LOGINJayde Clinton’s life has been a series of uphill battles since her father’s death. Struggling to support her mother and fend off ruthless loan sharks, she’s grown used to the feeling of desperation. But when her mother is taken as collateral for unpaid debts, Jayde makes a shocking deal: to impersonate Hattie Everett, a billionaire heiress who vanished days before her arranged marriage. Thrust into a world of deceit, betrayal, and power struggles, Jayde finds herself pretending to live the life she’s always dreamed of, only to realize wealth comes with its darkness. As lies unravel and secrets come to light, Jayde must decide if survival is worth losing herself—and her heart. Can Jayde hold onto her dignity in a world determined to strip it away, or will the weight of manipulation and betrayal be too much to bear?
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The door burst open, and two annoying men, both Betas of this pack, stormed into my room, glaring at me sharply.
“Stupid Ashen! Do you know what time it is?! Why the hell are you still in your room? You think you’re something just because Alpha Lior brought you to school with him?!” I could only stand there with my head bowed. I didn’t have the right to speak. I was just a weak omega, insignificant in this pack. “Hurry up!” Beta Daryl snapped. I quickly grabbed the books on my desk and stuffed them into my bag. Then I followed them as they marched out ahead of me.This was my life, an omega with no ability to shift. I had never even seen my wolf. It’s too painful to describe how messed up everything has been since my parents abandoned me and dumped me into Alpha Lior’s pack.
The only thing that kept me going… was my brain. Yeah, I guess I was lucky to be born smart. It was the one thing that allowed me to taste what it was like to study at GMA University, a place built for the elite Alphas. Even then, I had to be careful. Lior had taken me with him ever since we were in elementary school—so I could help him ace every test. He passed me off as his pack’s Beta, because only Alphas and Betas were allowed to enter GMA.“Hurry up!”
Beta Daryl shoved me into the car, and the door slammed shut before the driver took off at breakneck speed.
I could hear them laughing, clearly amused by how I stumbled into the car. Yeah, there was no happiness for me in the Grimrest Pack, or anywhere else, really. Even the other omegas treated me like trash.Even the driver now looked at me with contempt. Most people hated me for being weak. But they were also jealous. I got to study at the most prestigious university.
But there had always been an agreement. I had to stay beneath Alpha Lior, never above.Lior’s parents were legendary businesspeople who’d dominated the werewolf and human worlds for decades.
He wasn’t the strongest Alpha, but his family’s empire was powerful enough to swallow entire packs, both weak and strong alike.“Get out, or are you waiting for me to open the door for you?!”
The driver’s angry bark snapped me out of my thoughts. We’d arrived at GMA University.I sighed deeply and stepped out. Students were gathering around a bulletin board. I approached to see what was posted, and as I walked by, I could hear people whispering about me.
It wasn’t new. Everyone here was a pure Alpha or Beta. Lior had introduced me as a Beta who’d lost his wolf, a weakling. So their opinions hadn’t changed. I was still scorned and ridiculed.
But here, I was seen as a Beta. If they ever found out I was actually an omega… I’d be done for. Professors might even beat me themselves. At GMA, weak omegas were seen as disgusting, unworthy of even existing alongside the elite.
“Did you cheat?”
I stopped walking. An Alpha stood in front of me, smirking.
“What?” I asked, confused.
“Don’t play dumb. How the hell did you get the highest score on this exam?! You’re always second to last. Come on, you’re making a mockery of GMA’s code of honesty!”
My heart began to race.
He was right. My name was at the very top of the list. Alpha Lior was second from the bottom.“What the hell happened?!”
Someone grabbed my shoulder and yanked me away. Of course, it was Alpha Lior.
He shoved me into his car harder than the Betas did this morning. “How dare you, Ashen?! You’re going to die for this!” Lior spat in my face and stepped on the gas. I saw him signal to a group of men outside the window—his pack members in disguise. They were stationed around campus for his protection. One of our pack’s strengths was the ability to cloak themselves, remain unseen.I fell to the floor of the car as it sped violently down the road.
“I’m sorry, Alpha Lior, I didn’t mean to—”
“Shut up! No one asked you to speak!” he roared.I said nothing.
If I had to die today… maybe it was better. Maybe this would be the end to all the pain and humiliation I had to live with.After about fifteen minutes, the car came to a screeching halt. The door opened, and Beta Daryl yanked me out.
They dragged me across the sand. We were at the beach.
Daryl lifted me and threw me straight into the crashing waves.“Die, you little freak!”
Lior’s voice tore through the sound of my pain as he began beating me again.“What the hell did you do?! You did this on purpose, didn’t you?! You ungrateful worm!”
Lior stepped on my chest, making it almost impossible to breathe. He glared down at me with pure hatred.“You know what happens when I lose first place?! My father cuts off my funding. My inheritance. Our pack’s magic weakens, you idiot! Have you forgotten that my family’s power fuels our entire pack?!”
“I… I didn’t—”
He pressed harder, cutting off my words. Then he sneered, showing his fangs.“This is your second mistake. I won’t forgive you again. This exam was everything. And you ruined it!”
He raised his hand. I knew what was coming.He was going to shift. He’d tear me apart right here. The edge of the ocean would be the last thing I saw before I died.
“Back off! Step away from Ashen.”
A voice—deep, commanding, thunderous—cut through the air. Alpha Lior’s foot flew off my chest.
I opened my eyes. Alpha Lior and the others had stepped back, their heads bowed in terror.
What was going on?
Footsteps echoed behind me. Then a cold hand slid gently beneath my head and lifted me.
My gaze met a handsome face, stoic and cold.
His eyes were sharp, unflinching.“You’re safe now. Don’t be afraid,” he said, his voice low and powerful.
Who… is he?
Jayde POVNew York has a way of shrinking you.Some days it is the noise.Some days it is the skyscrapers.But today, it was the newspaper on our doorstep.Mom was the one who found it. I heard the sharp gasp before I even reached the living room. She stood frozen, holding a folded paper like it was a threat.She handed it to me without speaking.The headline was bold enough to punch the air out of my lungs.Billionaire heir spotted at market with mystery girl. Who is she.A picture of me and Henry sat under it. The same one from the farmers market. He was laughing. I was smiling. We looked like we belonged to each other. The media hates that kind of thing. They turn it into a circus.Mom placed a hand on my arm, her touch warm and trembling.“Jayde, people will talk.”“They always do,” I said, but my voice cracked.The phone buzzed nonstop. Messages from people I barely knew. Some were curious. Some were cruel. Most were none of their business.Mom squeezed my hand. “You need to be c
Jayde POVIt’s strange how silence can be louder than any argument.The past few days have been too quiet. No calls, no knocks at the door, no reminders that I almost married into madness. Just me, Mom, and the hum of our old refrigerator trying to keep up with the heat.You’d think peace would feel good after everything that’s happened but it doesn’t. It feels like waiting for another blow.Mom is humming again, a soft tune she used to sing when Dad was still alive. I sit by the window, tracing circles on the fogged glass with my finger. Outside, the world looks the same kids chasing each other down the street, a vendor calling out prices for tomatoes but somehow everything feels different.I’m different.“Jayde,” Mom calls from the kitchen, “you’ve barely touched your breakfast.”“I’m not that hungry,” I murmur.She walks in, holding a spoon like it’s a weapon. “You’ve said that every morning this week. You think I don’t notice?”I smile faintly. “You always notice.”She sits beside
I've been staring at Henry's text for hours. The sun's starting to peek through my window, and I haven't slept at all. My mind kept replaying last night - the warmth of his hand, the sadness in his eyes, the way he looked at me like I was worth seeing.A soft knock interrupts my thoughts. "Jayde? Are you awake?"Mom. I quickly wipe my eyes - when did I start crying? "Come in."She takes one look at my face and sits on the edge of my bed. "You didn't sleep."It's not a question. She knows me too well."The debt's paid," I tell her, watching her face carefully. "All of it."Her eyes widen. "What? How?"I open my mouth to explain, but where do I even start? Sorry Mom, I almost married a billionaire while pretending to be someone else. Sorry, I lied to you."Someone..." I swallow hard. "Someone helped us.""Jayde Clinton." Her voice gets that steel edge it used to have before Dad died. "Tell me everything. Right now."So I do. Everything spills out - Hattie, the marriage contract, Henry,
Time freezes as Declan's words hang in the air. Henry's hand is still wrapped around mine, warm and steady, while Declan's face twists with something between rage and triumph."You know her?" Henry asks, looking between us."Oh, I know her alright." Declan's laugh is cruel. "She's the barmaid who slapped me. Not Hattie Everett."Henry's hand goes slack in mine. The loss of his touch shouldn't hurt, but it does."What is he talking about?" Henry turns to me, and the confusion in his eyes makes my chest ache. "Hattie?""Her name is Jayde," Declan spits out. "She's nothing but a gold-digging - ""Enough!" Henry's voice cuts through the restaurant like a whip. Several diners turn to stare.I want to run. Everything in me screams to flee, but my feet won't move. The truth is finally here, and it's ugly."Outside," Henry says quietly. "All of us. Now."The walk to the parking lot feels like a death march. The night air is cool against my burning cheeks, but it does nothing to calm my racing












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