Chapter: The Golden TrapBeatrice's POVMorning light wakes me and for a moment I forget where I am until I see the unfamiliar ceiling and remember everything. The auction, the sale, Vincent and Christopher, ten million dollars, six months in this cage.Someone knocks on my door soft but persistent."Beatrice? Are you awake?" Christopher's voice carries worry like he expects to find me broken.I pull on a robe that costs more than anything I have ever owned and open the door. Christopher stands there with coffee and dark circles under his eyes like he did not sleep either."Vincent wants to meet in an hour," he says, offering the mug. "Business discussion about tomorrow's event."The coffee is perfect and that annoys me because I don't want Christopher to still remember how I take my coffee after ten years. "What kind of business discussion?""He wants to explain expectations for the gala: people to expect, what to say and not say." Christopher shifts uncomfortably. "Vincent likes everyone prepared.""Prepare
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Chapter: Signed in InkBeatrice's POVThe contract room smells like expensive paper and permanent decisions. I sit across from Vincent while Christopher hovers nearby looking like he wants to apologize for everything that brought us here.Sandra spreads documents across the table in neat rows. "Standard joint purchase agreement, six months duration with option to extend. Both buyers share equal authority. Lot 23, please review section four before signing."Section four lists my new life affairs. I’ll live in Vincent's penthouse, attend functions as requested, not contact my former pack, not leave without permission, and obey all reasonable commands from either owner."Define reasonable," I say, because vague language always hides traps.Vincent leans back in his chair looking almost pleased by the question. "Attending business dinners, representing my company appropriately, not discussing our arrangement publicly. Am not going to demand anything degrading, if that concerns you.""And if I disagree about wha
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Chapter: Lot 23Beatrice's POVThe auction house sends a car at dawn, black with windows so dark I cannot see the driver's face, and I climb inside carrying nothing because everything I own belongs to Desmond and taking it would be stealing from my future buyer.Sandra meets me at the service entrance wearing a business suit and a smile that would look friendly if her eyes were not so empty. "Beatrice of Crescent Moon Pack, Lot 23, welcome. Follow me please."She leads me through corridors that smell like fear disguised as luxury, I pass rooms where I glimpse other people waiting to be sold. A young man sits on a chair staring at nothing. An older woman applies makeup with trembling hands. My preparation room has soft furniture and expensive lighting but the door locks from outside."You have three hours until processing," Sandra says. "Hair and makeup artists arrive in one hour. The bathroom is through that door.. don't leave this room."After she leaves I sit on the plush chair and pull out my pho
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Chapter: The Numbers Never LieBeatrice's POVThe accounting software crashed for the third time tonight and I want to throw my laptop through the window, but windows in the Alpha residence are expensive and I am the one who will have to explain the repair costs to pack elders who already think I waste money.Instead I restart the program and pull up the financial reports Richard sent this morning with a note that just says, We need to talk about the Alpha accounts, which is Beta code for disaster.The pack house echoes with music and laughter from Desmond's flirtatious gathering which he calls getting drunk with friends while I work late in my office pretending everything is fine. April knocks on my door carrying coffee."Luna Beatrice, you should eat something," she says, setting the mug on my desk carefully. "You have been up here since dawn.""The numbers are wrong." I scroll through transactions that make less sense the longer I look at them. "Five million dollars moved out of pack reserves over six months and
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Code Red: The billionaire’s ex-wife
Vespera gave up everything for Randell Sterling. She buried her brilliance, hid her beauty behind thick frames and baggy clothes, and played the role of the obedient, invisible housewife. She thought her devotion would eventually melt the ice in his eyes. She was wrong.
For five years, she was nothing more than a glorified nanny to their son and a convenient ornament for his public image. But the illusion of her marriage shatters the day she walks into Randell’s office to surprise him—only to find him with his "executive assistant," Caroline.
The betrayal cuts deep, but the fatal blow comes from her own flesh and blood. When Vespera reaches for her five-year-old son, the boy she nearly died birthing pushes her away and runs into the mistress’s arms. "I don't want you! I want Mommy Caroline!"
Broken, discarded, and replaced, Vespera signs the divorce papers and vanishes.
Three years later, the tech world is on its knees for a ghost known only as 'V'—the elusive director of a multi-billion dollar startup. Randell Sterling is desperate to acquire V’s technology to save his empire. He arranges a meeting, expecting a socially awkward nerd.
Instead, he walks into a boardroom and faces a woman who stops his heart. The glasses are gone. The timid girl is dead. In her place stands a stunning, ruthless queen with a new man by her side—Randell’s sworn business rival.
"Hello, Mr. Sterling," Vespera smirks, clicking a pen that could cost more than his car. "Price just went up. Double."
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Chapter: The Price of a SoulVespera’s povThe interior of the Maybach was silent, save for the low hum of the engine and the sound of my own jagged breathing. The city lights blurred past the tinted windows like streaks of dying stars, gold and white melting into each other. I watched Randell through the tinted glass as he stood frozen on the sidewalk. He looked small. For the first time in my life, the man who had loomed over me like a god looked like nothing more than a statue left out in the rain.There had been a time when the mere sight of him would have made my stomach twist with nervous anticipation. I used to search his face for approval, for warmth, for any sign that I had done something right. Tonight, all I saw was confusion. And something else. Fear.“You can breathe now, V,” Liam said. He didn’t look at me. He was busy tapping a rhythm on his knee, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. The city reflected in his pupils, sharp and calculating.I let out a breath I’d been holding since the lobby. My lungs
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Chapter: The Ghost of a WomanVespers's povThe neon sign of The Rusty Anchor flickered, casting a sickly green light over my face. At twenty-four, I was supposed to be in my prime. Instead, I looked like a shadow of a person. I had married Randell at nineteen, an age where most girls were picking out majors, not picking out curtains for a man who would never come home.I sat at the sticky bar top, my fingers trembling around a glass of cheap bourbon. I didn’t even like bourbon. It tasted like ash and battery acid, but it was the only thing that burned hot enough to distract me from the cold hole in my chest.My phone vibrated on the bar.Unknown: The meeting is set for next month. Don’t disappear again, V. The world is waiting for the ghost to return.I stared at the message from Liam Ravindra’s assistant. Liam. The man who had been a myth in my life for years. We had never met in person, only through encrypted servers and lines of code that could topple banks. He was my only way out, but today, he felt like a mi
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Chapter: The Anniversary GiftVespera's povThe candles had burned down to the wicks, leaving pools of hardened wax on the imported tablecloth.I stared at the cold Risotto. It was the third time I’d reheated it, and at this point, it was essentially glue. I adjusted my glasses, the heavy black frames sliding down my nose, and checked my watch.11:45 PM.“Happy Anniversary, Vespera,” I whispered to the empty room, my voice cracking just a little.I reached for my wine glass, but my hand paused when the front door’s biometric lock beeped. The heavy oak door swung open, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees.Randell Sterling walked in.He was a man who looked like he was carved from marble and dressed by the devil—sharp, expensive, and devastatingly cold. He didn’t look at the dining room. He didn’t look at the decorations I had spent all day setting up. He was typing on his phone, his thumb moving furiously.“You’re late,” I said, standing up. I smoothed the skirt of my vintage floral dress—a d
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