The wolfless girl who took her stepsister's blame returns: I demand what's rightfully mine

Chapter 7

Word Count: 757 | Released on: 07/07/2026

ty he was about to lose. "Arthur, pull up Elara Vance's account. Now.

r end of the line, followed by the

hear the blood pounding in my own

nuckles white. Marcus's brow was furrowed; even he seemed

nged with confusion. "According to the sys

oze on his face. "What do y

ll five-year transaction history. Not a single cent has been deposited int

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the money go?" he yelled into the phone. "The budget

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"the records show that for the past five years, the fu

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arm, real tears, for once, streaming down her face. "I didn't know.

er off. He looked at the weeping girl he had

bling with the first cracks of a shatter

rage, but he was trapped. He couldn't deny

money out there," she stammered, the excuse pathetic and obscene. "And

h disappointment. "A young woman, spent five years alone in

h and fairness, lay in glittering shards on the f

was so proud of, the justice he believed t

ly branded a "gold-digging leech." Standing there in my cl

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e phone. "Arthur Foster! Who gave you the autho

the knife. "The Alpha's heir, sir. He com

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The wolfless girl who took her stepsister's blame returns: I demand what's rightfully mine

Alma Werewolf

“After five years of grueling exile in the wilderness, I was finally brought back to my wealthy werewolf family. But my return wasn't a reunion; it was a carefully staged humiliation. My brother forced me into his luxury car, mocking my worn-out clothes, while my parents shoved me into a dusty storage room the moment I arrived at the pack's grand gala. They publicly branded me a greedy, wolfless failure and accused me of begging for money to fund a lavish lifestyle. I didn't argue. I simply had the pack accountant reveal the truth in front of all the elite guests. For five years, my entire survival allowance had been secretly redirected to my adopted sister, Isabelle, doubling her wealth while I starved. My brother, who once cruelly mocked me for begging for community college tuition, collapsed in guilt when I pulled out my Valedictorian ID from the legendary Blackwood University. For years, I survived on tap water and studied in freezing public libraries, all because my mother forced me to take the fall for Isabelle's crimes. I didn't understand why they hated me so much, until the servants rolled out a massive, multi-tiered cake under a bright spotlight. "Happy Birthday, Isabelle." This wasn't my welcome home party. I was just a prop to make their perfect family look merciful. Looking at their pale, terrified faces, my last illusion of family completely shattered. They thought exposing their financial abuse was my ultimate revenge. But they were wrong. This was only the interest, and I was finally ready to collect the principal.”