My mate's true love is my sister
I was once a foster she-wolf in the Hartley pack, bound to Brandon Carrington as a substitute for his true love-my sister Hailey. For five years, I endured his neglect, Hailey's bullying, and the Hartleys' indifference.
A near-death experience and catching Brandon with Hailey woke me up. I found my birth parents, the wealthy Aldridges, and planned to break my bond with Brandon.
At Hailey's birthday, she humiliated me; Brandon defended her and injured my hand. I finalized bond-breaking papers, quit my job, and fled to Talvador Town with Miles.
We revealed Hailey plagiarized my art, ruining her reputation.
Brandon belatedly realized his love for me but I'd chosen Miles.
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Chapter 1
I stood in the dim light of the Hartley family's study, my heart a cold knot in my chest. "Dad, one week left until the five-year mark," I said, my voice steady despite the storm inside. "I'll make sure Brandon signs the papers to break our bond. After that, I'm gone for good."
five years ago, when Brandon and I formed our sacred bond, I knew this day might come. I just didn't expect it to hit so soon. Brandon Carrington never loved me-not really. His heart belonged to my sister, Hailey, always had. I was just a placeholder, a stand-in for the she-wolf he truly wanted.
Franklin Hartley, my adoptive father, smirked as he glanced at the papers that would unbind me from Brandon.
"Brandon was always meant for Hailey," he said, his tone dripping with disdain. "She was abroad for a few years, so we let you hold his place to keep things tidy. Now that she's back, it's only natural you step aside."
His words stung, but I just scoffed inwardly. Of course. Hailey's their blood, their precious pup. Me? I'm just the adopted she-wolf they used until I had nothing left to give.
A month ago, Brandon's rival snatched both Hailey and me. We were trapped on a plane, only one can live, he choose Hailey. I was thrown out of the plane. If Miles Davenport, the richest wolf in the great pack, hadn't pulled me when he was parachuting, I'd be dead. That moment woke me up. A wolf who doesn't care if I live or die isn't worth my loyalty.
Franklin's eyes narrowed when I didn't respond.
"Evelyn, we're family, after all. As a parting gift, I'll give you a small place in the suburbs and ten grand in cash."
He said it like he was doing me a favor, like I should be groveling for his scraps. I met his gaze, my voice ice-cold. "No thanks. I won't take a single thing from the Hartley."
"Evelyn," he snapped, his eyes glinting with calculation, not a trace of fatherly warmth. "You're just an adopted she-wolf. This is more than you deserve. Don't get greedy."
"Dad," I said, the word bitter on my tongue, "don't worry. The day I break my bond with Brandon is the day I cut ties with the Hartley pack for good."
I was never truly one of them.
When Hailey went missing as a pup, my adoptive mother, Carol, spiraled into depression. They took me in to fill the void, showering me with love to make up for their guilt. But the moment Hailey returned, everything changed.
They kept me around for appearances, not affection.
By the third year, Hailey made my life hell-bullying me, framing me for theft. I lived in their sprawling mansion but was treated like a servant, not a daughter.
Franklin's face twisted with irritation. "Hmph. Let's see how you survive without the Hartley ."
I gave him a faint, mocking smile. He had no idea. Seven months ago, my birth parents found me.
They're of Talvador Town, the wealthiest pack in the region, and I'm their only heir.
I turned them down back then because of Brandon.
Stupid, love-blinded me.
But two weeks ago, I called them.
I'm ready to claim my place now. The Hartley pack's wealth? It's nothing compared to what's waiting for me.
I stood and headed for the door, pausing to say,
"Don't worry, Father. I'll live better than you ever will."
As I turned to leave, I heard it-muffled gasps and low growls from the bedroom next door. The door was cracked open, and there they were: Brandon and Hailey, tangled together in bed. My mate and my sister.
Even though I'd known the truth for years, seeing it ripped my heart open all over again.
"Brandon," Hailey purred, her voice all honey and venom, "who makes you happier, me or Evelyn?"
His reply was sharp, breathless. "You, obviously. This only feels right with the one I love."
"You know I've always loved you," he added, each word a blade.
"She was just a substitute."
Every syllable stabbed deeper, carving into me.
Not fatal, but close.
My blood felt like ice, my legs nearly giving out.
Then Hailey's voice again, mockingly sweet. "Oh no, Evelyn's out there! I'll never be able to face her now."
Brandon yanked the blanket over Hailey, snarling toward the door. "Get lost!"
I stumbled to the back garden, my eyes burning as I ran.
I'd loved Brandon for ten years.
Even knowing he didn't feel the same, I bound myself to him.
When he insisted we keep our bond hidden, I agreed.
By day, I was his secretary; by night, his secret mate, always in the shadows. I thought my devotion would win him over. five years of pouring my heart into him, and all I got was "substitute."
I sank to the ground, laughing through my tears. What a joke I'd been. And Brandon? He's the real fool, thinking Hailey's some prize when she's just using him now that she's done running wild.
I don't know how long I sat there, broken and bitter, before I pulled out my phone. My fingers shook as I dialed the number of the wolf who'd saved me from the sea.
"Miles," I said when he answered, my voice raw but firm. "You told me you liked me last time we talked."
I took a breath, steeling myself. "In seven days, I'll be unbound. You ready to form a sacred bond with me?"
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7.4
My five-year-old daughter was dying in the ICU, her heartbeat replaced by the continuous, electronic scream of a flatline. I gripped her cold hand, my throat sealed shut by a terror so absolute I couldn't even cry out.
I dialed my husband Grayson's private number, the one reserved only for me and his assistants. He declined the call instantly. A second later, a text buzzed against my palm:
"In a meeting. Do not disturb. Stop calling."
Five miles away, Grayson was at a luxury gala, adjusting his silk tie and laughing with Belle Escobar. He told her I was just being "dramatic" and using our daughter's "fever" as an excuse to avoid the event. He had no idea Effie's heart had already stopped.
When I finally reached our penthouse, soaked from the rain and carrying Effie's small socks in a plastic bag, Grayson didn't even look at me. He snapped at me for ruining the hardwood floors and asked if I'd left Effie with the nanny just to "feel sorry for myself."
Three days later, while I buried our daughter in a small, lonely ceremony, Grayson was at the Hamptons. Belle posted a photo of him golfing with the caption: "A mental health day with the boys." He didn't even attend the funeral, but he returned home demanding I clear out Effie's room to make a study for Belle's son.
The injustice burned through me until there was nothing left. I swallowed a handful of sleeping pills, desperate to join my daughter. But instead of the darkness, I woke up to blinding lights and the scent of Grayson's expensive cologne.
I was standing in a ballroom, wearing a blue silk dress I had already burned. Above me, a banner read: "Happy 5th Birthday Kaiden & Effie."
I was back, exactly one year before the tragedy. This time, I wasn't going to be the grieving wife. I was going to be their worst nightmare.
7.5
I spent three weeks scrubbing carbonized grease off woks at the Jade Garden, hiding my elite tactical training behind raw knuckles and a practiced, submissive stutter. My mission was the only thing keeping me sane: finding my sister, Elena, who vanished into thin air after her phone last pinged near the city’s Restricted Sector.
The breakthrough came when my boss, a bully named Uncle Wong, forced me to take a delivery to 101 Blackwood Drive—a high-security fortress where the drivers whispered that people went in and never came back right. It was a geographic match for Elena's last known location, but as I rode my battered scooter toward the massive steel gates, I realized I wasn't just investigating a lead; I was walking into a spider's web.
The mansion was a monolith of cold concrete and military-grade surveillance, owned by Hugh Bradford, a billionaire who controlled the city’s elite like puppets. During my delivery, the magnetic locks hissed shut, the lights died, and I was plunged into absolute darkness with a predator who didn't want my money. Bradford pinned me against a stainless steel counter and did something unthinkable: he sank his teeth into my shoulder, using the rhythm of my frantic pulse to anchor his own fractured mind.
I escaped with a bruised neck and a thousand-dollar "tip," feeling the crushing weight of his violation and the terrifying realization that my "clumsy immigrant" act hadn't fooled him for a second. I didn't understand why a man of his power would treat a delivery girl like a biological drug, or what he had done to the other girls who had vanished behind those black glass walls.
My heart hammered against my ribs as I realized I was being hunted by a man who could buy and sell my life a thousand times over.
"You're terrified," he had whispered in the dark, and for the first time in years, I wasn't faking it.
Back in my apartment, I found a note tucked inside the cash that confirmed my worst fears:
"For the inconvenience. See you Tuesday."
He thinks he’s found a new toy to play with, but he just gave me the one thing I needed to find my sister—an invitation to go back inside and finish what I started.
8.4
Twenty-four-year-old Rain Hart has fought to be seen all her life. Getting admitted into the prestigious Katherine Knight Fashion Academy with nothing but talent was a sign to her that things were finally falling into place in her life... until she encountered Adrian Knight, the billionaire CEO. She never planned to fall for the most dangerous man in it.
Adrian Knight is power, control, and temptation wrapped in a suit, and completely off-limits. He is everything Rain should avoid: married, connected to the Academy. But stolen glances turn into secret meetings, and before Rain can stop herself, she's trapped in an affair that could destroy them both.
Because Adrian doesn't belong to her. He belongs to a world built on dominance, legacy... and ruthless women who don't lose. When their secret explodes, it doesn't just trend...
It detonates. The headlines are merciless. The academy turns toxic. Jealous rivals circle like vultures. Then a blackmailer ends up dead. Adrian is arrested for murder. And Rain becomes the girl everyone loves to hate.
But the scandal isn't the most dangerous thing lurking in the shadows.
It's the truth.
A truth so devastating it shatters everything Rain thought she knew about love, loyalty... and herself.
Now pregnant, hunted by the press, betrayed by the powerful, and drowning in a world where trust is a weapon... Rain runs.
But in the Knight empire, power doesn't forgive. Jealousy doesn't forget. Survival comes at a price. And some secrets?
They should never be uncovered.
8.2
For five years, I was the wife of Jace Sharpe, the city's untouchable "Golden Boy." I was a loyalty consultant paid ten million dollars to make him fall in love, but I was the one who ended up genuinely falling for him.
Then his old flame, Fallon, reappeared. When I told him I was pregnant with our child, his face became a mask of stone. Fallon smirked from the steps of his private jet.
"The baby has come at the wrong time," he said, his voice as cold as ice. "It must be aborted."
He had his men drag me to a clinic. As the anesthetic took hold, I heard him give a final, cruel order to the doctor: "A hysterectomy. I want to ensure there are no more… inconvenient surprises."
He destroyed my body and our child for another woman. Lying in that sterile room, my love turned to icy hatred. I reached for a burner phone I hadn't touched in years and sent a single message to a mysterious contact. The reply was instant: "I'll pick you up in fifteen days."
9.6
On the anniversary of my mother's death, I found my husband in our bed with my best friend.
The betrayal shattered me, just as a similar affair had driven my mother to suicide years before.
Consumed by a blinding rage, I exposed their secrets to the world and destroyed her career. My vengeance was swift and brutal, but it was I who ended up behind bars for a year and a half. They watched as I was dragged away, their faces a mask of disgust.
They built a life on the ruins of mine, while I was left with nothing but the four walls of a prison cell.
But in that desolate place, my anger finally burned out, replaced by a quiet resolve to rebuild.
Five years later, I walked out a new woman. I had found peace, a new family, and a love I never thought possible.
I thought the past was buried, until I ran into him again. He looked at my simple dress with pity, offering me money and a ride home, completely unaware that the man waiting for me there could buy and sell him a thousand times over.
7.1
He is in pain, but so is she. He is her cure, and she is his sweet addiction...
Resisting her boss is the hardest thing Caitlyn has ever had to do, especially when she's married to the man she thinks she loves. How can she be so lose and lack self control? She has no idea, all she wants is to be claimed by him, her ruthless billionaire boss.
These dangerous, toxic desires will soon graduate into something more sinister and more twisted that she could have ever imagined. How will Caitlyn survive the danger that comes with being the billionaire's obsession?
***
"You torment me."
"You will be the end of me."
My body shudders, awaiting his touch. Waiting is torture, I want him to touch me now.
"Claim me, do it now." I whisper.
"Well.." he breathes on my skin, "Your wish is my command, kitten."