Billionaire werewolf

if I would ever be able to escape. The realization hit me like

n't help but feel like a bird in a gilded cage. The opulence surrounding me was

with pride. "You'll have everything you need right here. A studi

ations. This was my new reality, a life o

y sanctuary, my happy place. But even here, surrounded by canv

y that made my skin crawl. I knew I had to keep my distance, t

at escape wasn't an option. I was tied to Ethan

. I poured my emotions onto the canvas, creating a

laim my life, to break free from Ethan's grasp. But

, my escape. Ethan respected my boundaries, giving me space to work, bu

io, his eyes fixed on my latest piece. "Ava, this is incredib

praise unsettling. "Thank you,"

ocating. "I have a gala to attend th

is arm candy, a trophy wife. "I don'

ing with a hint of steel. "You're my wife,

bound by our contract, and I knew I had to play al

nt. I'll have Rachel help you prepare.

a prisoner in his world, a world of wealth and privilege. But I kne

er preparing a doll for display. Ethan's words echoed in my mind, "You're my wife, Ava. It

egance, my dress a work of art, my hair styled to perfection. Ethan's ey

splay for all to see. The room was a sea of faces, each one a stranger, each

edom, a sense of empowerment. I was no longer just Ava, the artist, but Ava, the wif

s. He was watching me, his gaze burning with an intensity that made

n, and what did

gaze piercing through the crowd. I felt a sense of unease, like he could see rig

hter, but the stranger's eyes kept drawing me back. It was

o the balcony, the city lights twinkling below. The

voice low and urgent

a possessive gesture. "I don't t

"You don't know what you've gotten your

ppeared into the night, leaving m

n myself into? And why did I feel

en to him, Ava. He's just a jealous rival." But I co