Patrick walked away after he finished his words.
He was taking revenge on Gloria. Gloria looked pale, and she could not utter a word. Soon, the werewolf guard took her away and locked her up in the prison underground. Prison life was not easy. On the first night, Gloria was pulled up while she was asleep. "What do you want?" Gloria looked warily at the werewolves who surrounded her with malicious smiles. Gloria said in horror, "Don't get any closer, or I'll call the guards." The werewolves were not scared at all. They looked at each other and laughed. Their leader pointed at Gloria's face and said, "What did you say? Call the guards? Did I hear you right? You want to call the guards?" As she spoke, she slapped Gloria's face and roared, "Go ahead and call the guards!" Gloria lost her balance, and her ears buzzed. She pressed her hand against the wall and managed to get up. Then, she made a sudden move. She slapped the leader. For a moment, there was silence in the cell. No one expected Gloria, a frail-looking werewolf, to have the guts to fight back. The burly werewolf was driven mad by the slap. Her eyes were red as she shouted, "Fuck! You bitch! Beat her! I'll cripple you! Alpha Patrick said that we didn't need to show her any mercy. Spare her life, we can beat her as much as we want!" Gloria was shocked. She felt a sharp pain that went from her heart to her limbs. She roared in her heart, 'Patrick! Patrick told them to do it! Patrick asked them to beat me!' Gloria trembled; her heart froze. That was why the guards didn't come to check on them after making such noise and these werewolves were so fearless. Gloria looked up at the werewolves. She stood up and ran toward the gate. She clenched the iron bars on the door and shouted, "Help! Help! They beat me!" Though she knew that no guards would come, she still pleaded for help. Her actions were futile. Gloria thought there might be the slightest chance that Patrick would not let the werewolves bully her. She still had faith in Patrick that he would not be so cruel to her. Suddenly, Gloria screamed. Someone pulled her hair. She stumbled and fell to the ground. She had never been in such a sorry state. Then someone pulled Gloria up. The werewolves kept beating and kicking her. She was groaning on the ground miserably. She wanted to shift, but she couldn't. After being rejected by her mate, Gloria's wolf was sad and weak and unable to help her to shift. The guard did not come. So, she realized that Patrick had indeed asked them to beat her. She stopped shouting, giving up fighting back those werewolves. Laughter echoed in her ears. Gloria asked for help, not because she feared being beaten, but because she still had faith in Patrick. After they got tired of beating her, they went to sleep. Gloria lay on the ground in pain, her tears streaming down the corners of her eyes. She had never been bullied like this and had never been so embarrassed. She fell in love with Patrick, her mate, chosen by the Moon Goddess. But why did she have to bear Patrick's wrath and hatred after Gabrielle was killed? After the incident, Gloria said to everyone around her, "I didn't hurt Gabrielle." No matter how hard she tried, no one believed her. She told people that she didn't ask Gabrielle to go to the other side of the Shadow Forest. It was Gabrielle who was curious about the place where rogues lingered and asked her for an adventure. In others' eyes, Gloria was Alpha's daughter, proud and bold, while Gabrielle was sweet, obedient, and timid. So how could Gabrielle have volunteered to go to such a dangerous place? That day, Gloria's car broke down just as she was about to meet Gabrielle, so she was late for their appointment. But no one believed Gloria. Everyone thought she was lying. They believed she tricked Gabrielle into going to the Shadow Forest and paid the rogues to humiliate and rape Gabrielle. Gloria didn't need to do that because Gabrielle often said, "Gloria, I don't have feelings for Patrick. He is not my mate." If Gabrielle was Patrick's mate, Gloria would stay away from Patrick. But she was Patrick's mate. The rogues probably knew that they were in great trouble, and fled without leaving a trace. No one knew where they went. The country is vast. They could be hiding in any place. Gloria wanted to catch those rogues more than anyone else. She wept in silence. After the incident, she was sent to the werewolf prison. But she insisted that she was innocent and had not committed a crime. But now, she realized that she deserved to die, as long as Patrick believed her guilty. What happened today was all Patrick's plan. Gloria didn't know that in her upcoming prison life, there would be more "Alpha Patrick's orders" waiting for her. Patrick erased all the records of Gloria's life, including her relationship with the Silver Spring Pack and her educational background... The current Gloria was just a criminal locked up in the werewolf prison. After thinking everything through, Gloria wrapped her arms around her knees and curled up. Patrick had wiped off every trace of her life. The next morning, someone pushed Gloria rudely. "Hey, wake up. Go clean the toilet..." A female prisoner screamed in fear. "She is dead!" A bolder female prisoner rushed over and placed her finger under Gloria's nose. After a while, she felt Gloria's weak breath. "Quiet! She's still alive! Call the guards!" Gloria was still alive. That may not be a good thing, though. More humiliation and torture were waiting for her, which would drive her mad and make her a different person.Cline sneered coldly, "Only after regaining your position at Coburn Group could you protect her. What qualifies you to talk about favors with me now?"Albion's heart skipped a beat, as if Cline had struck a sore spot, making him feel powerless before him.He gripped the contract and, after a deep breath, forced a bitter smile, "You're right, I'm not capable of protecting her."In the past, he lacked the ability to provide her with a better life and had even subjected her to harm due to family matters.Now, confined to a wheelchair and permanently disabled, what could he possibly offer to protect her?In contrast, the man before him radiated strength and power.As the head of the Moriarty Group and the Ortega family, Luana would never suffer or be hurt under his care.Albion seemed to resign himself to this reality, a faint smile curving his lips. He set down the contract and retrieved an exquisite box from his pocket.Slowly op
A grand wedding was underway in the small garden. The master of ceremonies delivered a cheerful opening speech from the stage.The guests were few, but their presence didn't dampen the ceremony's spirit.The groom, Albion, dressed in a white suit and seated in a wheelchair, gazed at the girl in the white wedding dress at the end of the red carpet.This was the dream of his youth and the promise he had made to her—to marry her.If he hadn't lost five years to amnesia, she would have been his wife by now.Despite the twists and turns, he had married her, yet it all felt unreal, like a dream from which he hadn't yet awakened.From afar, he watched her, unable to discern her expression or emotions. The more he looked, the more distant and illusory she seemed.Only when the master of ceremonies prompted him to meet the bride did he slowly return to the moment.Stanley wheeled him to Luana, and only then did he see her expressi
Cline's clear and pleasant voice trembled slightly, yet he tried his best to keep it from showing.Luana's heart suddenly ached, and her eyes welled up with tears. She couldn't help but respond, "And I wish you happiness too."The last bit of light in the man's eyes behind her faded completely, replaced by despair. Slowly, he released his hold on her…Luana pushed open the car door and realized it had started raining. The fine and dense raindrops made her heart race for a moment.She suppressed the emotions welling up inside and stepped out, walking along the red carpet toward the villa.Seeing the rain, Cline quickly put aside his feelings and took out a black umbrella from the trunk.He rushed to her side, opened it, and held it above her head to shield her from the rain without saying a word.Luana stopped abruptly, looked up at the tall and upright man, and suddenly felt a wave of guilt.She couldn't bring herself to
His voice was cool and distant, as if he had come only to deliver the bouquet with no other intentions.Luana wanted to ask him to leave. Yet, seeing his pale face and bloodshot eyes, she found herself unable to utter the harsh words she had prepared.Wasn't this cruel enough?She stared at him, not taking the flowers, not speaking. The room fell silent.Cline looked at her, then lowered his lashes and took her hand.Gently, he pried open her clenched fingers and placed the bouquet in her palm. "I'll see you through," he said.He picked up the wedding shoes from the floor and tried to put them on her.Luana quickly drew back her feet. "Cline, don't do this…" she pleaded.He smiled, a pale and joyless smile that didn't reach his eyes, making him look sorrowful.Without a word, he grabbed her foot and forced the shoe on, then squatted and turned away.He glanced at Luana. "You have no dad or brother to give y
Luana's hand tightened around the wedding dress. Her small face turned pale, as if all the blood had been drained from it.Clarissa noticed something was wrong and quickly checked on her. "Luana, what's wrong?"Seeing Clarissa's worried look, Luana shook her head. "I'm fine, just a bit tired..."Clarissa gently hugged her. "If you're tired, rest on my shoulder..."Clarissa didn't mention Cline again. She knew such news would upset Luana.As her only family, all she could offer now was a comforting embrace.Luana rested her head on Clarissa's shoulder. Her dim eyes made her look lifeless.The wedding day arrived quickly.At nine in the morning, the makeup team hired by Albion arrived at the villa. The timing seemed considerate, allowing the bride extra sleep.Clarissa guided them upstairs. Upon seeing Luana, the stylists were amazed by her beauty.They worried an hour wasn't enough, but Luana's natural beauty meant
Albion always thoughtfully spared her life's worries.After Stanley finished his instructions, he swiftly left with his crew.No sooner had they gone than a black stretch limo pulled up before the villa.Ulrich, in a suit, stepped out and called out to Luana, who was about to head back inside."Miss Hammond..."Hearing that name, Luana's steps faltered, but she refused to turn around.Ulrich signaled two servants, who carried a diamond-embedded wedding dress to her."Miss Hammond, Mr. Moriarty asked me to give you this dress as compensation for the past."Luana glanced at the dress, her brow slightly furrowed. "Ulrich, please return this dress. I don't need his compensation."As she turned to leave, Ulrich's words stopped her."Miss Hammond, do you recall three years ago when Cline was abroad for three months? He bought this dress during that trip and planned to give it to you upon his return. But then some unexpe