Married To The Wolf: My Ruthless Revenge
My fiancé Javen sent me to a yacht in the middle of a New York storm to finalize a high-stakes merger with Alfonse Wolfe, a billionaire rumored to have ice water in his veins. I did it for "us," shivering in a soaked evening gown and cutting my hand on broken glass just to get the signature that would save Javen’s company.
But when I rushed back to the Doyle estate, the manor was blazing with lights for an unannounced engagement party. Javen wasn't waiting for me with open arms; he was standing on the dance floor with Blossom Vega, the daughter of his biggest competitor, announcing their union to the elite of New York.
When I stepped forward, dripping blood and water onto the marble floor, Javen didn't try to protect me. He looked at me with pure disgust and told the gathered press that I was a "charity case" suffering from mental delusions. His mother laughed while calling me a cockroach, and his father claimed my family’s lost fortune was a hallucination. To ensure my silence, Javen leaned in and whispered that he would pull the plug on my disabled brother’s life-saving medical care if I didn't disappear.
I was hauled away by security and locked in a dark storage room like a stain on his perfect evening. I lay there in the dust, unable to process how twelve years of love could be a calculated lie. How could the man I was supposed to marry use my brother’s breath as a bargaining chip after I had just sacrificed everything to save him?
I escaped through a second-story window and went straight to the only predator powerful enough to tear the Doyles apart: Alfonse Wolfe. I didn't just ask for sanctuary; I demanded a marriage license to unlock my mother’s secret trust and protect my brother. Standing in a high-security vault as the new Mrs. Wolfe, I discovered a truth that changed the game. I didn’t just have the money to ruin Javen; the deed in my hand proved I now owned the very land beneath Alfonse’s mansion.
"I’m not the prey anymore," I whispered, watching the Doyle stock plummet on my phone. "I'm the hunter."
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Chapter 9
The car didn't go to the manor. It went to the Wolfe Corp tower in the financial district.
The elevator ride to the penthouse floor was silent. Araminta smoothed the skirt of her white dress. It felt like a shroud.
Elena opened the double doors to the CEO's office.
Alfonse was at the head of a long conference table. Twelve executives in suits sat around him. They stopped talking as Araminta entered.
She looked like a wreck-bruised neck, borrowed dress, terrified eyes.
Alfonse waved a hand. "Out. Everyone."
The executives scrambled to leave, gathering their papers. They cast curious glances at Araminta, but no one dared to speak.
When the door clicked shut, Alfonse stood up. He walked around the table, leaning against it.
"Dressed for a wedding with no groom?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You thought a dusty legal loophole could protect you from an attempted murder charge?"
"I need the trust fund," Araminta said, lifting her chin. "Marriage unlocks it. Since you refused, I found a substitute."
"You tried to use my name against me," Alfonse said. He walked closer. "I admire the audacity. But it was stupid."
"I have no other choice!" Araminta shouted. "Javen will hunt me down."
Alfonse reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a folded document. He tossed it onto the table.
"Marriage License," it read.
Araminta stared at it. "You refused."
"That was before you became a fugitive," Alfonse said. "I like high-risk investments."
He was lying. He wasn't doing this for risk. He was doing it because the thought of her tying her fate to anyone or anything else-even a legal fiction-had ignited a rage in him he couldn't control.
"Two years," Alfonse said. "A contract marriage. I give you protection from the police and the Doyles. You give me the Donaldson assets to manage."
"I want access to the Swiss vault. Today," Araminta bargained.
"Agreed."
"And Griffin. I want him moved to a private facility under your security."
Alfonse nodded. "Done."
Araminta picked up the pen. Her hand hovered over the paper. This was it. She was selling herself to the predator to escape the scavenger.
She signed. Araminta Donaldson.
Alfonse pressed a button on his intercom. "Send Judge Miller in."
A judge in robes walked in from the side office. He looked bored.
The ceremony took two minutes. No vows of love. No rings. Just a legal binding of assets and liabilities.
"I now pronounce you man and wife," the judge mumbled.
Alfonse didn't kiss her. He reached out and brushed a stray hair from her forehead, his fingers lingering on the bruise Javen had left.
His eyes darkened. "Go to the bank. Get your money. Then we deal with Javen."
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9.4
I stood before the heavy oak door with a positive pregnancy test burning a hole in my pocket, ready to tell the Underboss, Anthony Holden, that his legacy was secured.
But before I could turn the handle, I heard his twin brother laughing from inside.
"She screams your name, not mine. It is a little insulting, brother," Emmanuel mocked.
"Three years of celibacy for the alliance while you play with my toy," Anthony sighed. "I deserve a medal."
My world shattered. For three years, I thought I was the exception to their violence, but I had been sleeping with a monster in the dark.
When I kicked the door open, Bianca House—my high school tormentor—was sitting there like a queen.
"Happy anniversary, Erica," she sneered. "You were just a placeholder for the territory deal."
They didn't stop there. They took my dignity, and then they took my life.
At a dinner intended to show unity, they watched me choke on peanuts. Anthony looked me in the eye and used my EpiPen on Bianca’s fake faint while I suffocated on the floor.
They threw my grandmother’s ashes off a balcony just to watch me scream. They pushed me into traffic to ensure I’d be a compliant prop for their wedding.
They killed the baby in my womb.
They thought they had broken me. They thought I was just a nurse, a civilian, a loose end.
But on the day of the wedding, I wasn't in the pews.
I was on a bus out of state, hacking the church's livestream.
As the priest began to speak, I replaced the image of the cross with the video of their confession.
I watched their empire crumble from a cracked phone screen, leaving the monsters behind to find a man who would actually burn the world for me.
7.6
Have you ever eaten "Reptilian" meat?
My grandfather said he had.
Creatures that looked exactly like us on the outside, but were fundamentally different on the inside. Extremely dangerous, yet incredibly delicious.
Before he died, my grandfather left behind a notebook. The first page read: "Reptilian look exactly like humans, but human instinct can tell them apart."
The moment my cousin Braden returned for my grandfather's funeral, my gut told me: he wasn't human!
9.3
Jade knows what it feels like to have no one in her corner; she experienced it firsthand when her aunt sweet-talked her parents and took her to the Philippines' when she was eight. After years of abuse and being used, the only thing Jade wished for was an escape to finally go home and be with her family. All Jade wished for was to experience what it feels like to be loved once again and she got that when she finally escaped from her aunt and made her way back home to her pack and family in Detroit. Finding out that the Alpha Heir Hunter was her mate was the best thing to ever happen to Jade, and Hunter gave Jade a home, love, and became the safety and comfort Jade had always wished for. Two years of blissful union came to an abrupt end when Jade woke up in bed with her sister's boyfriend after a party. Her life goes from sweet to bitter in a matter of days as everyone Jade once loved turned their backs on her, refusing to believe them when she said she didn't cheat on her mate. How could she? Hunter was the love of her life.
Jade goes from preparing to becoming the Luna of the Blackwood Pack, to being treated no less than a traitor. Hunter doesn't wait another heartbeat before rejecting her, and Jade is soon branded as a defective mate, banished to the woods as a rogue. How will Jade survive life as a pregnant rogue? The cursed brand on her neck makes it impossible for any pack to take her in. Will her mate come after her? Or will Jade find her strength somewhere else and come back to enact her revenge on the people who hurt her?
8.9
Rachel gave her marriage everything-love, loyalty, and endless second chances.
Jeremy gave her betrayal.
When he demands an open marriage and moves his girlfriend into their home, Rachel's world shatters. But leaving isn't as easy as it seems... and staying might destroy her completely.
Caught between love and self-respect, Rachel must decide how far she's willing to go.
Because sometimes, saying yes... is the beginning of revenge.
9.3
A pitiful wolfless Omega, Lana discovers that she is pregnant for her beloved fiancée and Alpha to be, Asher. He is the only man she has ever loved, but her world turns upside down when her Fiancée coldly reveals that he is getting married to her sister who is also already pregnant for him.
To make matters worse, her cruel sister and cheating Fiancé banish her from her only home!
Lana is devastated, but thankfully, her best friend Jasper, helps her runaway and hide her pregnancy from her former fiancée.
8 years later, Lana has become the mother to Asher's triplets and is engaged to be married to her best friend Jasper.
But by a cruel twist of fate, Alpha Asher suddenly changes his mind and kidnaps her!
So what is Lana supposed to do when she forced to choose between two powerful men, while also fighting off the traitors and enemies surrounding her?
9.7
Giana woke up drugged and burning with fever in a luxurious hotel suite. Standing before her was Cornel Stark, the most ruthless billionaire in New York.
Memories of her past life stabbed into her brain. In that life, her adoptive family and her fiancé Gary had stolen her inheritance and left her to die a brutal, agonizing death.
She also remembered how fighting Cornel only made him more violent. So this time, she didn't scream.
She endured his brutal punishment, escaped the moment he let his guard down, and swallowed a Plan B pill on the freezing streets.
Returning to her adoptive family's mansion, she faced the people who had destroyed her. Her fiancé and her stepsister put on masks of fake concern, secretly mocking her.
Instead of throwing a useless tantrum like before, Giana deliberately threw herself down the steep wooden stairs.
She smashed her head against the marble floor, using her own blood to shatter their plans and win back her mother's trust.
She thought she had finally taken control. She was ready to crush the people who had betrayed her and live for herself.
But she didn't understand why the billionaire she had just escaped was suddenly turning her life upside down.
When she woke up in the hospital, her room wasn't filled with her family's fake tears, but an ocean of blood-red roses.
The heavy door swung open, and Cornel Stark walked in, his gray eyes locking onto her with a dark, predatory hunger.
"Remember this feeling, Giana. Every breath you take belongs to me now."