Lahat ng Kabanata ng After One Night With My Sister’s Prized Possession : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Kain Wolf hated auctions. He hated the fake laughs. The overpriced wine. The desperate sparkle in people’s eyes, dressed up as glamour. But more than anything, he hated wasting time. Yet here he was—cutting short a critical meeting about his late grandmother’s philanthropic rehab center—because his assistant claimed there was “another kind of opportunity.” The center needed urgent repairs. Flooding had destroyed half the east wing. Patients in recovery were displaced—some sleeping under tarps. Kain scanned the emergency budget. Steep. Immediate. Non-negotiable. “Two weeks,” he said, voice clipped. “I’m already funding four major initiatives. It’s not just charity—it’s logistics.” The woman across from him, a rehab coordinator, leaned forward, eyes pleading. “Mr. Wolf, they’re relapsing. We don’t have two weeks.” Kain’s jaw flexed.The storm in his chest raged quietly. Then his assistant cleared his throat. “There’s a charity auction tonight. If you agree to be aucti

Kain Wolf had no intention of staying long. He walked into the Mazuka Hotel with steel in his veins and a ten-million-dollar check in his pocket—his exit strategy. Shake a hand. Drop the check. Smile like he cared. And vanish before dessert. This wasn’t a date. It was a chore. A formality arranged by his meddling godmother. Her final plea to “fix” the love life he didn’t want anyone touching. He wasn’t here for romance. He was here to leave. And then find her. Jade Miller. The only woman who hadn’t looked at him like he was made of headlines, inheritance, or sin. She’d looked at him like he was real. And that… had wrecked him in ways he didn’t understand yet. He slid into his seat at table sixteen, tucked in the corner of the candlelit restaurant. Discreet. Strategic. Cold. He pulled out the folded check—ten million, no strings—and set it by the water glass. He’d hand it over the moment the blind date sat down. A soft decline. A clean exit. And then he’d go f

Kain should’ve kissed her. Her breath had trembled against his, her heartbeat thudding like war drums between them. One second longer and he would’ve taken her mouth, claimed it like a vow, ended the torment burning behind her eyes. But instead— “I’m sorry,” she whispered, voice cracking like something breaking in her chest. “But don’t follow me.” Then she ran. Not from the storm. From him. He didn’t chase. Couldn’t. Her words had gutted him, but it was her eyes—the way they flinched like he was the danger—that held him still. Outside, rain screamed down in sheets as she vanished into the dark. Her black dress clung to her like second skin, a ghost trailing through the headlights—flickering, then gone. His phone buzzed. “Boss,” his assistant crackled. “We’ve got her. Profile, address—want us to move—?” “No need,” Kain muttered, jaw tight. “I already found her.” He turned—and the world snapped. A car. Headlights off. Barreling toward her. His pulse flatlined.

The cameras snapped like lightning tearing across a black sky.And then—he stepped out.Kain Wolf emerged from the white Bentley.Noise erupted around him—shouts, camera shutters, fans screaming his name. The world wanted a fairy tale.A picture-perfect love story.But inside him?There was nothing but a hollow ache curling in his chest like rot.Scarlett stepped out after him. Her crimson dress clung to every curve like a promise she never meant to keep.She slid her hand through his arm with the ease of someone who posed for power, not for love.Like she was his.Like she ever had been.He looked away.Because no flashbulb, no crowd, no amount of applause could blind him to the truth.She wasn’t the one. The air felt too tight.His lungs burned with the weight of absence—Jade’s absence.He scanned the crowd, instinctive. Hoping.But all he saw were strangers and shadows.What replayed instead:The gunshot.The blood.The rain.A woman collapsing into him. Her heartbeat syncing with

The moment his eyes cracked open, Kain knew something was wrong. His body was heavy. Too heavy. Like sinking into quicksand. His head spun. His mouth tasted like ash. It felt dry and bitter. He tried to sit up. Failed. Miserably. Scarlett. What the hell did she give him? He dragged a hand through his messy hair, wiping sweat from his brow, struggling to claw his way back to consciousness. His pulse thudded in his ears, loud and relentless. “Kain?” A soft voice, close yet distant. His heart stuttered. Jade. His eyes fought to drag toward the door, his muscles screaming in protest. There she was. Standing by the door. Hesitant. Nervous. Like she wasn’t sure whether she should’ve come in at all. “What are you… doing here?” His voice came out rough, hoarse—weak. He hated how it cracked. “Scarlett said you needed me. That you wanted to talk.” She stepped closer, her eyes scanning him, concern flickering behind the calm exterior. “You don’t look good.” Her wo