บททั้งหมดของ Under The Wolfe Name : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

The BargainRain lashed against the windshield as Elara's fingers trembled on the steering wheel. Her heart kept racing fast and against her ribcage, it was so dark she could barely see anything. She didn’t know where she was going, only that it had to be anywhere but there.Headlights flashed in the rearview mirror. She panicked.No. Not now. Not when she was this close.The tires skidded briefly on the wet road as she turned off the main street into a narrow path she barely recognized from memory. Her thoughts were racing, outpacing even the storm.You have to run. You have to leave.She tightened her grip. Gerald would be furious when he found out. And Adrian Wolfe? She didn't even want to think about him yet.Elara had never felt truly free. Not in Gerald’s estate where the walls felt more like polished cages than shelter. Not in that house where smiles were staged and affection was forbidden. Not once in eighteen years since her mum had remarried had she been asked what she wante

Back to the Lion's DenThe drive back to Gerald’s estate dragged on longer than she could bear.Every minute felt like a punishment.Elara sat curled in the back seat of the SUV, staring out the rain-slick window.Cain didn’t speak a word. He simply drove, eyes forward, fingers loose on the steering wheel like he wasn’t returning a girl to her cage.Elara sat hunched in the backseat, arms crossed, hair wet,soaked dress clinging to her skin despite the warmth of the car.Her mind raced with everything that had just happened ,the sting of Adrian's voice, his cold warning, the way he looked at her like he already owned every part of her.She clenched her fists in her lap, nails digging into her palms. He knew things about her. Personal things. Caleb. Her favorite foods. Her habits. How?And why did he care enough to find out?She remembered his words,"Don’t test me.""Whether you walk down that aisle with fire in your eyes or fear in your heart is up to you."Was this what her life was now

You Are Not Buying Me OffSomeone knocked.Elara turned toward the sound, Her fingers lingered at the clasp of the gold locket around her neck—the only thing in this estate that felt like hers.She hadn’t moved much since she’d entered the room — just paced the room like a restless ghost. The knock came again, softer this time. Not urgent. Just… waiting.She exhaled and stepped toward the door, slowly opening the door.When she opened it, she didn’t find Adrian.It was a maid. Young. Wide-eyed. Her uniform was crisp, her hair tucked into a perfect bun. Her hands were folded politely in front of her, and her voice was soft.“Good afternoon, ma’am.”Elara blinked. Ma’am. That still felt foreign.The maid continued. “Mr. Wolfe asked that I bring you lunch and assist you with anything you might need.”Elara blinked. Mr. Wolfe. It felt strange hearing him called that. It shouldn’t. It was his name. But somehow it felt like a title too heavy for someone she still barely understood.”I—uh… c

The Curtain Between UsThe morning light filtered through sheer curtains, casting pale shadows on the marble floor. Elara blinked awake slowly,Her body felt too warm, too safe and that alone jolted her awake.This wasn’t her room. This wasn’t her house. Then it came rushing back. The wedding. The limo. Adrian.She lay still for a while, unmoving, her eyes open and fixed on the ceiling, tracing invisible lines as if they held answers.Last night replayed in her mind ,the dim study, the soft scent of cedar, Adrian’s quiet voice telling her she could return to school. That he wouldn’t touch her unless she wanted him to.He hadn’t said it with charm. He hadn’t tried to earn her gratitude. He’d said it like a truth. Simple. Heavy.And for the first time in days, something in her loosened.She sat up slowly,reached for her phone which was plugged on the table beside her bed and checked the date .Monday, July 13.And still no reply from Lily. Her thumb hovered over the screen until she sigh

Smoke Without FireAdrian’s phone buzzed with sharp insistence the moment he stepped out of the boardroom.His meeting had run over, dragging into technicalities and board politics he barely had the patience for.He didn’t bother checking it at first — most meetings ended with noise. His staff knew better than to disturb him unless it was urgent.But then Julian appeared at the end of the hallway, a tablet in hand and urgency carved across his face.But Adrian didn't ask him about it .He kept on walking.Julian trailed behind him, phone in hand, brows furrowed as he scrolled. “Adrian,” Julian said lowly as they fell into step together. “You need to see this.”Adrian didn’t slow down. “If it’s another delay on the Zurich file—”“It’s not Zurich,” Julian cut in, tone sharp. “It’s… it’s personal.”That word made Adrian stop. He turned slowly, catching the flicker of something rare in Julian’s expression—uncertainty.Adrian took the tablet without a word. The screen loaded to a blaring hea