Dear Ex Mate, I Am Going To Make You Beg!

The cold wind slapped against my body the moment I stepped out of the Moonshine Packhouse. I walked through the same courtyard where Brandon once carried me in his arms, whispering promises he clearly never meant. Funny how the places that held your happiest memories could so quickly turn into haunted ground.I didn’t cry. I thought I would. I thought the tears would come pouring out the moment I was alone. But instead, there was only silence in my chest. I kept walking. No goodbye. No luggage and soon I was far away from the pack house.It’s not like I wasn’t hurt—I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t. But after hearing Brandon call me a wolfless disgrace, I realized crying would only make me feel pathetic. They say you shouldn’t cry over spilled milk, and maybe they’re right. I loved Brandon… deeply. But he betrayed me. So why should I shed a single tear for someone who was shameless enough to bed my friend in our matrimonial room?I don’t know why, but Bradon soon started calling my phon

Isabella’s POV For the first few seconds, I just stood frozen in shock, staring at King Kealon like he'd just said the most abominable thing. “W-what?”I noticed my hand was still on his chest and tried to pull it off, but his grip around my wrist tightened. If it was even still possible, he moved closer until I was sure we were sharing the same air. “It’s such a shame you don't remember me, Isa…” His breath grazed my lips, causing a tingling sensation to ripple down my spine. However, I kept a straight face on the outside, not wanting him to notice that the proximity between us was affecting her more than it should. “You knew me?” “That's a story for another day.” King Kealon simply said, then tried to walk away, but I grabbed his hand, stopping him, and in a firm tone, I demanded. “If you're not going to tell me where we met, at least tell me why you proposed a marriage between us.” He looked down at my hand wrapped around his wrist and I saw a small smirk spread across his face

Stella's POVOf course, I didn't stop after that mouth job I gave Brandon. We had sex twice before he finally decided to go have his bath. “What should I wear?” I muttered to myself as I walked over to the wardrobe meant to be for Brandon and Isabella. “How can one have such a boring taste?” I added, frowning at the long nightwear and the ugly prints of two pieces in Isabella's section. I smiled when I found the packet of sexy night gowns I had bought for her a long time ago. I wasn't surprised to see she hadn't opened any…they were far too bold for someone like her, too daring for a woman who clung to decency like it was armor.“Well, good for me because her stupid decency has cost her a perfect man like Brandon.” I chuckled as I brought out a sexy, see-through gown, and I put it on. I walked over to the mirror and a pretty smile crossed my face as I admired myself. My firm boobs were visible in the gown, and it was so short, it barely covered my butt cheeks. Perfect. I packed my

Isabella's POV I didn't mean to spend a long time in the bathroom, but my mind was racing with so many thoughts that I lost count of time. However, Kealon didn't complain when I came out later. He seemed relaxed, like he knew I'd definitely spend so long there. Does he really have patience or was this still an act? Well, I gave him just two months—just enough time for his true colors to show. Men could never hide their true nature for long anyway. Sooner or later, the mask covering Kealon’s real face would slip. Honestly, I had seen Brandon’s red flags too, but I was too blinded by love to acknowledge them.I sat on the stool beside my vanity table and I began moisturizing my body. I didn't feel Kealon's gaze on me which meant he was either respectful or didn't find me attractive enough. I wish I didn't care but I was curious to know if he thought my body was nice. “Way to go, Isabella. How would he even tell when you walked out in such a ridiculous huge robe?” A tiny voice said i