Playboy Alpha and His Contract Mate

Sir, She's Gone With Their Daughter And Never Returns

Leanora Tanouye

My four-year-old daughter was dying of leukemia, waiting desperately for a bone marrow transplant. I begged my billionaire husband to just call the registry or visit her, but he claimed he was too busy with board meetings to care. Until the hospital informed me that my daughter's life-saving bone marrow had been suddenly reallocated to another patient. When I walked down the VIP hallway, I found my husband. He wasn't at a board meeting. He was gently peeling an apple, playing the loving father to his widowed mistress's daughter. When my pale, sick daughter called out for him, he instinctively stepped back in disgust. I later discovered the mistress had bribed the hospital to swap the registry numbers, stealing my daughter's marrow for her own child. When I demanded a divorce, my husband laughed in my face. "You haven't worked a day in four years. You're a purchased asset. You don't get to walk away." He threatened to freeze my accounts, assuming I would be starving on the streets and begging to come back. His family and the mistress publicly mocked my background, waiting for me to be utterly humiliated. They thought I was just a useless, penniless housewife who relied entirely on his last name to survive. They didn't know I never needed a single cent of his money. I packed my bags, took my daughter, and made a single phone call. Three days later, at his family's elite banquet, my husband waited to see me beg. Instead, the most powerful corporate magnate in North America walked right past him, bowed to me at a perfect ninety-degree angle, and spoke. "Welcome back to the throne, Madam."

Billionaires Cold love Divorce Arrogant Drama Hidden Identities Billionaire

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Emily's POV

"Farm!" The Task Giver's ugly voice rang.

It's like the seventh time he'd decided another girl's fate. And Zyna wasn't just some girl. She was my friend, at least we were quite close in the Groomers school. It's just a posh name for a place they schooled orphans.

I heard my heart thud in my ears. I kept praying and hoping that mine would turn out differently.

I quite enjoyed sciences, I can't be doomed to a life on the Crestview farm.

"This one," He looked up at me from behind his huge mahogany desk. The man opened his teeth to reveal a very scary set with prolonged canines.

I shivered, hoping in vain that they would not smell my fear.

But the laughter that they burst into confirmed it. I was so scared, I almost pissed my pants.

"What's your name?" He asked me.

"Emily." I replied, looking away.

"What's your wolf name?" He asked, getting pissed.

I adjusted my stance and said the name I'd carefully kept a secret for as long as I discovered it on my necklace, the one thing I have from my mom who's image gets more blurry as the day goes by. "Vynara, Vynara Baron." I said, managing to get the words out before I choked on them.

"Baron?" Task Giver asked, looking up. I knew I had something like an oath with bad luck, but I honestly didn't think it was this bad. Why is he paying special attention to me?! I kept asking myself,

While he looked me up and down like a strange specie, I let my eyes wander his office. It was a very big room in the school. The biggest, even larger than our induction hall.

The only ceremony that was ever held was the one the little orphans had when they were scouted from all around Crestview.

It's a big city with three major wolf packs, equally strong and unable to take out each other, and so they all lived in faux unity.

"Is she mute?" He asked, glaring at me.

"No sir." I replied quickly.

"She's a dreamer." A man who stood right next to him said. "The Mistress says so." He added

I shot him a nasty look, which earned a feral assault on my cheeks.

I gasped in shock and pain, but held my tears back.

The Task Giver sucked his teeth, while indecently looking me up and down.

"How old are you?" He asked.

"Old enough to see my mark." I replied to him.

"I'm assuming you have?" He asked, looking strangely at me. But it was forgivable, I did give a strange answer.

"No." I replied to him, smiling.

It was no longer a thing of sadness being a wolf without a wolf mark.

I hadn't had my first shift yet, but I knew to expect it in the next three years, and I had a very big hunch that I'd have a big, bad, beautiful wolf.

"We'll send this one to the Damon palace." The Task Givers smiled very sinisterly.

"Why?" The man who had the most annoying input I'd ever heard earlier, asked him.

"She is just what they deserve." He said. "And I hear they are in need of a new maid."

"What happened to the old one?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"She died." He smiled again.

And against what he'd have imagined, I smiled back. They weren't gonna see my fears.

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