บททั้งหมดของ The Trapped Heiress: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

She was lying in the ER, but he never came to visit her, nor did he send any message of comfort, but here he was talking to his mistress with such intimacy.Every nerve in Laurel’s body tightened as if the house itself had betrayed her; the sound of his voice, soft and intimate, and the way he had never once used it for her felt like a physical blow.She stood frozen in the doorway while the steam flowed out from under the bathroom door, and as the name “Sherry” hung in the air, a small, stiff laugh escaped from her mouth. The ER’s fluorescent lights flashed behind her eyelids: the antiseptic smell of the hospital room and the care that never came. He had left her to count those hours alone, to lie exposed and vulnerable while he chose to be with the very women who had destroyed her. Now, hearing him answer her call with tenderness brought a clear resolve in her mind. She realized, with clarity, that his affection did not matter anymore and she wanted to end it completely.Her chest r

Laurel McKinley stirred awake as the flight attendant’s voice cut through the cabin, announcing their arrival. Her eyelids fluttered open, heavy with the residue of sleep that had claimed her almost the moment the plane lifted off. The exhaustion from the ordeal at the ER had drained her body, and the medicine had dulled her senses. It was the kind of weariness that seeped into her bones because of the many nights spent fighting battles she could never win. Sleep had been her only refuge, and even that had felt constantly stolen. Now, as the wheels touched the foreign country, she realised she had crossed more than just miles. She had crossed oceans into exile. She had entered the fragile hope of a life severed from the chains she had left behind. Her thoughts drifted, unbidden, to the day she had dreaded most: her wedding day. Even before the vows, before the binding words, she had known it would be a prison disguised as ceremony. The night before, she had tossed and turned, her bod

Laurel turned, her eyes narrowing. Harriet’s tone was the same as always, words laced in venom. Since the day she married Noah, Harriet had found fault in everything she did. She never missed a chance to remind Laurel that she was not Noah’s choice, only his obligation, which he needs to fulfil for the pack's benefit. To Harriet, Laurel was nothing more than a charity case.Harriet’s gaze shifted toward where Noah and Sherry stood, and her lips curled into a knowing smile. “That’s Sherry Hamilton,” she said, voice laced with mockery. “Noah’s childhood friend and the daughter of the Alpha of the Shadow Pack surely you have heard of them.”Laurel replied with a faint smile on her face. “Isn’t the Shadow Pack on the verge of bankruptcy? And yes, I have heard of them.” She spoke with indifference, but she knew that Sherry was Noah’s first love.Harriet leaned closer, her whisper sharp and twisted. “Don’t act too all high and mighty, Laurel, just because of your high status in the human wo

As the Maybach stopped outside the villa, Noah’s body trembled violently, the drug burning through his veins, yet his wolf surged with primal strength. His aura flared, filling the car with dominance. Laurel gasped as he scooped her into his arms, his grip firm despite the weakness gnawing at him.Every step up the staircase was a battle; his muscles shook, his breath came ragged, but he carried Laurel inside the Villa without any effort. Servants froze in the corridors, sensing the danger, bowing their heads as the Alpha heir passed. Laurel clung to him, torn between fear and disbelief."Noah, put me down; you are hurting yourself,” she whispered, her voice trembling.His jaw clenched, his eyes glowing with the golden fire of his wolf. “I won’t stop until I mark you. It’s the only way to fight this drug.”He pushed open the bedroom doors; the heavy marbled floor creaked under his strength as he carried her inside. The chamber was dim, moonlight spilling across the floor, the shadow o