At the age of nine, Cassandra watched her father disappear from their lives without a word, without a glance. Since then, her family had fought every day to survive, trapped in cruel poverty. Her mother, her sister, and she had to make do with little, their daily life a silent struggle to stay together. Her older brother, Tanner, had been taken by their father, and she hadn't heard from him in years. Cassandra lived in the shadow of that emptiness left by the absence of a father figure. But one day, her so-called father suddenly reappeared in their lives as if nine years of silence had never happened. He told Cassandra that an arranged marriage to his boss's son was now inevitable. With no other choice, she agreed, convinced that her fate was sealed. She met her future husband, an arrogant and detestable man, who shattered any hope of a happy future. Everything seemed lost, until one day, by chance, she crossed paths with the man who could very well be the man of her dreams. Hope was reborn, but the path to happiness seemed more uncertain than ever.
Chapter 01
I heard a crash. I turned around, startled, to see that Mom had dropped her only vase-water and dead flowers scattered across the floor like broken memories.
"Mom, are you okay?!" I called out, stepping away from the strange man who still stood frozen at the door.
I rushed to the kitchen, pulling a rag from underneath the sink. Dropping to my knees, I began cleaning up the shards of glass, sopping up the water and tossing the wilted flowers into the trash can as I went. The air felt heavier now, like all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room.
Mom stepped around me, almost like she'd forgotten she had just dropped something. Her voice was shaky, but not weak. "Felix? Is that you?"
"Yes, Darcy. It's me," the stranger said, his voice low and unsure.
Then it happened-something that shocked me to my core. Without hesitation, Mom raised her hand and slapped the man hard across the face. The sound echoed through the house like thunder.
"How dare you come back here after nine years! Nine years without so much as a phone call!" she shouted, her voice trembling with rage.
I stood up slowly, my legs stiff from kneeling. Nine years? My stomach twisted. Wait... wasn't that when-
I looked at him again, really looked. He had my eyes-those same familiar amber-brown eyes staring back at me like a mirror. He had Tanner's black hair, and the fair skin that ran in our family. My chest tightened.
No. It couldn't be. But it was.
This man... was my father. The one who abandoned us. The one who walked away and never looked back.
Fury boiled in my veins. I clenched my fist without thinking-glass still in my hand. A sharp sting followed. Blood dripped down my palm, but I didn't care. My heart was pounding too hard, filled with hate and confusion.
"Cassandra, you're bleeding!" Dad-no, Felix-exclaimed.
I looked down at the blood seeping through my fingers. He had no right to care.
Mom turned sharply. "Cassandra, give me that rag!" She snatched it from my hand, tossed the shards in the garbage, and rushed to the sink. Hot water poured from the faucet as she soaked the rag and came back to me.
Kneeling in front of me, she gently pulled the glass from my hand and wrapped the hot rag around it. "Don't scare me like that," she whispered, her voice soft now. But I was barely listening.
He was still there. The man responsible for every ache, every tear, every unanswered question growing up. My hands trembled with the urge to strike him like Mom had-only harder.
Dad stepped in, finally closing the door behind him like he belonged here. Like he ever did. "Are you okay, Cassandra?"
Before I could even think of a response, Mom stepped in front of me. "Who said you could come in?"
He ignored her completely, looking at me again. "Cassandra, are you okay?"
That was the final straw.
This was my moment-the one I used to dream about. I'd imagined yelling at him, getting in his face, screaming about how much pain he caused. But instead, my stupid passive-aggressiveness kicked in.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I mumbled.
What? No! Why did I say that? Why did my mouth betray me like this?
No. Not this time.
"I... I..." My throat locked up. This was so frustrating.
"Speak up, Cassandra. I'm listening," he said calmly.
That was it. That was what did it.
"No, I am not fine! In fact, that's the opposite of what I am right now!" I shouted.
My voice echoed, finally released from the cage it had been trapped in for years. I wanted to scream more, to yell every insult I'd ever thought about him. But the rest of the words got stuck behind the tears. They threatened to fall, but I blinked them back. I wouldn't cry. I wasn't weak.
"Get out!" Mom yelled, stepping in between us again. "Can't you see she's hurt?"
"Yes, Darcy, I know because there's blood on the floor!" he yelled back, clearly not understanding the kind of hurt she meant.
"Get out!" she screamed again, her voice rising.
"No! I will not get out! They're my children as much as they are yours!" he shouted, voice cracking with emotion or desperation-I couldn't tell.
And that's when Mom snapped.
"You don't deserve to even call them yours!" she roared, shoving him backward into the front door.
He stumbled, slamming against it with a loud thud. For a moment, I thought things were about to spiral completely out of control-maybe someone would throw a punch, maybe someone would leave crying.
But then, a small, fragile voice broke through the chaos like a whisper in a hurricane.
"Mom... why did you push that man?" Sophie asked, standing on the stairs with her teddy bear clutched to her chest, eyes wide and scared.
The whole room froze. Even Felix-Dad-turned to look at her.
Sophie. The youngest. Just seven years old. She had no clue who this man really was. All she saw was her mother pushing a stranger. Her innocence pierced through the tension like a knife.
Mom's shoulders dropped. She turned, wiping at her face quickly and walking over to Sophie. "It's okay, baby. Mommy just got upset, that's all."
Sophie hugged her bear tighter. "Is he gonna hurt us?"
"No, sweetie. He's not going to hurt anyone," Mom assured her, glaring back at Felix like a warning.
But I could see it-the flicker of guilt in his eyes. Maybe he didn't expect to be met with so much pain. Maybe he thought coming back would fix things. He was wrong.
I held my bandaged hand close to my chest. The pain hadn't fully registered yet, not the physical kind at least. But emotionally, I was unraveling. The past had crashed into our present like that vase on the floor-shattered into pieces, impossible to put back together.
And just like that, the silence settled again.
But I knew it wouldn't last.
Princess A'Nae Smith was no stranger to chaos. Born and raised in Kinji, a ghetto and dangerous neighborhood where sirens were more common than lullabies, she learned early on how to survive. Tough, sharp-tongued, and never one to back down, Princess carried herself like royalty, even if the world around her tried to strip that crown away. High school was no different-it was just a battlefield with lockers. But this wasn't just any school. It was run by none other than Mafia King, 5. Ruthless, feared, and respected. His name alone could shut people up mid-sentence. And his son? Oh, he was a whole different problem. He was the definition of popularity: cocky smile, expensive shoes, and girls who followed him like he was made of gold. But Princess wasn't impressed. She didn't care about his last name, his status, or that smug look he always wore when their paths crossed. But what happens when Princess finds out he's been watching her more than she thought? That behind all that swagger, Mafia King 5's son had a secret-he was crushing hard. On her. Things in Kinji were about to get real messy.
Morgan Mayor had always known that her 17th birthday would mark a pivotal moment in her life. In the werewolf world, that was the age when your first shift happened, and with it, the discovery of your mate-the one person in the world who was meant for you. It was a tradition, a rite of passage, one that every wolf looked forward to. But nothing could have prepared Morgan for the overwhelming flood of emotions that came with it. The moment she shifted, the world around her seemed to slow down, her senses heightened as the bond between her and her mate pulsed through her, drawing her toward him. When their eyes met, she felt it, the instant recognition-the pull that drew her toward him like gravity. But instead of the warmth and comfort she had expected, the coldness in his eyes sent a shock through her body. "I don't want you," he had said, his voice flat, detached. The words hit her like a physical blow, and her heart shattered. He was supposed to be the one who made her feel whole, but instead, he rejected her without a second thought. Morgan's world crumbled in that moment. The weight of his rejection was unbearable, but there was something else, something even more devastating. A small, growing life inside her-an undeniable reminder of the bond between them. She was carrying the Alpha's daughter, and yet, she was alone. The Alpha's blood ran through her veins, but she had no claim on his heart. As she stood there, a deep ache filled her chest, and her wolf mourned, howling for the love that would never be. Everything she had hoped for, everything she had dreamed of, had been torn away in an instant.
Rae East had always cast herself off as a girl not worthy of a Mate. Her past was filled with self-doubt, and the weight of broken dreams had shaped her view of the future as nothing more than a bleak, hopeless stretch of time. She never thought she would meet someone who would make her believe otherwise, certainly not an Alpha-someone like the man her fate had so cruelly paired her with. When she first discovered that she was mated to an Alpha, it didn't feel like a blessing. The revelation left her numb, more of a curse than anything else. She didn't expect anything from the bond. She had no hope of ever truly being seen by him, much less loved. And yet, when he brought her to his pack, it was clear that she didn't belong. She wasn't a part of his world, nor did she think she would ever be. The Alpha barely acknowledged her, leaving her adrift and forgotten in a world that felt increasingly foreign. There was no purpose for her here, no place where she fit. Rae sank further into herself, each day passing like the last-empty, silent, and full of pain. Her mind was a storm of conflicting emotions: the bond that tugged at her heart, the ache of longing, and the cold, relentless truth that the Alpha, the one who was supposed to complete her, showed no interest in doing so. Every night, she curled up in her bed, trying to block out the pull, but it was always there, a presence she couldn't escape. Confusion swirled around her like a thick fog. Rae tried to find meaning in the pack's activities, in the faces of the others who seemed to have their own lives, but nothing felt real. The taste of the bond was intoxicating-so much that it became impossible to ignore, and harder still to move away from. She couldn't stop wanting him, even though it seemed that the Alpha would never feel the same. She wondered if she was destined to be a ghost in his life forever, a shadow clinging to something that would never be hers. And yet, despite it all, Rae could not let go. She couldn't walk away from the Alpha, not when he held her heart so firmly in his grasp. But how could she fight for a future with someone who didn't want her?
Ivory felt the cold air press against her face as she stormed through the door, her heart pounding in her chest. The deal was done. She had been forced into this. The years of rivalry between her family and Darius Quartz's had culminated in an arrangement neither of them had ever wanted. Yet here she was, bound by a long-remembered promise between two bitter enemies, the ink barely dry on the marriage contract that would seal her fate. Heartbroken, angry, and confused, she had said yes to the first thing she heard. She should have stopped, she knew. Should have taken a moment to think it through, but what choice had she really had? Darius Quartz had been a name she had known only in passing, a man whose cold demeanor had haunted her thoughts even before their forced union. Now, she was his wife. She had hoped for something resembling happiness, something that might give her a glimpse of peace, but what she found was an endless cycle of solitude. The house felt too big, the silence too overwhelming. The routine she had followed for the last six months, with her husband absent and uncommunicative, had become a cage. Darius, always distant, had left for his training shortly after their marriage, leaving her to carry on alone. But now, he was back. Ivory had hoped that with his return, things might change. Perhaps he would take notice of her, of their marriage, and perhaps there would be some semblance of warmth between them. Instead, nothing had shifted. He had returned, silent as ever, his cold eyes offering her little more than a fleeting glance before he immersed himself in his work. They were strangers, trapped in a contract neither of them had wanted but both were bound to. Then, just as she had begun to resign herself to her lonely fate, he arrived-the one man she never thought she'd see again. Her ex. The one who had broken her heart. The one whose betrayal still stung. His presence in her life now, with all the unresolved emotions he brought with him, threatened everything. Was she really going to allow him back into her life after all this time? Marriage. Love. Both seemed like distant dreams now, at least to Ivory. At twenty, she had been forced into this union, and in the years since, she had been adrift, unsure of where her life was heading. Would Darius ever change? Would they ever find any real connection? Or was she doomed to live out her days in this suffocating, quiet misery? And now, with her ex back in the picture, things were about to get much more complicated.
Lara had always known there was something extraordinary about the night of the party. The instant she locked eyes with him, the pull was undeniable-his scent, the way he made her pulse race. She had never felt anything like it before. But the heat of the moment led to something she wasn't prepared for-a steamy night with her mate, followed by an unexpected rejection the next day. The cold words he spoke haunted her, leaving her heart shattered. But as time passed, life moved on. Or so she thought. A month later, her world shifted. The discovery that she was pregnant left her reeling. The shock of it all made her decide to keep it a secret, fearing the consequences. It wasn't until four years later, when their paths crossed again, that she realized just how much had changed. Fate was a strange thing, and sometimes, it had a way of throwing you into unexpected moments. Lara had no idea that the secrets she'd been carrying for years would soon come crashing into her reality-forcing her to face not just her past, but the future she never saw coming. Vous avez dit : Traduit en français ChatGPT a dit : Chapitre 09 : Des chemins imprévisibles Lara avait toujours su qu'il y avait quelque chose d'extraordinaire dans cette nuit de fête. Dès qu'elle croisa son regard, l'attirance fut indéniable-son parfum, la façon dont son cœur s'emballait. Elle n'avait jamais ressenti cela auparavant. Mais la chaleur de l'instant les mena à quelque chose pour lequel elle n'était pas prête-une nuit torride avec son âme sœur, suivie par un rejet inattendu le lendemain. Les mots froids qu'il avait prononcés la hantaient, laissant son cœur brisé. Mais au fil du temps, la vie continua. Du moins, c'est ce qu'elle pensait. Un mois plus tard, son monde bascula. La découverte de sa grossesse la laissa abasourdie. Le choc de cette nouvelle la poussa à garder le secret, redoutant les conséquences. Ce n'est que quatre ans plus tard, lorsqu'ils se croisèrent à nouveau, qu'elle comprit à quel point les choses avaient changé. Le destin était une chose étrange, et parfois, il avait une façon bien à lui de vous projeter dans des moments inattendus. Lara n'avait aucune idée que les secrets qu'elle avait gardés pendant des années allaient bientôt s'écraser dans sa réalité-la forçant à affronter non seulement son passé, mais aussi un avenir qu'elle n'avait jamais imaginé.
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