LOGINIn her first life, she loved him recklessly—five years of marriage, telling everyone she was his fated mate. Five years of waiting behind closed while he spent his sweet time with his mistress resulted in divorce papers, signed with the same steady hand that had once slid a ring onto her finger. As if that wasn't enough her mistress killed after humiliating her in the worst ways possible. She died with his name on her lips… and woke up five years earlier, on the night of their wedding. This time, she refuses to be the obedient wife. This time she will slap the marriage contract on the table. “One year,” she says sweetly. “We remain legally married for one year. No intimacy and no interference in each other’s private lives. After that, we divorce quietly.” He studies her like she’s a stranger wearing his wife's face. Amused, he signs. Then one rain-soaked morning, she wakes up naked in his bed. Again In the dim light, his voice dropped to a whisper. “Forget about the divorce now."
View MoreLeah lazily flopped down against the base of a tree like her bones had collectively decided they were done participating in life.The grass was slightly damp, the bark rough against her back, but she didn't adjust herself. She just stared at the canopy above like it had personally offended her.Mia, still perched on the stone, looked down at her and grinned."Not very royal now, are you?"Leah frowned at her but didn't respond. She just shifted one leg slightly, more comfortable now, and kept staring upward like the sky might eventually answer her questions.After a few seconds of silence, she spoke."What brings you here?"Mia hopped down from the stone with practiced ease and landed near her, dusting her hands like she had just finished something mildly inconvenient."That's my spot," she said casually. Then she tilted her head. "What brings you here?"Leah finally looked at her."That's my spot too."Mia blinked once, then snorted. "Well, I've never seen you here."Leah shrugged.T
Leah did not wait for anyone to respond.The moment Damon's back disappeared into the distance, she already lifted her hand in a lazy wave, not even looking properly at the Alpha and Luna Wolfborn."Okay, bye."Her voice was light. Almost cheerful.Then she stepped past them.The Alpha opened his mouth. "Leah—"Luna Wolfborn followed quickly, her tone forced into something softer. "You should come back inside, at least finish—"Leah was already walking.Her bag was slung over her shoulder in one motion, no hesitation, no pause, just a clean pivot as she moved past the hall servants who instinctively stepped aside."Leah, wait!" someone else called.Another voice. Then another.She didn't stop.Didn't even slow down.Her hand lifted again, a casual wave over her shoulder as if she was brushing away noise instead of people."Not today."The doors closed behind her.Outside, the air was cooler, sharper, real in a way the house never felt.A cab was already waiting at the edge of the driv
"Leah!"Isabella's voice rang sharply through the hall, her face flushed a deep, burning red. "That was for His Highness!"Leah turned her head slightly, her gaze drifting toward Damon, who was looking at her with a blank stare.Leah's provocative smile faltered, but she quickly looked away from him to Isabella. "Bella, why are you making a fuss? Just serve him the one you made for me. Problem solved!"Isabella's grip tightened around the tray. She opened her mouth, but no words came out."What?" Came her voice in disbelief, "It can't be that you didn't make any for me, right?"Sensing the shift in atmosphere, Alpha Wolfborn quickly stepped in, forcing a laugh. "It's just a dessert, no need to make a scene." He signalled an omega standing in the corner, "Help Isabella serve another one."There was a brief flicker of resistance in Isabella's eyes, but she swallowed it quickly. With a stiff nod, she turned and walked away fuming.The tension was so thick, you could cut it with a knife.
"…You are not going to touch up your makeup?" she asked.Leah blinked once, "I did." Clara's brows drew together faintly. "No, I mean it's not your usual style. You look…" She hesitated, searching for the right word, though her expression already said enough. "Bare."Leah tilted her head slightly. "Oh, why? Don't I look pretty like that?"Pretty? You look human now, unlike the walking disaster she usually looks, but this was irritating Clara. Though this orphan could never compare to her, the contrast wouldn't be obvious if Leah weren't a freakshow. She found it entertaining when people laughed behind the illiterate idiot.Clara let out a small laugh, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "It's not about pretty, it's just—" She gestured vaguely. "People are used to your usual style, and you look great in it. That's like your personal style, why would you change it to look just like everyone else?"Leah's gaze dropped briefly, her lashes lowering to hide the quiet shift in her eyes.






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