"Make some mango sorbet for her!" Alessandro's voice kept ringing in my head since I started cooking for Evelyn. Even Carl was shocked when Evelyn kept rejecting all the food I cooked for her and kept whining to Alessandro.
The entire kitchen counter was filled with unfinished dishes that she didn't even touch once. However, to make her happy, Alessandro kept pestering me to cook for them. The more I stayed near the kitchen, cooking food, the worse my nausea turned. After preparing the sorbet, I walked into the dining room once again. My ankles were hurting after wearing high heels. My time to act like Evelyn had finished, but I forgot to take them off, out of habit. "Here is the sorbet!" I placed the bowl on the table, watching Alessandro's warm expression that was only for his first love. It felt like a cliché movie, watching another person's life. However, it was a bit heartbreaking that he would rather wait for her than move on. "Finally!" She looked at me, her smirk deepening. "One thing you have done correctly!" She said, her lips reaching the spoonful of sorbet. There was that smirk that could provoke people in the wrong way. But I was used to this kind of person, so I didn't say anything. I took a glance at Alessandro. He didn't even touch the food. "Do you want me to reheat your steak?" I asked quietly. "Nah!" He pushed the plate away. "I will ask Carol to make something for me!" he said, his nose scrunched up with disgust. He was disgusted by the food, not knowing that I had been the one who had been cooking his food. But I said nothing. I nodded quietly before turning towards the kitchen. However, I couldn't leave when Evelyn asked, "Scarlet! Are you upset that I didn't eat your food? I apologize. But I can't eat random foods!" I faced her and then looked at the plates which she didn't touch once. "It's fine. I can't blame you. It's natural to reject food at this time!" Her eyebrows arched with confusion. "What do you mean by at this time!? Scarlet!" Her voice turned colder. Alessandro looked at me with those dark gazes that held a clear warning. He didn't want to ruin his mood, already ruined by Evelyn's constant mention of her mate. "Sorry. I didn't mean anything bad. Ms. Evelyn has been with your mate in Northern Valley Pack. The meals there are different than ours. So, I should have been more considerate. Also, I tried to follow their recipe!" Evelyn's face turned bright red. She looked at Alessandro, who finally took a bit of attention to the meal I prepared. "That's true!" he muttered. "This scent is distinct!" He shoved the small piece of cold steak and narrowed his eyes. "You okay? Evelyn?" "I...!" Evelyn bit her bottom lip while trying to find any suitable words. "Maybe I failed to bring the flavor. Would you like me to prepare some Ginger Chicken with Sichuan Pepper? It's their signature dish!" "She can't eat spicy food!" Alessandro defended her, stopping me from saying another word. I nodded quietly. "Then I will take my leave. Please enjoy your dessert!" While walking towards the stairs, I wiped my lipstick, released my hair, and most importantly, I didn't hide my disobedience to tell Carl something I had been scared of asking... "Butler Carl, can you please bring my painting tools to my room? I hope you didn't burn them yet!" The moment those words got out of my mouth, Alessandro's sharp gaze fell on me. He might have forgotten that the contract of acting like Evelyn had been invalid... and now the marriage would be invalid after three weeks. "Yes, Miss Scarlet!" I smiled. But the stench of different foods made my stomach turn. I knew something was wrong and I needed to trust my instincts. I somehow avoided their sight and walked inside my room. Evelyn couldn't stop talking about how she was going to introduce her mate to Alessandro. And that man was silently listening to her. She didn't even care about how he would feel. But I couldn't care less about him. Although I was in love with him, I knew that he would never love me. I hurriedly grabbed the pregnancy test kit that I put in my purse, just in case. You never knew when it came to hand. However, before I could walk in, I heard the door opening. I turned, thinking it might be the butler bringing my meals and the painting tools. But to my surprise, Alessandro walked in, his expression grim. He looked at me as if he would jump on me anytime. Then his words came with distinct displeasure. "We are going to the Alpha Ceremony today. You are coming with me!" he said, but his emotions were palpable. He wants me to go with him? He never allowed me to attend any family programs. I thought he would rather face his first love with her mate all alone. "I told you that I have an appointment!" I clenched the pregnancy test kit, feeling nervous. "Also, I want to divorce as soon as possible. When will you apply for one?" I asked, since the marriage would be invalid within three weeks anyway. He looked at me as if I was being unreasonable. "Can't you just read the room? You are so desperate to leave me, aren't you? Why? Didn't I give you everything? Isn't it a perfect life for you to stay? What do you want more? More money? Car, house?" He clutched my shoulders, causing me to hiss. He was upset about Evelyn but venting it on me. "We have been following the contract. So, I think it's unfair if you ask me if I am satisfied or not." His eyes darkened. I knew that he was heartbroken and pissed after knowing that Evelyn didn't come to him but to attend his brother's succession party with her mate. But he couldn't accept it. Such a pathetic person! His scent was a mixture of his Alpha Wolf's scent and Evelyn's thick expensive perfume. That felt so suffocating that my stomach stirred up again. Realizing that I couldn't hold myself together, I pushed him away from me and ran inside the bathroom without closing the door behind. "What happened? Do you feel disgusted by me now?" he yelled aggressively, following me, his emotional punching bag. And that was when I accidentally knocked my elbow on the door of the bathroom, causing me to release the pregnancy test kit I was hiding behind. He froze, staring at the kit for a while before he looked at me with disbelief. "Are you pregnant?" he asked, his voice turning icy drastically. My body froze as I looked at the pregnancy test kit and then at him. I shook my head immediately, standing up. "No. I am not! It's negative!" I hadn't tested it yet. So it was indeed one line. My heart started racing while my throat tightened with fear. He would kill the baby if something happened. I swallowed hard, pointing to the one line, saying, "I... I just wanted to check if I was all clean or not. Al-Also, I... I am human. I can't have your child!" I felt a lump in my throat when I was giving some vague excuse. "You better not be. Otherwise, I will drag you to the hospital!" he didn't comply or force me to get one done in front of him. Instead, he turned to leave before saying.My chest tightened, tears fighting to escape. Alessandro's demeanor had changed, turning more ruthless by the second. Evelyn's words had pushed him to the brink. She was clearly flaunting about her mate, clearly unbothered by her actions five years ago. Alessandro got no one but me to vent his frustration. He hadn't been joking when he said he would drag me out if I was pregnant. The coldness in his eyes, the mercilessness in his voice—none of it had been a lie.Slowly, I shut the door behind me and grabbed the pregnancy kit from the counter. My fingers trembled as I stared at it, my mind spiraling with every possibility. If I was pregnant, he would force me to get an abortion. If I wasn't... I would be safe. But deep down, I knew that either way, I was already broken. A part of me desperately wished I was pregnant. A child of my own blood and flesh could be the reason to keep going in this lonely world.But reality was cruel. I decided to check anyway, to find out the truth I was
Evelyn didn't say anything. But her eyes were scanning the entire room like she was here for an inspection. There was something unsettling about her gaze, the way it lingered on things like she was calculating something far beyond my understanding. I didn't want to talk, but I forced myself to ask, my voice barely steady,"Is there anything I can help you with?" I asked, my voice calm and collected, or at least I tried to make it sound that way. Deep down, I was terrified of making a mistake—of doing something that might make Alessandro angry.She turned her head and looked at me with a condescending gaze that sliced straight through my composure. Then, without a word, she walked toward the closet and opened it. No hesitation. No permission.I froze.Earlier when I packed my things, I forgot to lock it. I never imagined someone would invade my personal space so blatantly. My breath caught as I watched her examine the closet—her fingers grazing the fabrics, her eyes thoughtful, almost
Alessandro,“Master,” Butler Carl’s voice rang out, calm yet unusually firm as he stepped into the room.I paused mid-motion, adjusting the cufflinks on my sleeve, and turned to face him. My gaze narrowed instinctively. For the first time in over two decades, Carl avoided my eyes.“What is it?” I asked, reaching for the cologne and spraying it across my shirt.He hesitated, then finally looked up, regret flickering in his usually composed gaze.“It’s about Ms. Scarlet’s punishment... I’m here to ask—no, to request—that you reconsider.”My fingers froze. I set the bottle down. Carl never asked me or requested me for anything. He was fine with everything I had given him. But today, he was ready to ask for Scarlet?“Reconsider?” I repeated slowly, each syllable clipped and cold." Yes. She has been trying her best to play the role of someone else! She doesn't deserve-" “ And She was paid for her role, Carl. She agreed to live like someone else. That wasn’t a favor—it was a contract.”“I
Carl’s footsteps had long faded, but his words hadn’t.I stood before the window, watching the cold morning light settle over the grounds. The world looked calm. Rational. I preferred it that way.I wasn’t a man led by feelings. I never had been. Not for Scarlet. Not even for Evelyn.My love for Evelyn had always been about myself—what I wanted, what I remembered. I knew I was hanging onto the past, clinging to something that no longer existed. It kept me sane. Maybe it was cowardice to admit I still had feelings for her, but I wasn’t foolish enough to sacrifice my reputation for a woman who never truly wanted me to begin with.This marriage with Scarlet—it wasn’t built on love. It was a transaction, clean and signed in ink. Scarlet was here to serve a role, and I paid her handsomely for it. Nothing more. No illusions.And yet…There was a difference between someone who helps to heal, and someone who wounds.Carl had stepped far out of line. But the man hadn’t spoken a word beyond dut
I stood behind the woman. But she couldn't feel my presence at all. If she was a werewolf, she would have noticed my present. At first I was confused by the appearance. Nobody could enter the house without my permission. I almost called her and asked who she was.. But then, Nova walked in, holding a cup of tea, " Ms Scarlet! Your Tea!" I froze. My mind went blank when Mauve turned, her brown eyes, those eyes that I first saw when we first met in that café, moved slightly to Nova. Those long wavy black hair cascaded down her waist, covering half of her face. And... Her appearance... From makeup to her clothes... Everything had been changed. She looked completely different person. No wonder, I couldn't recognize her at the first sight. She was nothing like Evelyn without makeup and hair color. " What's this?" My voice came out sharper than expected. Mauve flinched, almost dropping her tea cup. She hurriedly turned towards me. She couldn't even feel my presence because she was a
Mauve,I was beyond shocked. No, I was flabbergasted. One moment, I was ready to walk away from this entire mess, from the humiliation, from him—only for Alessandro to stop me. Defend me. Call me his wife.Why?Why would he do that now? Why would the same man who slapped me that morning and ordered me to kneel in front of his lover suddenly protect me from further humiliation?My feet wouldn’t stay still. I paced the length of the room, arms wrapped around myself as questions tore through my mind like wild wind ripping through curtains. Was he trying to guilt me? Manipulate me into staying longer? Was this another tactic in his carefully calculated game?Evelyn’s face flashed in my memory—stunned, wide-eyed, betrayed. He had never disappointed her before. That look on her face meant only one thing.He wanted something.Maybe an extension. Maybe more time before the divorce. Maybe something darker. What if he wanted to reduce me to nothing, to make me Evelyn’s puppet under the illusion
Mauve, "Listen, Mauve! You can't tell anyone that your Dad hurts you, okay? It will ruin his reputation and he will lose his job! You understand, right?" my mother whispered while grabbing a few sourdough bread from the basket."But Mommy! It hurts. Today, Emilia stabbed me with her pen too. Can you say something to her as well?" I asked, my voice shaking, eyes still stinging from earlier tears."No!" she snapped, turning to face me with eyes sharp as needles. "Listen, Mauve. To get stronger, you must endure pain. You aren't allowed to talk about it to anyone. If she hurts you, bite your tongue and suck it up.""But it hurts!" My fingers clutched the tablecloth, small knuckles white from tension."Then let it be! God dammit!" She slammed the basket down so hard the bread tumbled out. "If you can't endure that much pain, then eat some wolfsbane and die!""Miss! We have arrived!"I woke up with a sharp gasp, my heart pounding. The chauffeur’s voice felt like a blade slicing through my
Honestly,I hate rich people. No—Allergic to them.Yet, I fell in love with a rich man who made my life pretty much tormenting."Where did you go off? I told you don't make a—!""I know." I cut in, my voice shaky, "That was what I was doing when you held your lover's waist in front of the reporters and left me in the middle of hundreds of cameras."Alessandro froze. His eyes widened as if I'd slapped him across the face.The realization hit me too—but instead of pain, there was a numbness curling in my chest. I knew I deserved that money for working the last three years, but right now, none of it seemed worth it. I was exhausted. Tired of pretending. Tired of being someone else's shadow.Alessandro rubbed his forehead, his eyes flicking around as if searching for something to anchor him. I braced for the storm—for the lashing words, for his usual dominance to kick in. But instead, he leaned against the wall and looked at me."Since she came back, I had little control over my mind."He
I was too stunned to say another word. Alessandro’s eyes were supposed to be on her? For what?I stared at Evelyn, standing there like a crowned queen, every piece of her attire screaming royalty. But it felt excessive. Overdone. A desperate performance stitched together with arrogance. Her heels slammed against the polished floor as she stormed toward me, each step more suffocating than the last."Well, well… look what an excellent secret crawled out of the shadows," she drawled, her smirk sharp, eyes glinting with malice.Secrets?"You really have no shame, do you? Parading around with my leftovers," she spat, arms crossing tightly over her chest. "You’re his… replacement, aren’t you?"Leftovers? She knew about the contract?"I don't know what you’re talking about," I said, keeping my voice calm, deliberate. She was Luna now — the last thing I needed was to provoke her with reckless defiance."But I know enough," she whispered with an edge, head cocked to the side like she pitied me
I couldn't move a bit as Alessandro stood there, holding the envelope. His eyes were fixated on it while my heart pounded so violently, I felt like it was trying to escape through my throat.I swallowed hard, but it did nothing to calm the tremor in my body.After a moment that felt like forever—each second dragging claws over my skin—Alessandro quietly sat down, placing the tray of food he was holding with his other hand on the table.He passed the kiwi sandwich and a glass of orange juice toward me without a word.I stared at it blankly for a moment, confusion swirling through my daze before I whispered, "I... I am allergic to Kiwis."My voice barely escaped my lips, shaky and fragile.His eyes widened in sudden realization, flickering with guilt as he registered the mistake. That breakfast—he had chosen Evelyn’s favorite.Not mine.Without another word, he grabbed the sandwich and the juice and threw them into the trash can with a sharp motion before turning back to me. His voice w
"How could you do it? Without celebrating your brother's succession, you left the party with that woman? Are you trying to piss us off? Stop being so jealous and dramatic!"Luna Simmons's voice snapped through the silence of dawn, harsh and venomous. I woke up with a jolt, my body rigid from the sudden noise echoing through the walls. My heart pounded in my chest as I sat up, blinking through the fog of sleep.My bare feet touched the cold floor, and instinctively, I crept towards the door and peeked through the small gap. Alessandro stood in the living room, shirtless, a dumbbell in one hand. His back was to me, his muscles tense, the lines of his shoulders sharp with frustration. Luna stood in front of him, eyes blazing with fury and disappointment."Look! I understand that you didn't know Evelyn was your brother’s mate. But you’ve already married trash. Not only did you disappoint us by choosing a lowlife human, but now you’ve turned into a bitter, jealous ex who—""Are you done?"
Mauve,His hands were cold, his knees were shaking as his golden eyes watched the woman he had loved, declared and recited her love for the new Alpha of the Pack.Alessandro—a man who never lowered his head, a man who was true to his nature—looked shattered, as if he had lost everything.The realization of her betrayal hit him so hard that he could no longer remain on his knees.I knew he was heartbroken and distraught. That was why I didn’t say anything when he almost pinned me against the wall forcefully.My wrists were bruised. But more than that, I was terrified he would find out. The pregnancy would be discovered by him.After running away from him, I hadn’t closed the door completely. I loved that man, just like he loved her. Maybe I loved him a little less since I was already making up my mind to leave.However, despite everything between us, my heart refused to leave. He was in pain—and I was there.Standing behind the door, I watched him grab a bottle of whiskey from the bar.
Alessandro,She walked towards Alexander, wearing the same smile she used to give me. That hug, that kiss... But,Was it all...?I couldn't bring myself to stand still. I felt the ground beneath me crumbling like fragile frost on a lake.The glass of wine dropped from my hand, yet it didn't stop me from recalling every single moment of happiness we had shared.Evelyn was Beta Graham's daughter. We used to play together. First, we were friends. Soon, we both knew we weren't just friends—we were something more.We held hands under the moonlight, jokingly praying to the Moon Goddess to make us mates. We shared our first kiss, our first everything under that moonlight. We thought we knew what we wanted in life.When we didn’t turn out to be each other’s mates, we promised it wouldn’t affect us. I started working on my business, ready to give her the life she wanted.I turned out to have the strongest Alpha wolf, which damaged the already fragile relationship I had with my parents even mor
Honestly,I hate rich people. No—Allergic to them.Yet, I fell in love with a rich man who made my life pretty much tormenting."Where did you go off? I told you don't make a—!""I know." I cut in, my voice shaky, "That was what I was doing when you held your lover's waist in front of the reporters and left me in the middle of hundreds of cameras."Alessandro froze. His eyes widened as if I'd slapped him across the face.The realization hit me too—but instead of pain, there was a numbness curling in my chest. I knew I deserved that money for working the last three years, but right now, none of it seemed worth it. I was exhausted. Tired of pretending. Tired of being someone else's shadow.Alessandro rubbed his forehead, his eyes flicking around as if searching for something to anchor him. I braced for the storm—for the lashing words, for his usual dominance to kick in. But instead, he leaned against the wall and looked at me."Since she came back, I had little control over my mind."He
Mauve, "Listen, Mauve! You can't tell anyone that your Dad hurts you, okay? It will ruin his reputation and he will lose his job! You understand, right?" my mother whispered while grabbing a few sourdough bread from the basket."But Mommy! It hurts. Today, Emilia stabbed me with her pen too. Can you say something to her as well?" I asked, my voice shaking, eyes still stinging from earlier tears."No!" she snapped, turning to face me with eyes sharp as needles. "Listen, Mauve. To get stronger, you must endure pain. You aren't allowed to talk about it to anyone. If she hurts you, bite your tongue and suck it up.""But it hurts!" My fingers clutched the tablecloth, small knuckles white from tension."Then let it be! God dammit!" She slammed the basket down so hard the bread tumbled out. "If you can't endure that much pain, then eat some wolfsbane and die!""Miss! We have arrived!"I woke up with a sharp gasp, my heart pounding. The chauffeur’s voice felt like a blade slicing through my
Mauve,I was beyond shocked. No, I was flabbergasted. One moment, I was ready to walk away from this entire mess, from the humiliation, from him—only for Alessandro to stop me. Defend me. Call me his wife.Why?Why would he do that now? Why would the same man who slapped me that morning and ordered me to kneel in front of his lover suddenly protect me from further humiliation?My feet wouldn’t stay still. I paced the length of the room, arms wrapped around myself as questions tore through my mind like wild wind ripping through curtains. Was he trying to guilt me? Manipulate me into staying longer? Was this another tactic in his carefully calculated game?Evelyn’s face flashed in my memory—stunned, wide-eyed, betrayed. He had never disappointed her before. That look on her face meant only one thing.He wanted something.Maybe an extension. Maybe more time before the divorce. Maybe something darker. What if he wanted to reduce me to nothing, to make me Evelyn’s puppet under the illusion
I stood behind the woman. But she couldn't feel my presence at all. If she was a werewolf, she would have noticed my present. At first I was confused by the appearance. Nobody could enter the house without my permission. I almost called her and asked who she was.. But then, Nova walked in, holding a cup of tea, " Ms Scarlet! Your Tea!" I froze. My mind went blank when Mauve turned, her brown eyes, those eyes that I first saw when we first met in that café, moved slightly to Nova. Those long wavy black hair cascaded down her waist, covering half of her face. And... Her appearance... From makeup to her clothes... Everything had been changed. She looked completely different person. No wonder, I couldn't recognize her at the first sight. She was nothing like Evelyn without makeup and hair color. " What's this?" My voice came out sharper than expected. Mauve flinched, almost dropping her tea cup. She hurriedly turned towards me. She couldn't even feel my presence because she was a