He loved me for eight years, but in the end, he drove me out in person. In pain, I saw him and my sister love each other and treat me as a tool to cure my sister. He even killed our child! Hatred is burning like fire. I'm determined to take revenge. Two years later, I came back forcefully. I was no longer the woman who loved him in the dust. The man who had been cruel and indifferent to me before had become as gentle as water. He even knelt on the ground and begged for my forgiveness. "I'm sorry, in the future, I am willing to atone for my sins with the rest of my life." Just as I was about to continue my revenge, I slowly realized that I was not completely ignorant of what had happened in the past two years. Should my revenge plan continue?
"Congratulations, Miss Sophia, you're going to be a mother."
The doctor's words had been ringing in my ears ever since I came out of the hospital.
The hand holding the test sheet was shaking slightly, and tears spilled from the corners of my eyes.
I was going to be a mother, I thought to myself, and it was such a big surprise for me. As I caressed my stomach, a beatific feeling swelled in my heart. But at the thought of the child's father, half of the great joy devolved into worry.
As I was walking along the street, I started to sort out everything that had happened in the past month.
The child's father...
Just a month ago I had been pronounced the mate of Carl Vincent Williams, the youngest Alpha in the history of werewolves. Young, handsome, and powerful, he could make the women of the entire pack go crazy for him with just one look. On the day I became his mate, the women of the entire pack looked at me with envy. Hell, even I thought I was the happiest and the luckiest woman in the world.
From the day I met Vincent at the age of ten, a seed had been planted in my heart. I was harkened back to that night eight years ago, the summer of the cicadas chirping and the cramped dark pit. I was ten years old. I was running around the mountain picking herbs for my grandfather as usual when I suddenly heard a faint cry for help. Following the sound, I found that a little boy had accidentally fallen into this pit and was on the verge of losing consciousness.
Thinking that I was agile and athletically inclined, courtesy of all that foraging I had done with Joyce, I jumped into the deep pit. I didn't know what I had been thinking back then.
The boy must have been trapped in it for some time, for his voice was so weak and he could barely open his eyes. I fed him with some dry food and water, which I had with me, and half an hour later he finally woke up. The look in his eyes was fearsome.
After he finally recognized that I was just a little girl, the hostility in his eyes decreased. He introduced himself as Vincent and told me that he had been pushed by someone. Feigning indifference, he fixed his eyes on the rest of the food in my hand, but his gulp had told me all I needed to know, and so I handed them to him and smiled sweetly, saying, "You can have these, Vincent."
The young Vincent was only twelve years old at that time, but he already had a tall and straight figure and outstanding appearance.
That was the first time I saw such a good-looking person. I was stunned unknowingly. When I came back to my senses, the young Vincent had finished his food and was asking my name.
"What's your name?" he asked softly, "When I make it out of here, I will definitely repay you."
"My name?" I hesitated. At that time, I didn't know that Vincent was the son of the Alpha. Joyce had reminded me not to tell anyone my name, and I was afraid that Vincent was a bad person.
But just as I hesitated for a second, the soil on the wall began to loosen and dirt fell on both of our hair. Looking up, I saw that the narrow and cramped wall was collapsing, and a large rock was falling toward us!
I didn't have time to hesitate; I hugged Vincent and blocked him under me. I didn't think much about it at all, all I could think about was that Vincent had been down there for a long time, he was very weak now, and I wanted to protect him.
The rock hit my back, and it felt like it was going to smash my whole body at the time.
Young Vincent exclaimed, "Get away from me! If this keeps up, you will die!"
One after another, rocks fell on my body and limbs, and my hand on the ground was also hit by a stone, breaking one of my fingers.
I grunted in pain, and Vincent's anxious voice echoed in the dark as he tried to push me away and shake my hand, but to no avail.
The heavy stone weighed on both of us, pressing our bodies together, close enough that I could hear his fast heartbeat.
Before my consciousness completely disappeared, I could feel his chest vibrate. He said to me in a hoarse voice, "Come to me! If both of us can get out alive, you must come to me. I will definitely protect you for the rest of your life!"
How much I wanted to say "yes", but as the last bit of strength in my body was wiped out, I passed out. Later, Joyce, who had hiked up the mountain with me, found that I was gone. He had been looking for me before stumbling across the collapsed pit, and saved me and young Vincent.
Vincent was taken to the hospital. Later, his parents found out who the perpetrator was, while sending Vincent elsewhere for special training to strengthen him. After all, he was the son of the Alpha and the future successor who was expected to one day govern the pack.
We both survived, but I didn't have a chance to find him.
And in the past eight years, in order to follow in Vincent's footsteps, I had worked hard to improve myself, all just to be able to catch a glimpse of him in the crowd. But I knew it was all in vain, for at no point had I let the fact that we were two different strata slip my mind. He was the Alpha at the peak of the totem pole, while I was an orphan girl who had been abandoned in the woods by my biological parents. I was seven when I had been abandoned in the woods, and I couldn't remember what my biological parents looked like. All I remember was that it was Joyce, the grandfather of my now sister, Marianne, who had taken me in and cared for me in the days to come. He had treated me like a real family and taught me what love was and what it felt like. Even though my new parents, George and Amanda, hated me and wanted to kick me out, he had never abandoned me. He had watched me grow up, and all that I had learned, I owed it to him.
If being an abandoned child wasn't awful enough, I was a werewolf in name only. If I was incapable of shifting into a werewolf, did that make me a werewolf still? This was a great shame to the pack.
How could a wild child like me, who was but a street urchin, cross paths with such an all-powerful man?
But God, with His twisted sense of humor, had a way of telling me that I was not the one in charge. A month ago, I went to a party hosted by a friend and woke up the next morning with Vincent lying beside me.
A striking patch of bright red on the white sheets had told me all I needed to know about what had happened to Vincent and I the night before.
I tried to recall what had happened the night before, but all I could remember was Vincent walking into the room I had been in, his eyes unfocused and glazed. I thought he was drunk. That was the second time after a long time that I had had a chance to see him up close.
"You... you're her. But..." I had heard him say that, and I thought he had finally recognized me after so long. He pushed me onto the bed, and I knew I shouldn't have done this, I knew I should have told him who I was while he was in full control of his faculties. But I let myself go. I gave full rein to the animal inside me and had a small bite of what I thought was the forbidden fruit of my eight-year-long longing for him, the little boy from the past who had now matured into a grown man.
At that point of my recalling, Vincent had woken up. I had sensed movement around me and was about to turn my head when suddenly a pair of big hands grabbed my neck.
Vincent's strength was so great that the back of my head was banged against the wall, making my vision spin. I looked at him with tears in my eyes, but what was reflected back to me were his blood-red eyes and his gnashed-teeth voice: "Are you really that infatuated with me that you would even resort to using this despicable means just to spend a night with me?"
Sharon was a common college student who dreamed of being a journalist. Two years ago, her father had a car accident, and the expensive medical expenses almost drove her insane. Stanley, an overbearing president, helped her get rid of the predicament. After that, she married him, and he was in charge of all her father's medical expenses. Every night, he often got drunk and called another woman's name when he was making out with his wife. Who was this woman? And why did he marry her? It seemed she didn't have the right to ask these questions even though she was his wife. She didn't know these answers until the woman her husband called every night showed in front of her...
"Carroll Brown is dead! But you have to marry him in your sister's name." My mother said to me in a cold tone. My sister was engaged to the hottest billionaire. It should have been a perfect marriage. Unexpectedly, Carroll was dead in an accident. My sister didn't want to become a widow, so she forced me to marry her dead fiance. And I had no right to refuse her. Actually, I was the biological daughter of the Smith family. My sister was an adoptive one. My sister and I had been swapped at the hospital when we were just born. My parents had already had a deep relationship with her. So they chose to sacrifice me. On the wedding day, I was taken to the mourning hall. "Ma'am, please keep Master company and let him feel warm." The housekeeper said with a cold expression. I couldn't help but look up at the portrait above the coffin, and my heart skipped a beat at this glance. The man in the portrait was more handsome than the superstars in Hollywood. Carroll Brown? My dead husband? Wow, he was really handsome! I didn't know how long had passed when my stomach began to rebel. After one glance at the coffin, I swallowed my saliva and then begged with my fingers crossed. "Mr. Carroll, I'm starving! May I eat your pastries? You don't mind, do you?" "I do." "Ah!" Scared, I broke out in a cold sweat. My legs went limp, and I fell to the ground. I shouted, "Ghost!" Carroll curled his lips, leaned over, and touched the black coffin. "Mr. Carroll has risen from the dead. What do you think of this headline tomorrow?"
Six years ago, Lance Hardwicke, the most powerful member of the Hardwicke family, had an unexpected encounter with a young girl. As a result, Carley Chambers lost her innocence and was sent abroad by her evil stepmother. Six years later, Carley returned as a world-renowned doctor, accompanied by her two adorable children. Fate brought Carley and Lance together once more. When Lance visited the hospital, he was mistaken for a street thug by Carley. Despite this, Carly took him in as he was the father of her children. However, he had to abandon his gangster lifestyle and find legitimate work. As the head of the Hardwick family, Lance struggled to accept such a drastic change. ... Lance: I will not accept this arrangement! Karly: Well, don't come home today. Lance: I'm sorry, Honey. Their two babies clapped their hands and laughed, "You deserve it! Never mess with mom!"
Last night, I spent an erotic night with a stranger in a bar. I'm not a random woman. I did this because I was too sad yesterday. The boyfriend who had been in love with me for three years dumped me and flash-married a rich girl. Although I act as if nothing happened in front of my friends, I'm really sad. To ease my mood, I went to the bar alone and got drunk. Accidentally, I ran into him. He is beyond attractive and incredibly sexy. As desire controlled my mind, I had one-night stand with him. When I decided to forget everything and move on, I found my one-night stand turn to be my new boss. A possessive guy.
In their three years of marriage, Chelsea had been a dutiful wife to Edmund. She used to think that her love and care would someday melt Edmund's cold heart, but she was wrong. Finally, she couldn't take the disappointment any longer and chose to end the marriage. Edmund had always thought that his wife was just boring and dull. So it was shocking when Chelsea suddenly threw divorce papers at his face in front of everyone at the Nelson Group's anniversary party. How humiliating! After that, everyone thought that the formerly-married couple would never see each other again, even Chelsea. Once again, she thought wrong. Sometime later, at an award ceremony, Chelsea went onstage to accept the award for best screenplay. Her ex-husband, Edmund, was the one presenting the award to her. As he handed her the trophy, he suddenly reached for her hand and pleaded humbly in front of the audience, "Chelsea, I'm sorry I didn't cherish you before. Could you please give me another chance?" Chelsea looked at him indifferently. "I'm sorry, Mr. Nelson. My only concern now is my business." Edmund's heart was shattered into a million pieces. "Chelsea, I really can't live without you." But his ex-wife just walked away. Wasn't it better for her to just concentrate on her career? Men would only distract her—especially her ex-husband.
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
"Then let's get a divorce!" With courage, Leora left her husband's house, after being accused of poisoning his mistress. Her in-laws and sister-in-law had planned various ways to kick her out of Peter's house and in the end Leora gave in. However, no one expected that things would turn 180 degrees after the divorce. When everyone who had hurt her was happy with each other's lies, Leora returned. This time, she was no longer the poor orphan girl from the orphanage. She has changed and not only that, she also carries a big secret that will make everyone turn to worship her feet.
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.