All My Four Brothers Loved Me
I, initially a fake heiress in the Goden family, returns to the Navis family. I faces various challenges, including conflicts with the real daughter of the Goden Elizebeth and my followers at school.
Later on,I discover my family is really reach, and my four brothers Mathew, Nill, and Daniel and even Sam from Goden family all loved me.
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Chapter 1
I am the most blatantly fake daughter of the alpha one could ever imagine.
Even in the tender years of my childhood, I, with all the earnestness a young pup could muster, had tried to make the heedless alpha of the Shadowclaw Pack, the venerable old man David, see the truth.
"I don't look like you at all, not even a little bit."
But David Goden merely waved it off, chalking it up to some quirk of poor genetic inheritance.
The thought that I might have been switched at birth never even remotely crossed his mind.
The real daughter of the alpha is crouched on the floor, her shoulders heaving with sobs.
David Goden's face is a mask of utter helplessness, his eyes darting between the two of us, searching for some solution that seems eternally out of reach.
Frank Goden, meanwhile, stands to the side.
As I take in this scene, my mind races, calculating every possible aspect of the life that awaits me back in the Navis Pack.
"Alice," David Goden finally breaks the oppressive silence.
"You can stay here at home for now. If you need anything, anything at all, just come directly to me."
He says this as he gently places a hand on the real daughter's trembling shoulder, trying to offer her some semblance of comfort. After he finishes arranging her immediate situation, his gaze swivels towards me.
I give a curt nod.
"Understood. I'll gather my things and be out of your hair in no time." "That's not what I meant!" David Goden exclaims.
"I've delved into the state of the Navis Pack. It's in a sorry condition, barely scraping by. You'll be tossed into a maelstrom of hardship if you return. Alice, why don't you just stay and-"
I cut him off with a firm shake of my head, a bittersweet smile playing on my lips.
"There's no need. I'm going home."
To be brutally honest, my connection with David Goden has always been tenuous at best.
My mother, may her spirit run free in the wilds, passed away when I was but a youngling.
And ever since then, this man, my supposed father, has been consumed by pack affairs. His presence at home has been as fleeting as a shadow in the moonlight.
As for my younger brother, Sam Goden... I turn my eyes towards him, only to find his gaze fixed far away, lost in some private reverie.
I give a resigned shrug.
We had a vicious fight not long ago.
In a strange way, it's a relief that I'm leaving like this.
David Goden steps closer. "Are you absolutely certain?"
I nod resolutely.
I am Alice Goden, or rather, I should now be called Alice Navis.
As the train chugs towards the northern reaches of the Navis Pack, the world outside my window undergoes a startling transformation.
The once - vibrant landscapes of the Shadowclaw Pack territory, filled with bustling marketplaces and well - maintained homes, fade away. In their place, a desolate expanse unfolds.
There are no signs of the grand commercial centers that thrive in the more prosperous packs.
Instead, empty lots overgrown with wild, thorny bushes and dilapidated, abandoned buildings line the way.
I sit in my seat, gripping the armrests tightly as the train lurches from side to side.
As I take in this forlorn sight, a strange thought occurs to me. Perhaps here, I can plant a small garden, tend to the flowers and herbs, and live a life of simple tranquility.
Finally, the train comes to a shuddering halt.
I grab my battered suitcase, its contents jostling as I struggle to pull it down the narrow aisle.
With a deep breath, I step off the train and onto the rickety platform. Just as I'm about to start walking towards the exit, a voice rings out from behind me. "Are you Alice?"
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8.2
I spent three years playing the role of a submissive, small-town wife for Evertt Baker, trading my true identity for a quiet life in a Manhattan penthouse. I thought my devotion would be enough to build a real home, but I was just a placeholder in his grand design.
The illusion shattered at 2 AM when Evertt walked in smelling of Chanel No. 5-the signature scent of his mistress, Adda. Without a word of apology, he dropped divorce papers on the table, demanding I sign them immediately so he could finally be with the woman he truly loved.
He looked at me with pure disgust, flicking a five-million-dollar check toward me as if he were paying off an incompetent employee. He told me it was more money than anyone from my "trailer park" background would ever see and ordered me to hurry because Adda was waiting in the car downstairs. He didn't care that I had spent years nursing him through illness and tolerating his family's insults; he only cared about his own convenience.
The sheer arrogance of his payout and the blatant disrespect of bringing his mistress to our home was the final blow. I realized that the man I loved never actually saw me, only the submissive shadow I had forced myself to become.
I signed the papers with a fluid scrawl he didn't bother to check, then I fed his millions into the office shredder. I pulled a hidden, encrypted device from a kitchen drawer and dialed a number I hadn't called in three years.
"Brother," I said, my voice finally steady. "Come get me. The game is over."
Evertt thought he was discarding a penniless nobody, but he was about to find out that he had just declared war on the Stafford empire.
9.7
My Chanel suit was ruined, stained with road dirt and torn at the sleeve, while the hospital bodyguards stood like stone walls to keep me away from my husband’s room.
Inside that room, Ashely Berger was being treated for "multiple fractures" after allegedly lunging into the path of my car—a car I know she threw herself into on purpose.
The press swarmed me, flashing cameras in my face and hurling accusations of attempted murder, while my husband, Corbin, marched past me without a single glance, his eyes filled with nothing but cold, lethal disgust.
He didn't ask if I was hurt; he didn't care about the truth. He only cared about the woman behind the door, whispering gentle promises to her while treating me like a piece of filth that had somehow contaminated his life.
I stood there, hollowed out, as he demanded a divorce and threatened to strip me of everything, branding me a monster in front of the entire world to protect his precious reputation and his mistress.
The injustice burned, but as he turned his back on me to comfort her, I realized the game had changed. I wasn't going to let him ruin me for a crime I didn't commit, and I certainly wouldn't let her steal my life without a fight.
I walked into the room, locked the door, and looked at the woman playing the victim. She wanted to play the role of the tragic, broken angel? Fine. I was ready to show her exactly how a real Mcgowan fights back.
8.1
I was the fiancée of the Chicago Outfit’s heir, a bond sealed by blood and eighteen years of history.
But when his mistress pushed me into the freezing pool at our engagement gala, Jax didn’t swim toward me.
He swam past me.
He scooped up the girl who pushed me, cradling her like fragile glass, while I struggled against the weight of my gown in the murky water.
When I finally dragged myself out, shivering and humiliated before the entire underworld, Jax didn’t offer a hand. He offered a scowl.
"You’re making a scene, Eliana. Go home."
Later, when that same mistress shoved me down the stairs, shattering my knee and my dance career, Jax stepped over my broken body to comfort her.
I overheard him telling his friends, "I’m just breaking her spirit. She needs to learn she’s property, not a partner. Once she’s desperate enough, she’ll be the perfect obedient wife."
He thought I was a dog that would always return to its master. He thought he could starve me of affection until I begged for scraps.
He was wrong.
While he was busy playing protector to his mistress, I wasn't crying in my room.
I was packing his ring into a cardboard box.
I cancelled my transfer to UCLA and enrolled at NYU instead.
By the time Jax realized his "property" was missing, I was already in New York, standing next to a man who looked at me like a queen, not a possession.
9.2
Secret Heir
9.2
Selene Harts has spent her life surviving quietly. Orphaned by a tragic past and trapped in a city filled with memories rather than hope, she lives by one promise: Once I leave, I'm never coming back. Yet leaving has always felt more terrifying than staying.
Everything changes the night she saves a stranger from a fatal accident. Selene doesn't know his name, his wealth, or his power-only that he looked lost, broken, and human. Days later, after unexpectedly losing her job, she finds herself working for a private executive known only as Mr. Cole. What she doesn't know is that he is Austin Blake, a billionaire CEO hiding his identity and the dark sins of his family.
As Selene and Austin grow closer, their connection deepens into something fragile and dangerous. For the first time, Selene feels truly seen. For the first time, Austin is loved for who he is, not what he owns. But secrets never stay buried.
Selene's world shatters when she discovers Austin is engaged to another woman-Diana Rowe, a ruthless heiress driven by wealth and control. Heartbreak turns to betrayal when Selene learns Austin's family played a role in the destruction of her own family. Devastated, she walks away, determined to rebuild her life.
But Diana refuses to let her go.
Obsessed and manipulative, Diana turns Selene into a target. As Austin spirals into guilt and self-destruction, his grandmother warns him that Diana is far more dangerous than she appears. When Austin finally fights for Selene, tragedy strikes, forcing Selene to confront the truth of her feelings.
Kidnapping, betrayal, and a gunshot shatter the illusion of safety, pushing Selene and Austin to flee and start anew. Yet distance cannot erase unfinished vengeance.
Diana survives-and from the shadows, she prepares to reclaim what she believes is hers.
Will this cost Selene her life?
7.6
For three years, I played the perfect, docile wife to Brendon Jimenez, desperate for the real family I never had as an orphan.
But during a high-society gala, I peeked through a cracked door and caught him sleeping with my best friend.
When I packed my cheap canvas bag to leave the penthouse, my mother-in-law blocked the door.
She dumped my clothes on the marble floor, called me a stray dog, and slapped me so hard my mouth bled.
Brendon just stood there, watching his mother humiliate me.
To keep me trapped as his perfect public prop, he even faked his mother's heart attack in a VIP hospital suite.
"Get on your knees. Kneel down right now and beg my mother for forgiveness until she decides to accept it."
I gave them my youth and unconditional loyalty, only to realize this prestigious old-money family was nothing but a rotting corpse built on dirty secrets.
I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't drop to my knees.
Instead, I pulled out my phone right in front of him and called my lawyer.
"File for an at-fault divorce. I have proof of his infidelity with Kaelynn Hudson. I want him ruined."
Then, I touched the matte black card hidden deep in my clutch.
It belonged to Kile Barrett, the ruthless billionaire shark my husband feared most, and I was going to use him to tear the Jimenez family apart.
9.8
She married the man who destroyed her family to find the evidence that would bury him. He married her to save a billion-dollar inheritance. Neither planned to fall , and neither planned to find out the truth would hurt worse than the lie.
Elara Vaughn is twenty-six, brilliant, and furious. When her father is arrested for a forty-million-dollar fraud she doesn't believe he committed, she does the only thing her forensic accountant's mind can construct: she walks into the office of the man the world says is responsible, and proposes a deal.
One year of marriage. She gets access to the executive archives that hold the real evidence. He gets a legal wife before his thirty-fifth birthday , the one condition standing between him and a hidden two-billion-dollar subsidiary.
Rowan Vale agrees. He is not a man who loses. She is not a woman who trusts. Their contract is airtight. Their chemistry is not.
But the ledgers Elara finds don't say what she expected. And the man she married to destroy is beginning to look dangerously like the only honest person in the room.
Some truths cost everything. Some people are worth it.