Rejecting My Mate Who Took Me As A Stand-In
I'm Hannah Rhodes. Once, I thought Brandon Hayes-my brother Tyler's friend-was both my savior and secret mate. But our anniversary turned to shock: I saw him with his ex Ashley, hearing he only used me as her stand-in.
Later, Tyler revealed my real rescuer was Daniel Brooks, not Brandon.
Heartbroken, I left to find Daniel in Elthenia, cutting all ties with Brandon. Brandon, obsessed with Ashley, even sabotaged his esports dream for her-yet slowly realized he loved me.
He confronted Ashley, exposed her cruelty , and ruined her family. But when he tracked me to Elthenia, I rejected him cold.
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Chapter 4
The next few days, Brandon was stuck in the hospital, but I didn't visit.
I was sipping coffee when I scrolled past Ashley's post on my phone.
She was wearing a delicate collarbone ring, captioned,
"Love paid for with a life-I'll take it~" My finger paused, then swiped past it, calm as ever.
My visa was set, plane tickets booked for Four days from now.
I'd been running around, picking out gifts for Daniel-stuff I thought he'd like.
I chose each one carefully, like I was making up for all the years I'd missed with the wrong wolf.
Lugging bags of gifts back home, I pushed open the door and froze.
Brandon was sprawled on the couch.
I blinked, then played it cool. "You're back?"
He looked up, his brow creasing slightly.
He'd been in the hospital for days, and I hadn't shown up-not even a call.
My chat thread with him was dead silent. Seeing me so unfazed now, his chest seemed to tighten.
"You knew I was in the hospital?" His voice was low, edged.
"Yup," I said, setting the shopping bags by the entryway. "What's up?"
"Why didn't you visit?"
"Work's been crazy."
He stared at my back as I turned away, his fingers absently rubbing the armrest.
Work was always crazy, but I'd always put him first before-dropped everything for him. His eyes landed on the bags, all men's stuff.
For me? I could almost hear him wonder.
Then I asked, "You got banged up pretty bad. How're you out so soon?"
"Tomorrow's the global tournament," he said, locking eyes with me. "Hannah, you're coming with me."
I froze.
Brandon was the golden wolf of Argentum Town, born with a silver spoon but chasing esports instead of the family empire.
With millions of fans, he was a legit gaming god.
Tomorrow's match was his shot at a grand slam-the peak of his career.
His dream.
And I'd been his biggest cheerleader.
When he first went pro, the entire Hayes pack, including his grandpa Walter, tried to shut him down.
We'd just gotten together back then, and I showed up at Walter's with a bottle of whiskey.
No one knows what I said, but after that, the Hayes pack never stood in Brandon's way again.
He asked me once,
"Why'd you fight for me? Don't you think I'm just screwing around?"
"Doing what you love isn't screwing around," I'd told him, poking his dimple with a grin.
"I'm kinda jealous of you dream-chasers. My dream's just making bank now, but since my mate's got a dream, I'm happy for you."
After that, he insisted I be at every match.
No matter how slammed I was-billion-dollar deals on the line-I'd be in the stands, cheering. But this time, I shook my head. "I'm not going."
Brandon froze, disbelief flashing across his face. That uneasy feeling in him stirred again. "No, you have to come." He grabbed my wrist.
"Is it that Northside project? Hayes has a stake in it. I'll get them to ease up, handle any roadblocks. Just come to the match with me."
I hesitated, then nodded. "Fine."
He let out a relieved breath.
The next day, the arena was a zoo-fans packed in, waving glow signs, chanting "Brandon for the grand slam!" It was his dream, and theirs too.
At the venue, I said, "Go ahead, I'll park."
Brandon got out, but I noticed his phone left on the seat. As I picked it up, the screen lit up. A message from Ashley:
"Brandon, I'm here for your match too! Second condition: I wanna see you fall from grace. Throw the game-give away eleven kills. Lose it, okay?"
My heart lurched.
Before I could process, Brandon doubled back for his phone. He saw the message, his face twitching briefly before smoothing out. He grabbed the phone and started to leave, but I stopped him.
"Brandon," I said, voice steady, "good luck getting that grand slam."
Don't be an idiot.
He paused, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "I will."
Inside the arena, the crowd's cheers were deafening.
On the big screen, Brandon's face loomed larger than life-black jacket, headset on, sharp nose, chiseled brow, those reckless eyes that made fans scream. He was heart-stoppingly gorgeous.
But I saw what they didn't. His fingers tapped the keyboard nervously, his throat bobbing.
I knew what he was wrestling with.
The game started.
Then-
One.
Two.
Four.
...
Eleven. He walked straight into the enemy's trap, screen going gray.
Eleven kills, handed over on purpose.
The crowd gasped. The commentator went silent. Fans stared, stunned, some smashing their signs in rage.
The match was lost.
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7.9
Content warning (18+):
This isn't your clean romance. It's messy, raw, burning with heats and intense. Enter at your own risk.
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I didn't expect to be fucked by my best friend's dad after crashing at their lake house.
They were out of the country and I came to recover from a heartbreak, but I ended up riding his cock all night.
He rammed into my pussy as I screamed out my lungs, and the next morning, I sneaked out.
Did everything to avoid running into him, but I soon find him sitting across the desk as my boss.
I tried so hard to resist him, but I couldn't. I fingered myself in my office, shamelessly moaning his name.
Turns out he watched through the camera, and he stopped me from cumming as a punishment for avoiding him.
But I defied him, this time I cummed, fingers deep inside my pussy, warm sticky wetness dripping down the floor as I cum despite his raging voice through the intercom.
Later, I suck him off to make it up to him, his fat thick cock fills my mouth, his precum spread through my tongue, he cums hard, thrusting into my throat.
Then he rewarded me, spread me out on his desk and thrust into my dripping cunt, hard, painful, filling me to the hilt.
I know I'm going to hell, I might as well just burn, so I let him use me however he wants. I take his cock without a word, spread for him anytime, until his daughter walks in on us.
8.6
⸻
"Sweetheart, do you like it when I touch you?"
"Yes... yes, I do, Mr. Steele."
"Who do you belong to, fiery one?"
"You... I'm all yours."
By morning, I'm his secretary.
By night... I'm bent over his desk, moaning his name.
He says it's just pleasure. Just business.
But his touch tells a different story.
I'm Sienna Ward-just a girl trying to survive in a cold world.
He's Dominic Steele-ruthless billionaire CEO, dangerously handsome, and secretly mine.
He's addicted to me-my lips, my body, my fire.
In his office, I wear a pencil skirt.
Behind locked doors, I wear nothing but his hunger.
But there's a catch...
He's engaged-to Clara.
My ex-best friend.
The senator's daughter.
The woman who once had my back... until she buried a knife in it.
Dominic's mother says I'll never belong in their world.
But what if I'm already carrying a piece of it?
I was supposed to be his plaything.
Now, I might be the mother of his child.
8.6
Chosen Wolf
8.6
Danni's world shatters the day her father dies. Her mother has become a hollow shell of who she once was, and Danni is left to pick up the pieces alone. Every day feels like a battle just to breathe, to move, to find something resembling normal. Then her ex shows up - stirring old wounds and turning her already broken life into chaos. As if that weren't enough, the people she trusted most begin acting... strange. Secrets twist around her like shadows, and nothing feels real anymore. And that's when he appears - the mysterious stranger who keeps showing up just in time to save her. There's something familiar about him, something that tugs at her soul. But the more she dreams of the haunting white wolf that stalks her nights, the more she wonders if her mind is unraveling... or if something far darker is calling to her.
9.4
Raised by wolves, trained by bandits, forged in violence, she was a cold-hearted warrior, but forced to conceal her true gender to survive in the city of Los Angeles. Confined in an orphanage, she became entangled with Lucas Blackwood. Casey Angeles eventually found herself selected to be trained at the world's largest military training base (M base), an opportunity that seemed unimaginable given the base's policy of only accepting males.
Lucas Blackwood, the director of the M base and the mysterious eldest son of the Blackwood family, is a legendary figure in both the business and underground worlds. But despite being a paragon, he has a secret illness that hinders him from getting close to a woman, so he has the greatest shock of his life when he encounters and discovers Casey's gender, yet His illness doesn't break out.
What will happen when they both get entangled with each other and Lucas finds himself getting attracted to the disguised Casey? Will Casey's secret be discovered? Will her Cold heart eventually be thawed? Will Lucas forgive her deceit after finding out the secret? How did she not trigger Lucas's illness despite being a female?
8.2
On our tenth anniversary, I found the divorce papers my husband, Drake, had secretly filed a year ago.
That same night, I watched him walk into our favorite restaurant, his arm wrapped around his pregnant campaign manager, Chelsea.
I soon learned his plan was more monstrous than a simple affair. He had tricked me into signing the papers, intending for me to raise his mistress's child as my own-a perfect political cover for the wife who couldn't conceive.
When Chelsea later faked a fall and blamed me, the hatred in Drake's eyes confirmed everything.
"If anything happens to her or my child," he snarled, shoving me aside, "I will never forgive you."
He didn't know my secret.
After twelve agonizing rounds of IVF, I was finally pregnant-with twins. He had made his choice, and now I was making mine. I would disappear with my children, and he would never see us again.
7.9
He tilted her chin up, his touch deceptively gentle.
"You're trembling," he whispered, brushing his thumb over her lips, slow enough to make her shiver.
"Is it fear..." His gaze lingered on her mouth. "Or me?"
Her pulse stuttered, betraying her. He was too close, and her body didn't seem to remember which feeling came first, terror or desire.
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Elena Castellano never thought her father would trade her freedom to keep her safe. But after a violent attack changes everything, she is forced to marry the one man she has every reason to be afraid of, Stefano Bernardo, the ruthless heir to one of Milan's most dangerous families.
To the world, it's a union between two powerful families.
To Stefano, it's the sweetest revenge.
Stuck in a marriage built on deceit and danger, Elena must fight not only for her freedom but also for her life, because Stefano's revenge runs deeper than she ever imagined.
And if she truly wants to live, she must face the truth: the real danger isn't her husband's revenge; it's falling for him.
He married her to destroy her family.
But she might become the death of him - literally.