From Jilted Wife To The Tycoon's Queen
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The harsh glare of the spotlight hit Harper's custom wedding dress as she smiled at her groom.
But a single phone call from his mistress, Lila, made Chase violently shove his way down the aisle and sprint out of the hotel.
He left Harper to face the flashing cameras and the mockery of hundreds of guests.
Her mother-in-law dragged her into a hallway and slapped her hard across the face.
"You cannot even keep your own man in the room. You are making a mockery of this family."
When Harper rushed to the hospital, Chase blamed her for Lila's theatrical, fake miscarriage.
He threatened to pull every cent of capital from Harper's investment firm if she dared to walk away.
The Young family then used the media to frame Harper, turning her into a public pariah who viciously "killed" an unborn child.
Mobbed by ruthless paparazzi, Harper was pushed into the freezing rain, her knees bleeding on the concrete.
She couldn't accept that her entire life and career were being destroyed by a mistress's pathetic lie.
When Chase later tried to buy her silence with a pink diamond—the exact same one he had just gifted Lila—her remaining love turned to absolute ice.
But fate intervened when she was rescued from the mob by Antoni Donovan, the most ruthless billionaire on Wall Street and her biggest corporate rival.
Discovering that Antoni was actually her best friend's older brother, a dangerous smile spread across Harper's face.
She picked up his gold-lettered business card.
She was done being the victim; she was going to use the wolf of Wall Street to crush her ex-husband.
From Jilted Wife To The Tycoon's Queen Chapter 1
The harsh glare of the spotlight hit the heavy silk of Harper Ryan's custom wedding dress. She stood at the center of the Plaza Hotel ballroom. Hundreds of crystal glasses clinked together. Her heart hammered against her ribs in a steady, rapid rhythm. She turned her head, a genuine smile forming on her lips, and looked at Chase Young.
A sharp, violent vibration tore through the fabric of Chase's tuxedo pocket.
The wedding officiant cleared his throat, shooting Chase a subtle warning look. Chase ignored him. He shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone.
Harper watched the blood drain completely from Chase's face. His skin turned the color of dirty ash. His fingers, gripping the edges of the phone, began to shake.
Harper reached out. She tried to place her hand over his to steady him.
Chase violently yanked his arm away. The sudden, jerky movement caused his cufflink to scrape across the back of Harper's hand. A thin red line of blood immediately welled up on her skin.
He lifted the phone to his ear. "Lila."
The name punched the air out of Harper's lungs. A massive wave of panic crashed into her chest, making it impossible to breathe.
Chase did not look at Harper. He did not offer a single word of explanation. He turned his body, lowered his shoulder, and shoved hard into the groomsman standing in his way. He sprinted down the center aisle, his expensive leather shoes slipping slightly on the polished floor as he ran toward the heavy oak doors of the ballroom.
He slammed both hands against the doors. They crashed open. A gust of cold, damp air rushed into the warm room, catching the edge of Harper's long veil and whipping it across her face.
The silence in the room broke. The whispers of hundreds of guests hit Harper like a physical blow. She could feel their eyes on her skin. Pity. Mockery. Disgust.
A man in a cheap suit near the back row suddenly raised a camera. The blinding flash exploded in Harper's vision. More flashes followed, burning white spots into her retinas.
Harper swallowed hard. The bile rising in her throat tasted like acid. She locked her knees, forced her spine completely straight, and picked up her champagne glass. She brought the rim to her lips and swallowed the burning liquid in one gulp.
At the head table, Genevieve Young stood up. Her face was a mask of pure rage. The sharp heels of her shoes clicked against the hardwood floor, a rapid, aggressive sound that cut through the whispers.
Genevieve reached Harper. She did not speak. She grabbed Harper's wrist, her long nails digging deep into the flesh, and dragged her off the stage and toward the back hallway of the hotel.
Harper stumbled over the heavy layers of her dress. Genevieve shoved her hard. Harper's back hit the cold marble wall of the corridor. The impact sent a dull ache down her spine.
Before Harper could catch her breath, Genevieve raised her hand and slapped her across the face.
The crack of skin against skin echoed loudly in the empty hallway.
Harper's head snapped to the side. Her cheek burned. The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth from where her teeth had cut into her inner lip. She stared at her mother-in-law, her chest heaving.
"You cannot even keep your own man in the room," Genevieve hissed, her voice low and venomous. "You are making a mockery of this family."
Harper opened her mouth to speak. The heavy footsteps of Genevieve's personal bodyguard sounded on the marble. The large man stepped forward, his cold eyes fixed on Harper, forcing her to press her back harder against the wall.
Harper's phone vibrated violently from where it was held by her maid of honor standing just off the stage. She stepped down, snatched the vibrating device from the bewildered woman's hands with shaking fingers. Chase's name flashed on the screen. She pressed the green button.
"Get to Mount Sinai Hospital right now," Chase ordered. His voice was frantic. There was no apology. "It is a matter of life and death. Lila needs us."
Through the speaker, Harper heard the weak, pathetic sound of Lila crying in the background. Harper's stomach violently cramped. A wave of intense nausea hit her so hard she had to close her eyes.
"Go fix this," Genevieve commanded, her eyes narrowed. "Or do not ever think about stepping foot in a Young property again."
Harper did not cry. She looked at Genevieve with eyes that felt completely dead. She reached down, grabbed the heavy layers of her ruined wedding dress, and turned away. She walked down the long corridor and pushed open the heavy metal exit door.
Harper stepped out of the hallway and into the back alley of the hotel. Freezing rain hit her bare shoulders. A violent shiver ripped through her body.
She walked quickly to the main street and flagged down a beat-up yellow cab. The driver stared at her through the rearview mirror, his eyes wide as he took in the soaked, bleeding bride.
Harper opened her small clutch. She pulled out three hundred-dollar bills and slammed them onto the center console. "Mount Sinai Hospital. Drive as fast as you can."
The cab jerked forward. The neon lights of Manhattan blurred through the rain-streaked windows. Harper pulled a wet wipe from her bag and pressed it against the corner of her mouth, wiping away the smeared blood.
She opened her phone. She clicked on Twitter. A video of Chase running out of the Plaza was already trending at number one. The heat of pure anger rushed into her bloodstream, warming her freezing hands.
The cab slammed on its brakes. The violent stop threw Harper forward. She barely caught herself against the hard plastic of the partition, her wrists absorbing the jarring impact as her stomach churned violently.
Harper shoved the cab door open. She stepped out into the freezing rain. She let the expensive hem of her custom dress drag through a puddle of dirty water and motor oil.
She stood on the sidewalk and looked up. The lights of the top-floor VIP suites glowed against the dark sky. The last remaining shred of love she held for Chase Young died in her chest. It was replaced by a cold, hard block of ice.
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From Jilted Wife To The Tycoon's Queen of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6Chapter 7 Ch. 7Chapter 8 Ch. 8
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Chapter 10 Ch. 10
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8.6
In my past life, the Cerberus strain leaked, turning the world into a blood-soaked hell of rotting flesh and mutated monsters.
I thought my boyfriend Declan and my best friend Hailee would have my back as we fled the quarantine zone.
Instead, when the surging crowd of the infected cornered us, they didn't hesitate.
They shoved me backward into the horde just to buy themselves three seconds to run.
As I fell into the mud, I saw them fleeing without a single backward glance.
"She's dead weight anyway!" Hailee screamed.
"Just keep running, she'll distract them!" Declan yelled back.
I was torn apart, feeling the agonizing tear of rotting teeth sinking into my neck and the hot spray of my own blood.
Before the apocalypse, my greedy uncle had locked away my ten-million-dollar trust fund, leaving me with nothing but a fake boyfriend who only wanted me for my money.
Until my last breath, I couldn't understand how the people I loved most could trade my life for a head start.
Why did I blindly trust them? Why didn't I see through their perfectly choreographed lies?
Opening my eyes again, the stench of decaying flesh vanished, replaced by the sterile smell of my college dorm room.
Hailee and Declan were standing over my bed, faking tears of concern over my meningitis fever.
I was back exactly seven days before the world ended, and my spatial vault ability had come back with me.
This time, I'm extorting my uncle for every cent, hoarding the city's supplies, and leaving them all to rot.
8.7
For seven years, I was Alpha Zane’s Chosen Mate, suppressing my warrior instincts to be the docile, supportive partner he demanded.
On our seventh anniversary, while I waited by a candlelit table, I accidentally overheard his mind-link with another woman.
"Seven years is a habit, my dear, not love. She's docile, she'll understand."
He told Seraphina, his new political ally, laughing as he dismissed my entire existence.
I didn't scream or cry. I scraped the anniversary cake into the trash, drafted a formal rejection letter, and walked out of the packhouse.
But Zane didn't even notice my departure. He was so consumed by his new lover that my rejection letter was treated as garbage and tossed into the incinerator.
He paraded Seraphina around the pack, even handing my hard-earned strategic command over to her—a woman who knew absolutely nothing about war.
When my loyal subordinates protested, he violently suppressed them, declaring my absence a "childish tantrum" and framing me as the bitter obstacle to his destined romance.
He honestly thought I was just hiding in my room, waiting to beg for his charity and accept a humiliating demotion.
He had no idea that I had already crossed the border into enemy territory.
Tonight, I am attending his grand celebration.
Not as the heartbroken mate he discarded, but as the newly appointed Gamma of his deadliest rival, the Sterling Pack.
8.6
Today was my father's grand second wedding, but for me, it was the anniversary of my mother's death.
My new stepmother, Marley, who was only four years older than me, cornered me. To establish her dominance as the new Luna, she ordered her servants to force me to my knees and violently ripped my late mother's necklace from my neck.
It was the only memento my mother had left me. Marley sneered, threw it to the ground, and shattered the gems. When I scrambled to pick up the broken pieces, she dug her high-heeled shoe into the back of my hand, mocking me as dirty trash. No one stepped in to help. My father was too busy celebrating his new marriage under the dazzling lights, completely erasing my mother's memory and leaving me to be abused in my own pack.
My heart was full of grievance and despair. Why did my mother's lifelong devotion end with her grave desolate and her daughter humiliated? I swore I would never become a weak, discarded she-wolf whose life depended on a man.
Desperate to escape the suffocating wedding, I ran outside and stumbled right into the chest of a terrifying stranger.
"No one should ever touch what is precious to you."
His golden eyes blazed with fury as sparks instantly shot through my veins. He was Kade Blackwood, the ruthless Alpha of the feared Blood Moon Pack—and my fated mate.
8.2
In our beast world, females are treated as nothing more than precious breeding stock to keep the pack strong. As the pack's best Mender, I spent all my time focusing on my healing herbs, completely ignoring my maturity ritual.
But tonight, the blind pack elder grabbed my wrist and delivered a chilling ultimatum.
If I don't choose my mates by the next Full Moon, the Council of Elders will force a match and assign them to me.
The threat is already suffocating. Arrogant, elite warriors like Caleb Quinn are pacing outside my door like starving wolves, stalking my porch and using pack business to corner me. At home, the reality of multiple mates is even worse. My mother has two mates—my father, the strongest Alpha, and my cold, intellectual step-father. Their toxic, murderous jealousy turns our house into a daily war zone. They literally unleash suffocating killing intent on innocent cubs just for hugging my mother.
I am disgusted by this sick, possessive obsession. I refuse to let my life become a battlefield of jealous males fighting over who gets to guard my door, and I absolutely refuse to be forced into a harem by the Elders.
So, I made a declaration that shocked my entire family and broke every pack tradition.
"I will only ever take one mate."
And to make sure none of those predatory warriors can touch me, I set an impossible trap.
"Whoever wants me must defeat my father first."
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.
7.5
I gave up my twenty-billion-dollar inheritance and cut ties with my family, all for my boyfriend of five years, Ignatz.
But just as I was about to tell him I was pregnant with our child, he dropped a bombshell.
He needed me to take the fall for his childhood sweetheart, Everleigh. She'd been in a hit-and-run, and her career couldn't handle the scandal.
When I refused and told him about our baby, his face went cold. He told me to terminate the pregnancy immediately.
"Everleigh is the woman I love," he said. "Finding out you're pregnant with my child would destroy her."
He had his assistant schedule the appointment and sent me to the clinic alone. There, the nurse told me the procedure carried a high risk of permanent infertility.
He knew. And he still sent me.
I walked out of that clinic, choosing to keep my child. At that exact moment, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a glowing article announcing that Ignatz and Everleigh were expecting their first child, complete with a photo of his hand resting protectively on her stomach.
My world shattered. Wiping away a tear, I found the number I hadn't called in five years.
"Dad," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I'm ready to come home."
