"At twenty-five weeks pregnant, she catches her husband cheating. Once admired and beloved, she is now mocked and discarded. After eight years of silent love and devotion, her heart breaks completely. She gives birth, signs the divorce papers, and vanishes. Five years later, she returns as a glamorous, self-made billionaire—confident, dazzling, and pursued by many. But the man who once abandoned her refuses to let her go. He sabotages her suitors, grows obsessed, and when she announces her engagement, he snaps: You will never marry anyone but me."
After four years of marriage, she finally discovered her husband had another family—and her own niece was actually his secret child with his adopted sister. She was never his wife, just the extra woman in his life. On the day his company went public, she crashed his celebration party with one perfect gift: divorce papers. He thought she was spoiled and useless, sure she would come crawling back. He cut off his mistress and illegitimate daughter, ready to win her back. But she shocked everyone with a multi-billion pharmaceutical patent—and a new wedding date. Furious, her ex tried to stop the wedding… until the rich list came out. He was nothing compared to her groom—the nation’s top richest man. She turned to her new husband and smiled: “Tell him, darling. You’re the billionaire he can never touch.”
She carried her second child alone, with no knowledge from her husband and son.She gave birth alone, still unnoticed by them.She nearly died, and her newborn daughter suffered cruel abuse—yet they remained completely unaware. In her and her baby’s darkest hour, he and his son poured all their care on another woman and her child, fretting over trivial matters. She finally let go. She left them behind, built her own career with her little daughter, and rose to worldwide fame. When the father and son finally saw their glory, he praised them proudly, and the boy declared they were his family. The little girl looked up confused: “Mommy, who are they?” She replied coldly: “I don’t know them.” Overwhelmed by regret, the two men knelt and begged for forgiveness. The little girl snapped: “Don’t ruin our happy life!”
Her fiancé betrayed her, forcing her into marrying the man who had assaulted her. During her escape, she accidentally crashed a wedding. There, the local mafia boss approached her and said, “Marry me, and I’ll protect you.” Desperate, she agreed to a one-year contract, thinking it was temporary. A year later, he had her pinned against the wall, saying, “You were my wife for one day—you’ll always be mine. Trying to run? Too late.”
“I,reject my mate." In the second month after my eighteenth birthday, my mate rejected me before everyone. I left the Pack in disgrace, carrying the scars of mockery and a past filled with bullying. Just when I thought my life would descend into darkness, everything changed after I met a kind Luna and Alpha…… I became a formidable warrior, leading my unit to reclaim my mother's pack, and ultimately rose as a powerful female Alpha. Now, my former mate—the Alpha heir of Silverwing—has finally cast aside all duty and chains, striving with all his might to embrace me. Should I give him a second chance?
On the night that was meant to celebrate three years of vows, I walked into our chamber and found my husband tangled in the sheets—with his brother’s widow. Shock scalded my lungs; their laughter scalded worse. “Wolfless trash,” they sneered, turning my own marriage bed into a courtroom. Their plan was simple: brand me unfit, lock me away, and divide the Aurorawisp Pack—my birthright—between them. I ran barefoot through corridors I once called home, heart drumming two words: escape, revenge. At the edge of the territory, under a moon sharp enough to cut glass, I met the one man no wolf dares challenge—Alpha Ethan, sovereign of the northern wilds, power rolling off him like winter smoke. “Alpha,” I breathed, cheeks flaming, “will you help me end this marriage?” A slow, sovereign smile. “I can dissolve bonds, Madam…but I collect a price.” I lifted my chin, voice trembling. “I won’t pay with my body. I can offer coin—” “Keep your gold,” he said, gaze pinning me like a specimen of starlight. “I want one year. You at my side, my name on your lips, my mark on your wrist—contract Luna, nothing more, nothing less.” The night air crackled. One signature, and I’d trade a traitor’s ring for a tyrant’s collar. Yet if power is currency, perhaps the most dangerous ally is exactly the weapon I need. I extended my hand. “One year, Alpha. When the contract burns out, I walk free.” His fingers closed over mine—warm steel. “One year, Luna. Then we both decide what freedom means.”
