Betrayed by My Husband, Became His Greatest Nightmare
"Tristan! Help!" I called out his name again. It was not a scream but a command.
He didn't even flinch. "You know the rules, Juniper," he said, his voice fearfully calm. "I don't touch you. Don't use a fall to trick me into breaking those rules."
....
But this mess is over.
I'm done playing love with him. I'm returning to the Vangough seat. And as for the man who was allergic to my touch, he's just about to find out how much it hurts when I finally let go-and take my empire with me.
Tristan wants a divorce. But I'll give him a battle he will never be able to endure.
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Chapter 3
"I knew it! You were a whore all along!" Tristan spat, snapping out of his daze and trying to pull his hand away from his assaulter. "A whore?" I laughed, the sound of my voice cold and sharp. "Tristan, you've spent four years sleeping in a separate room while I was busy building your empire. If I were a whore, I'd be the most expensive mistake you ever made. But luckily for me, I'm just a woman who finally remembered her own value."
Then I looked at Xavier, really looked at him, and found myself reacting to him. It had been four years since I saw him, and he looked gorgeous as ever, even hotter. I could see Rayna giving him seductive glances, which Tristan couldn't see, and trying to get his attention.
"Xavier," I called out, and he lowered his head in my direction.
"Who is he, Juniper?! Tell me right now!" He demanded. I was surprised. One, at the fact that he even cared enough to be jealous. Two, at the fact that he didn't recognize Xavier. But that was to be expected. Xavier Callum, alongside members of the Vangough family-which was only my father and I, by the way-belonged to a class that was way out of Tristan's league. And Xavier wasn't one to appear on televisions and magazines, so I couldn't blame Tristan for not clocking the fact that the man in front of him was my betrothed, and was the most powerful man in the younger generation.
I clicked my tongue. "It's none of your business." I retorted.
"You couldn't even wait until we are officially divorced," he sneered, and I almost laughed at the hypocrisy. Wasn't he aware that his relationship with Rayna was an affair, an insult to me, his wife?
"You have Rayna, what's your business with me?" I clapped back. His mouth snapped shut, but I could see him boiling with rage. His male ego was bruised and it satisfied me a bit.
"I'm just ashamed that you settled for nobody in a bid to pay me back." He mocked. I laughed. I wasn't just staying with Xavier for the sake of my father. It was just a trial and now, it seemed it would work for me.
"A nobody?" I finally had enough. "You don't even recognize the one who has been signing the checks, and you have the nerve to talk down on my choices?" I snapped.
Both of them were immediately amused.
"Oh, please. Spare us the lies, Juniper. If Xavier Callum was standing in front of us, he wouldn't be wasting his time with a poor snitch like you." Tristan curled his lips into a mocking smile, and inwardly, I laughed at their utter stupidity.
I didn't bother arguing. The truth would hit them tomorrow morning. Then I put on a bit of a show, suddenly feeling loved again.
"I'm already feeling tired, baby. Carry me." I cooed to Xavier who surprised me with a flat face. But he didn't hesitate. Without a word, Xavier scooped me up. He didn't just carry me. He protected me with his large hands. As we passed Tristan, Xavier leaned in, his voice like grinding stones. "Investigate me all you want, Mr. Tristan. But remember: the more you find out, the less you'll have left."
Sandalwood and musk drifted across my nose, teasing my senses and making me want to scoot closer to his chest and bury my nose against his chest.
My reaction startled me. What was I doing? I just came out of a loveless marriage. Even though I agreed to get married to Xavier again, I didn't harbor the thoughts of falling in love with him. Reacting in such a way to him would only hurt me in the end.
Tristan reacted like he had been bitten. His veins bulged in his forehead and Xavier pressed me against his body.
"Enjoy it while it lasts. I'm going to find out who this man is, and I'm going to deal with him!" He called out from behind us as Xavier carried me out of the room, and down the stairs.
"You can put me down now," I said, my ears turning red, and conscious of his body heat which was inching towards burning. And it was making me react in ways I wasn't used to. Xavier didn't put me down.
"They're still watching." Xavier brushed off my request, climbing down the stairs like it was normal ground and familiar territory, up until we were finally outside. The cool wind hit me squarely, and only then did I notice that he was being careful of my injury. I wondered how he knew.
"What are you doing here? How did you–" I wanted to ask him how he knew my house, but decided against it.
He helped me into the car, and rounded over to the driver's seat. When he saw my inquisitive stare, he shrugged. "I decided to drive by myself."
I stared out the window, at the starry night and beautiful familiar scenery.
"You haven't answered my question."
He focused on driving, not sparing me a glance. "Ellen said you were in danger." He said.
Taken aback by his response and solemn tone, I whirled in his direction. Surely, I heard wrong. The arrogant man I knew couldn't possibly bother about me like that, arranged marriage or not.
"I'm not in danger, I came to pick my things." I replied.
"And your husband almost hit you," he added, and I held my breath, waiting for his judgement and mockery. After all, I abandoned our betrothal for another man. Instead, I sensed the underlying fury. No, not at me. He wasn't furious with me, but with someone else.
"He's not my husband." I said quietly. He finally jerked his head in my direction, lips a bit parted but saying nothing in the end. Uncomfortable silence filled the air, mingling with his aura which he could never seem to hide. It accompanied him everywhere, instilling fear into anyone that dared to cross him. I swallowed hard, hands getting sweaty. I needed a warm bath, and to get some rest too. I shouldn't be moving around this much.
I didn't know that he noticed how uncomfortable I was, until the car jerked to a stop, and he leaned in towards me, hand resting on my forehead.
"Ellen mentioned the surgery. Who caused the injury?" He asked, causing the temperature in the car to drop down a few degrees.
"I–"
"Don't lie to me, June," he addressed me just as fondly as before, and I stared blankly. "You're not clumsy, the last time I checked. And an accomplished doctor should know more than falling from such a height." His words betrayed his hidden anger, and I subconsciously shivered.
"The last time I also checked, doctors can make mistakes." I retorted, feeling weak to even put up a decent fight.
He trailed the side of my head, and my throat clenched. The room suddenly felt small, hot-despite the air conditioner-and stuffy. I was torn between getting away from his touch, and leaning into it.
"June, I let you go because I felt you'd be happier with him, because I'd rather let you go than keep an unhappy you in my home. You're too smart, so I figured you knew what you were doing. Everyday, I checked, to see you withdrawing into your own shell. Does he even know you're Doctor Niper?"
He asked, and not giving me time to respond, he went on.
"I bet he doesn't know that the woman he treated like trash is the woman who gave her all to save him. And before you defend his actions with ignorance, how about those contracts you helped him to get?" Xavier shot at me.
Shocked, I stared at him. "Were you keeping tabs on me all this time?" I questioned, getting angry.
"I couldn't help it. I tried to forget about you, get angry at you, and let you go. But I couldn't. And the more I found out how much you were giving up for him, the angrier I got. I rushed down to LA at the news of your injury, and stayed with you while you were unconscious after the surgery." He revealed, hitting me with another shock. His confession took me by surprise.
For four years, I never stopped to think for a moment that aside from the arranged marriage, Xavier Callum-powerful and domineering-had a thing for me. That he saw me past the idea of gaining more power through an alliance. He came to LA because of me, stayed with me through the surgery even though I wasn't aware. And the man I pined after for years, was with another woman, playing the good man and hero, and saving her from drowning.
"I don't know what to say. But I want to make you a proposal. I want us to get married for six months." I said. That way, my father will be happy, and I'll achieve my goals peacefully.
Xavier's pretty brow arched. "The betrothal still stands," he reminded me, and although his expression remained cold, I spotted the brief hurt in his eyes. Perhaps, I was reading too much into it.
"I know. But I don't want us to make this into what it isn't. I'll be your wife for six months, during which we are not allowed to fall in love with each other. But maybe," my eyes held his. "We can act just the way a married couple will."
"And after six months?" He asked. I took a deep breath.
"We go our separate ways." I replied.
He was silent for so long that I thought he wouldn't agree to my offer. Then he nodded, "Deal."
I smiled-my first genuine one since the night started.
The first step of my plan was already in motion.
Tristan will crawl and beg for my mercy.
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8.7
I died in the terrifying plunge of Flight 815. But when I opened my eyes, I was lying in a luxurious bathtub, completely unharmed.
The door opened, and my husband Jordi walked in—looking fifteen years older, his eyes glacial. He pinned me to the wall, his thumb pressing against my windpipe, demanding to know who hired me to play his dead wife.
I managed to prove I was the real Isadora, biologically still twenty-eight years old. But my nightmare had just begun.
My twenty-three-year-old son Hector looked at my unaged face with pure hatred.
"Get this cheap replica out of my father's house, or I'll have him declared incompetent!"
My twenty-year-old daughter Blossom, now a spoiled stranger treating Jordi like a personal ATM, screamed at me over the phone.
Even Jordi's ambitious female colleague showed up at our estate, treating me like a temporary toy she could easily replace.
In the space of a single breath, I had lost fifteen years. My children had grown up without me, learning to hate instead of grieve. Now, they looked at their real mother as if I were a monster trying to steal my own inheritance.
But I didn't return from the dead just to be pushed out.
I put on my old green silk dress, stepped in front of the female executive, and smiled.
If they want to treat me like a threat, I'll fight them all to get my family back.
8.8
On the anniversary of my mother's death, my father, the Alpha, threw a lavish wedding to marry a woman only four years older than me.
My new stepmother publicly humiliated me, stomped on my hand, and shattered the only necklace my mother left me.
When I confronted her, my father slapped me across the face and ordered me to respect my new Luna.
Heartbroken and furious, I publicly disowned them all.
In retaliation, my father sentenced me to death the very next morning.
He offered me as a tribute to the cursed Lycan King—a monster whose beast savagely tore apart every she-wolf sent to his bed.
My family watched with smug satisfaction as I was locked in an iron cage and dragged away, discarded like defective trash simply because I was born wolfless.
I was supposed to be ripped to shreds on my first night in the pitch-black castle.
But as I stood in the King's dark chamber, bracing for the bloody end, nothing happened.
The terrifying beast just sat in the shadows, staring at me in absolute confusion.
That was when the horrifying truth of his curse clicked in my mind.
His madness was triggered by the spiritual scent of an inner wolf. And I was completely wolfless.
The very defect that made my family throw me away was my ultimate, impenetrable shield.
I wasn't going to die here.
I was going to survive, use this terrifying King, and make my family regret the day they ever cast me out.
9.3
"She's mine tonight, asshole, you had her last week." Zack, taller and broader, with those piercing blue eyes, shoved him back hard. "Fuck off, Zade. Her tight little pussy belongs wrapped around my dick." And then there was Mark, my stepdad, looming in the doorway like a goddamn predator, his arms crossed over his broad chest. "Both of you back the fuck off. I'm the man of the house and that sweet ass is mine to pound whenever I want."
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9.1
I’ve spent eighteen hundred days as a silent ghost in the Crawford estate, a place where the air smells of expensive cigars and terror. My father, Senator Jed Bowen, sold me to Alek Crawford to pay off his gambling debts, trading his daughter’s life for a seat in the Senate.
Alek doesn’t just want my service; he wants my complete submission. He tracks my every move through cameras and bruises my skin just to see if I’ll flinch. He thinks he owns me because he holds the contract, and his mother ensures I’m kept in my place with slaps and insults.
When a scandal involving my half-sister and Alek’s brother hit the news, the house turned into a war zone. Alek cornered me in the dark, his hands stained with blood and ink, whispering that I was nothing but a receipt for his family's money. He’s been forcing me to take pills for years, believing they’ve kept me drugged and mute.
"She needs to speak again," he told a surgeon over the phone. "Whatever it takes."
He thinks he’s fixing a broken toy, but he’s actually planning to carve the silence into my throat permanently. He has no idea that I’ve been switching those pills for years, or that I’m more awake and more dangerous than he could ever imagine.
I’ve endured the biting cold and the crushing weight of his obsession, waiting for a single sign that my nightmare could end. Tonight, a secret message reached me in the rain, confirming that the only man I ever loved has finally finished his mission.
Kole is coming back for me.
The contract review is tomorrow, but I’m not planning on signing anything. I’m planning on taking back everything they stole from me, starting with my voice.
9.3
To the outside world, I was the envy of every she-wolf as the fiancée of Alpha Kael. But inside the gilded cage of his pack house, I was a ghost.
I molded myself into perfection for him, wearing the colors he liked and suppressing my own voice.
Until I walked past his study and saw him with Lyra-the orphan he called his "sister."
His hand rested intimately on her thigh as he laughed, telling her, "Elara is just a political necessity. You are the moon in my sky."
My heart shattered, but the physical blow came days later.
During a training exercise, the safety cable snapped. I fell twenty feet, shattering my leg.
Lying in the dirt, gasping through the pain, I watched my Fated Mate run.
Not to me.
He ran to Lyra, who was burying her face in his chest, feigning terror. He comforted her while I bled.
Later, in the infirmary, I heard him whisper to her, "She won't die. It will just teach her who the real Luna is."
He knew. He knew she had sabotaged the rope with silver, and he was protecting her attempted murder.
The final thread of my love incinerated into ash.
The next morning, I walked into the Council Hall, threw a thick file on the table, and looked the Elders in the eye.
"I am dissolving the engagement," I stated coldly. "And I am withdrawing my family's silver supply. I will starve this Pack until you beg."
Kael laughed, thinking I was bluffing. He didn't notice the lethal Beta from the rival pack standing in the shadows behind me, ready to help me burn Kael's kingdom to the ground.
9.2
Celestia woke up heavily sedated, her wrists bound tightly to the legs of a grand piano in a cold, opulent room.
Before she could even process the panic, a towering billionaire named Sterling Sinclair IV stepped in, looking at her like a possessed piece of art.
The head maid then handed Celestia a thick surrogacy contract with her perfectly forged signature.
"You are here to bear an heir for Mr. Sinclair," the maid stated flatly.
Celestia screamed that they had the wrong person, but her desperate cries bounced uselessly off the soundproof walls.
Stripped of her clothes, phone, and identity, she was trapped on an isolated island surrounded by high-voltage electric fences and armed guards.
When she furiously fought back, Sterling physically overpowered her, punishing her resistance with brutal, terrifying dominance until she lost consciousness on the marble floor.
She didn't understand who had kidnapped her from her normal life.
Why was her biometric data perfectly faked in a classified dossier?
Who had framed her as a willing, ten-million-dollar premium product for a ruthless billionaire?
Driven by pure survival, Celestia began aggressively consuming raw garlic and bathing in harsh white vinegar to destroy her fertility and repel his touch.
And when Sterling finally reviewed her bizarre, self-sabotaging dietary logs, the terrifying truth hit his calculating mind like a physical blow.
The broken, innocent woman he had been brutally tormenting all week was never his hired surrogate.