Bankrupting the Alpha: Crowned by the Dragon King
“I built his empire with my blood and my money. He rewarded me by taking my cousin to our bed.”
For years, I was the invisible Alpha of the Sandwell Pack. While Maxwell claimed his "duties" kept him from me, I was the one balancing the ledgers, securing the borders, and investing my private millions to turn his dying territory into a gold mine.
On my 18th birthday, I finally found out what those "duties" were.
I found my fated mate, Maxwell, in the arms of my cousin, Amelie. they mocked me for being a "useful fool," an unpaid servant who funded their luxury while they shared a bed.
When I exposed their lies to the Pack, they didn’t offer me justice. They chose Amelie’s fake tears and exiled me on the spot.
I didn't steal a cent of their wealth—I left the accounts exactly as I found them: pathetic and empty.
Five years later, the girl they threw away is the woman who owns the world.
A royal decree from the Dragon King forces all Alphas into the elite Alpha Academy. I return not as a victim, but as a billionaire mogul. Maxwell is there, too—not to beg for my forgiveness, but to hunt me down. He’s humiliated, bankrupt, and determined to make me pay for exposing his "perfect" reputation to the world.
But I’m not the defenseless girl he remembers, and I’m not alone. I’ve caught the eye of Sol, the Dragon Prince, a man who finds my power intoxicating.
Maxwell wants my blood for the lies I uncovered. The pack wants my fortune to save their skins. But the Dragon Prince? He’s ready to burn anyone who dares to touch his Queen.
Basahin
Chapter: SensorsMaxwell was gone. Truly gone.For a flickering second, a memory I had tried to bury surfaced. I remembered his laughter as a pup, high and bright. I remembered him rolling around in the dirt with Caleb and Jax, four children making a mess of the world. He used to help me in ways no one else dared, standing up to the older boys before he even knew what an Alpha was.But as we grew, the spark in his eyes had been snuffed out, replaced by a cold, oily smugness. When the 'Heir' title finally settled on his shoulders and he was placed in the specialized Alpha section in high school, he ceased to be the boy I grew up with. He became a stranger wearing a familiar face.Even after all the pain he’d put me through—the betrayal, the rejection, the public shaming—it was still difficult to reconcile that boy with a man capable of planning an assassination attempt on the future King.I felt my heart finally finish breaking. It wasn't a painful snap; it was the quiet, hollow sound of letting go. I
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Chapter: two-front warSol refused to stay in the infirmary another hour. The moment the King’s back was turned to consult with the High Healer, Sol was on his feet, his jaw set in that familiar line of stubborn pride despite the paleness of his skin."I am not spending the night in a room that smells like antiseptic and defeat," he grumbled, though I could see the slight tremor in his hands as he reached for his discarded tunic.I sighed, stepping in to steady him. I hooked my arm through his, providing a solid anchor. "Fine. But you’re staying under my watch. If you start feeling even a hint of that toxin returning—nausea, dizziness, anything—you knock on my door. Promise me."Sol stopped, looking down at me, his golden eyes widening in genuine shock. A slow, devastating smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he leaned a fraction closer, his scent—spiced cedar and ozone—wrapping around me."Is that an open invitation for anytime I’m feeling bad, Queen? Or just a one-night-only special?"I felt the hea
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Chapter: Shot downThe medical wing felt like a pressure cooker. Outside the soundproof glass, the Academy was a chaotic swarm of students fueled by adrenaline and rumors. Sol groaned, his muscles locking as he tried to sit up. The Silver Ace had neutralized the toxin, but his body felt like it had been shredded from the inside out. "Don't fight it," I murmured, stepping into his space. I hooked my arm under his shoulder, providing a steady anchor. I was careful to grip only his shirt, keeping my skin from touching the heat of his arm. "We don't have the luxury of waiting for you to recover. We need to move before the narrative shifts." The King watched us, his face a mask of grief and fury. He reached out as if to help, but he looked at his son and saw a warrior who needed to stand on his own. He simply nodded, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. We emerged into the main corridor just as Marcus was trying to shove his way through a wall of students. He was a force of nature, his eyes glo
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Chapter: The arenaThe arena was a theater of carnage. Maxwell stood on the sands, his chest heaving, his wolf pushing so hard against his skin that his eyes were a constant, unstable amber. Sol stood opposite him, calm and immovable. Before the first blow was struck, Pamela stepped onto the lower ridge of the stands. Her voice, amplified by the stone acoustics, cut through the cheering like a diamond saw. "Before this 'honor' duel begins, let’s talk about honor," Pamela shouted, pointing toward the VIP box. "I see the collar you're wearing, Amelie. But I also see the mark beneath it. Maxwell has marked you, hasn't he? Without a fated bond. Without a ceremony." A shocked gasp rippled through the heirs. "In the High Code," Pamela continued, her eyes locking onto Maxwell, "an Alpha cannot mark a chosen mate without Council approval. Aella had to undergo months of intensive tactical and psychological sessions at fifteen just to prove she could handle the Luna's burden. Amelie, did you pass those tests?
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Chapter: ParasiteThe announcement arrived via a royal scroll at breakfast: a Medieval Masquerade Gala. Attendance was mandatory for all towers. The King’s decree was clear—this wasn't just a party; it was a showcase of the hierarchy. "A group entrance," Marcus proposed, leaning back with a grin that was all sharp teeth. "Me, Pamela, Sol, and Aella. We’ll look like a goddamn conquest coming through those doors. Every Alpha in that room will be too busy staring or bowing to even breathe." "I don't mind the attention," Pamela added, her eyes gleaming. "But I think we should aim for 'terrifyingly regal' rather than just 'wealthy.' We're anticipating the stares, so we might as well give them something to be blinded by." Sol’s eyes met mine, a silent question in the golden depths. "What do you say, Queen? Ready to show them the Middle Ages weren't just about knights, but about the sovereigns who ruled them?" "I think I can manage a gown," I replied, though the thought of my high collar and the hidde
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Chapter: A dragons rejectionTwo months had passed since the cafeteria incident, and the hierarchy of the Imperial Tower had shifted permanently. Amelie had leaned fully into her "victim" persona, limping through the halls and wearing silk scarves to hide bruises that had long since healed. She whispered to anyone who would listen about the "savage rogue," but her audience was shrinking. The other Alphas weren't stupid. They saw me in the training pits with Linus every night. They saw the way I handled the most complex economic simulations in the Sovereign Track. They didn't see a rogue; they saw a threat they couldn't calculate. Maxwell, however, was crumbling. His grades in Tactical Leadership were plummeting, and his performance in the arena was erratic. He spent his nights at the campus bars, loudly blaming his failures on "Dragon interference." He couldn't accept the simplest truth: he was a big fish from a small pond, and he was finally out of water. The midnight sessions with Linus had become the highli
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A woman worth billions, dated the wrong brother
Amber built an empire she was never allowed to claim.
Brilliant, strategic, and fiercely loyal, Amber was the mind behind a billion-dollar real estate empire—the woman who identified undervalued properties, structured acquisitions, and designed expansion projects that reshaped skylines. But when betrayal strikes, she’s fired, humiliated, and discarded by the man she helped rise to the top.
She walks away with nothing but her intelligence, her dignity… and the projects that were always hers.
What her ex-fiancé never expects is his powerful half-brother.
A billionaire real estate magnate in his own right, controlled, private, and raising two adopted children on his own, he offers Amber something unexpected: a contractual marriage. No romance. No lies. Just mutual benefit. A public wife to stabilize his corporate image—and a strategic partner who understands the business better than anyone.
Amber accepts.
She takes her real estate projects with her—developments she sourced, designed, and negotiated from the ground up—and brings them into her new husband’s company. Entire portfolios shift overnight. Investments follow her. For the first time, her name is on the contracts, her voice dominates boardrooms, and her success is undeniable.
As Amber rises, the real estate empire she once built in silence begins to crumble. Deals collapse without her leadership. Bad investments surface. And the company her ex-fiancé claimed as his own crashes spectacularly—while Amber thrives, wealthier and more powerful than ever.
But what begins as a business arrangement slowly becomes something far more dangerous.
Because power is intoxicating. Trust is fragile. And love was never part of the contract.
Basahin
Chapter: A false Mrs.SunMy feet moved before my mind could catch up. In two strides, I reached them. My hand shot out, gripping the woman’s forearm mid-motion. “Just what do you think you’re doing?” She stiffened. Slowly, she turned her head and gave me a once-over—from my heels to my face—clearly unimpressed. “And who are you?” she asked coolly. “Do you have any idea who I am?” Her chin lifted. “I am the future Mrs. Sun. I don’t know who you think you are, but my fiancé will make sure you regret touching me.” Future Mrs. Sun? I laughed. Soft. Unbothered. Then I stepped forward, placing myself fully in front of Alison, shielding her small shaking body. “Lady,” I said calmly, “I don’t know who you think you are…” I raised my left hand. “…but you are not Mrs. Sun.” The diamond caught the low garden lights, flashing sharply between us. Her expression faltered. Just slightly. Footsteps echoed across the stone path behind us. Several pairs. The woman’s face changed instan
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Chapter: UnmarriedI was already halfway to the Sun estate when my phone rang. Grandfather. I considered letting it go. I didn’t. “Reporters are outside your parents’ house,” he said immediately, his voice sharp and controlled. “They’re circling it like vultures.” My grip on the steering wheel tightened. The house. Not my penthouse. Not my office. The house my parents left me. “They’ve connected you to the White family statement,” he continued. “They’re digging. Fast.” “Let them dig,” I replied calmly. “You are being careless.” “No,” I said. “I’m being deliberate.” A pause. Heavy. Measuring. “You were seen leaving your penthouse,” he added. “Where are you going?” “I handled the White family,” I said evenly. “I won’t be associated with Oscar again.” “That was never the concern,” he snapped. “The concern is your position. You are still unmarried. Vulnerable. And I will not have the Ash name dragged through public mud.” “I’m not unmarried.” Silence. “What did you say?” “I got married
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Chapter: EvictionI didn’t cry. I didn’t shake. I didn’t look back, or mourned the life and the years i will never get back, lost forever. I just went home, time to pack and say goodbye to my old life. The penthouse doors opened with biometric recognition the moment I stepped inside. Floor-to-ceiling glass. Marble under my heels. The skyline bending beneath me like something I owned. Because I did. Oscar liked to call it our penthouse. He liked to imply he bought it. He liked the way people assumed it was his. I walked straight to the security panel by the entrance. Access Control. I entered my master code. Changed the entry sequence. Updated facial recognition. Removed one name. Oscar White — Access Revoked. Then I opened the residents and visitor log. Deleted his name entirely. No hesitation. No ceremony. The intercom chimed. “Yes?” I answered. “Miss Ash,” security said carefully, “There is a lady requesting acces under Mr. White, per your most recent instructions access was not
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Chapter: VowsThe ceremony room was small. Stone walls. Tall windows. Neutral light. No flowers, no aisle, no spectacle. Just intention. Mandy stood to my left, hands clasped tight, eyes shining. Being both my best friend and Jason’s cousin gave her a strange, quiet sense of rightness—as if this moment had been aligning itself for years. On Jason’s side, Marcus stood steady, holding the rings—and his phone. Discreet. Intentional. Recording only the vows. Not posting. Not yet. The officiant spoke calmly. Names. Consent. Commitment. When it was time, Marcus stepped forward and handed over the rings, then retreated, phone still angled just enough. Mandy whispered, barely containing herself, “At least save the vows.” Marcus murmured back, “Already done. Posting is optional. Evidence is not.” Jason turned to me. “To a good partnership,” he said softly. Then, without hesitation— “Amber, I promise that I will be with you in sickness and in health. I will be the strength behind your actions and
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Chapter: AlexandriteJason’s car waited at the curb—sleek, black, impossibly new. The kind of car that didn’t ask for attention, yet took it anyway. Mason handed Jason the keys and disappeared without ceremony. “You move fast,” I said as Jason opened the door for me. “I move prepared,” he replied. The city slipped past us in reflections of glass and steel. Jason drove with the calm certainty of a man who never relied on luck. “We’re going to city hall,” he said evenly. I turned toward him. “Already?” “Yes. Everything is arranged. Licenses approved. A civil ceremony. Private.” I nodded. No hesitation. As we neared the building, movement on the steps caught my eye. Oscar and Amelie were exiting city hall. Amelie wore a white ensemble—tailored, expensive, unmistakably bridal without the weight of a gown. Her arm was linked through Oscar’s, her smile radiant, victorious. They didn’t look our way. They didn’t see us. Jason waited until they disappeared into the crowd before pulling into a space di
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Chapter: Terms and conditionsJason didn’t sit back after I agreed. He leaned forward, forearms resting on the table, expression serious in a way that told me this part mattered more than the rest. “There’s something you should understand,” he said. “This marriage isn’t just about my company.” I nodded. “Go on.” “To be taken seriously as the next head of the Sun family, I have to be married,” he said plainly. “The board doesn’t say it out loud, but tradition still rules. Stability. Legacy. Appearances.” Of course it did. “The Sun family doesn’t crown bachelors,” I said. A flicker of amusement crossed his face. “Exactly.” He hesitated—just a fraction—then continued. “Which brings me to something else. Children.” I stilled, watching him closely. “I have two,” Jason said. “Adopted.” That surprised me. “My youngest cousin died in a car accident three years ago,” he explained quietly. “She left behind two children. Four and five years old.” Something in his voice shifted—not grief, exactly, bu
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