All Chapters of My Mate Is Another Woman's Fate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Dana: The next morning, I could barely open my eyes. After all the crying last night, my eyelids were swollen, and it felt as if someone had poured sand into them. Lying for another half hour in Eli’s luxurious bed, I finally decided to get up and start the day. When I reached the bathroom, I flinched at the sight of my reflection in the mirror. Honestly, though, I hadn’t expected much better after all those tears. To my surprise, I didn’t feel like crying anymore. I stepped into the shower, turned on the warm water, and let it wash away the misery of the night. Somehow, as I thought everything over, my mood began to rise. Why had I cried so hard? Probably from shock, and from the sheer unexpectedness of meeting my mate. After all, I had nearly stopped believing it would ever happen. From what I could tell, he wasn’t married, and I was free as well. Maybe something could come of it. And yet, I had gone straight into hysterics. No, that wasn’t the way to handle it. I needed to p

The wolf inside me was snarling, and I was doing my best to keep a straight face. My good mood evaporated in an instant. Arthur noticed. “Something’s wrong? You just went quiet all of a sudden,” he asked with concern, looking at me. “Your eyes…” “It’s nothing, really. It happens,” I tried to force a smile, but it barely came out. “Alright, I’ll believe you… For now. It’s not even a full moon. You’re not going to shift here, are you?” Arthur asked seriously. “No, of course not!” I answered, then added a quieter, less confident, “…I shouldn’t…” I tried to pull myself together, and it seemed to work. Arthur didn’t push to figure out the reason for my mood, and I silently thanked him for that. “You know, your sister’s growing into quite the beauty. Bet she’s swamped with suitors,” Arthur said, steering the conversation elsewhere. “Yeah, I think there’s one guy she likes. She won’t stop talking about him. What do they call it now? A ‘crush.’ She has a teenage crush. She’s a

Konstantin I hadn’t seen Olivia for two, maybe even three months. What I saw when she got into my car honestly shocked me. In all that time, she had completely transformed herself—and, in my opinion, not for the better. From a pretty, light-brown-haired girl with naturally—not small, by the way—curves, she had turned into a stereotypical escort. She had always looked more than fine, but apparently that wasn’t enough for her. And what on earth was she thinking when she decided to remake herself like this? Her already full lips had now turned into two inflated mattresses sticking out of her face. Her chest used to be a solid C cup, now it looked more like a full E, ready to burst out of that so-called dress. And the dress itself—don’t even get me started. I swear, there’s more fabric in my underwear than in what she was wearing. She’d also done something to her face, but I couldn’t even figure out what exactly. It was still her… and yet, somehow, not her. My jaw literally dropped

Konstantin “Yesterday our clients from above reached out to me and offered to attend a closed seminar-exhibition on biomechanics. Some allied states are even willing to exchange technologies. It will be very interesting and beneficial for us.” “When and where?” Margarita asked, suddenly energized. “In about a month. They said the exact date, as well as the location, will be announced literally a day before the event begins. You understand, it’s confidential because of the risks. But they hinted that we’ll need to take a charter flight for several hours.” “I see.” At that moment, Dana quietly entered the office, carrying a tray in her hands. And again, I’m staring at her like a fool seeing a new gate. The girl carefully places the coffee on the table, bringing along plenty of other sweets. Her cheeks are flushed—she’s clearly embarrassed. That amuses me… and arouses me. I’ll admit it: her appearance stirs up my already restless libido. Everything is by the dress code, even t

Having picked out my lunch, I sit down at a free table. There are so many employees here! What amazes me is how different they all look. Some are dressed in business suits, while others wear outfits completely uncharacteristic for such a firm. There are people in jeans, shorts, and t-shirts, and even a few with brightly dyed hair and extravagant hairstyles. Maybe this cafeteria isn’t just for our company’s staff? I barely have time to think about it before some guy casually sits down next to me. Skinny, wearing something like a courier’s uniform. A long black fringe peeks out from under his cap. “Hi, you’re new here? I’m Theo,” he says as if we’ve known each other forever. “Hi. My name’s Dana. Yes, it’s my first day at work,” I reply, still a little embarrassed at his invasion of my modest personal space. The guy smiles, dimples forming on his cheeks. “Well, nice to meet you. What do you do here?” “I’m Margarita assistant.” The boy lets out a low whistle, clearly surprise