoenix.

"What is this?"

"My father's legacy. And now, yours."

Inside were confidential blueprints, tech schematics, and something else, a file labeled HARTLINE-DEEP.