I was once a well-known feminist activist, but later I became a gold digger and a submissive wife. To earn money for Frank's medical treatment, I married Zachary and became a stepmother to his autistic son, Erik. Former friends criticized me for degrading myself and cut off contact with me. My life became very narrow; I spent my days meticulously caring for Erik and my nights accompanying Zachary through the ups and downs. In the fifth year of our marriage, Erik's biological mother returned. She was a wealthy heiress, a PhD from a prestigious university, stunningly beautiful, and had built a feminist persona on social media, amassing millions of followers. In comparison, I felt dull and uninteresting, and people found me repulsive. So, I decided to file for divorce.
Zachary Mason was still in a conference overseas, too busy to sign the divorce agreement.
I put the agreement on the desk in his study without sending him a message.
Anyway, since a month ago, he had stopped replying to any of my messages.
I guessed he was enjoying himself with Charlee Mills.
The previous night, Charlee posted on her Instagram. "We returned to each other after parting for five years."
The background picture was a man's back. The pearl-gray suit set off his gentleness and elegance, and the moon was bright outside the window.
I recognized he was Zachary at the first sight.
Zachary and Charlee were childhood sweethearts and grew up together. They had a son, Erik Mason.
Later on, Charlee went to Yodruland for further education, and Zachary inherited his family business and stayed domestically.
Their love story was full of twists and turns.
On the contrary, my marriage with Zachary was only a mistake.
I didn't think it was a big deal, though. I didn't suffer any loss. After all, Zachary gave me 50 thousand bucks every month.
However, I had spent it all on my brother's medical treatment.
I didn't have a lot of savings.
In the five years of marriage, Zachary had bought me high-end jewelry, dresses, handbags, and shoes, but I didn't take any of them with me.
I only took one painting drawn by Erik.
In the picture, the sky was green, and a light pink star was emitting bright light.
He said it was me.
I knew him better than anyone else.
That was why Zachary had married me.
I stared at the picture, the scene when I first arrived at the Mason family's house appearing in my mind.
At that time, my younger brother, Frank Murray, had just been diagnosed with brain paralysis. He didn't have medical insurance, and all the treatment fees had to be paid by ourselves.
My family was short of money, and my parents cried aloud and begged me for help.
I was in the second year of my postgraduate study and decided to look for a part-time job. Coincidentally, the Mason family was recruiting a nanny with a high wage.
Erik was autistic and hated strangers very much. Zachary had changed more than 50 nannies to take care of him.
When it was my turn in the interview, Erik miraculously hugged me and uttered a word.
"Mom... Mom."
Maybe it was because the T-shirt I wore that day was engraved with Erik's favorite star, or maybe it was because there was a mysterious connection between us.
He liked me very much.
Therefore, I stayed and was hired as his nanny.
His voice calling "Mom" became clearer as time went by.
No matter how I corrected him, he always called me mom firmly.
Zachary loved his only son so much that he didn't hesitate to marry me for Erik's sake.
Since then, I had become Erik's mother legally.
However, Erik didn't need me anymore.
He had turned eight years old this year. After my years of interference training, he looked like a normal child.
Erik was sent to Yodruland to reunite with his birth mother Charlee and could get more advanced treatment there.
He didn't need me as his mother any longer.
As for Zachary, he had never needed me as his wife.
It was useless for me to continue staying with the Mason family.
I would feel heartbroken and unwilling.
However, a shameless superfluous person was far more miserable than a wise person who made a decision and stopped her loss in time.
It would be better sooner than later. I was leaving.
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?
Rejected by her mate, who had been her long-time crush, Jasmine felt utterly humiliated. Seeking solace, she headed to a party to drown her sorrows. But things took a turn for the worse when her friends issued a cruel dare: kiss a stranger or beg her mate for forgiveness. With no other choice, Jasmine approached a stranger and kissed him, thinking that would be the end of it. However, the stranger unexpectedly wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "You're mine!" He growled, his words sending shivers down her spine. And then, he offered her a solution that would change everything...
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.