Is It Fair For Stepmom To Cut My Funds? Grandfather'S Support An Option?

Elena Ghen's life is suddenly overturned when Alpha Williams declares war against her pack and wins. Elena is forcefully taken away from her pack and joins The blue moon pack where Alpha Williams plans to make her his Luna. What happens when Elena meets her mate at the mating dinner organized for her and Alpha Williams? What happens when she finds out that her mate is non other than the Alpha in line, Jake, Alpha William's very own son. Elena and Jack have the same goal but can they put down their differences and make it work. The moon goddess doesn't make mistakes , or does she? ~~~~~~~ I smirked on seeing his red blazing eyes stare me down, his face hardened, his fake demeanor falling apart. I could feel his hard on pressed against my thighs. His hands gripping my hair tightly, holding my chin up. "Shut it." He snarled "Imagine me, pressed against the sheets with him, thighs apart. His hands gripping my thighs so hard they'd leave a bruise. My neck covered in love bites as I -" "Shut the fuck up before I show you exactly how mean I could be. I don't mind ruining in the sanctuary of this place. I will fuck you real, good. Your head and thoughts will be filled with my name, because you're mine, just mine." "Why don't you make me. Do it." I teased, challenging him. Watching his smirk deepened. He yanked my hair tighter, raising his eyebrows "Get on your knees and make that mouth useful."

My boyfriend, Harvey Seinfeld, got diagnosed with cancer and needed a liver transplant. When I found out I was a match, I didn't think twice. Two-thirds of my liver—gone. The pain was brutal. As soon as I came to, I dragged myself to his room. Right before I walked in, I heard him laughing with his friends. "Harvey, you're a genius for coming up with such an epic revenge plan." He snorted. "If I didn't have to keep it low-key, I would've taken a kidney just for fun. "It's her fault Vivi bombed her art exam and had to study abroad. Vivi's coming back next month. That's when I'll be done with her for good."

"Damn you, woman! How... you're my father's wife, how the hell are you still a virgin?" It was our wedding night, but instead of sharing a bed with my old, billionaire husband, I was rolling in cash. One million dollars—that was the price of my freedom, given to me just for marrying him. For a girl who used to survive on pennies, denying this offer would have been a sin. So, who cares if he’s old? I’m filthy rich now!

My mother kept a red notebook recording all of my sister's favourite things. She had a blue notebook for me too. When my mother was hospitalized, I took leaves from work to take care of her. My sister had never shown up. However, my mother recorded in the blue notebook, '15th March, I am not well and am hospitalized. Celine owed me 450 dollars for food allowance. I knew that was not a notebook about my favourite things, but a notebook of all of my expenses. Behind the closed doors, Mother said to Father, "Celine is an evil person. She always likes to compete with her sister. We must take a chance to steal all her money and leave with Belle. Later when we are old, we will ask her to take care of us. I think we should just ask her to pay us back all the money we spent on her that I have recorded in this notebook. I was devastated at that moment.

My boy friend Caleb Ford's childhood sweetheart, Julia Leclair, is losing her hair from chemotherapy. So, he orders me to cut mine off and make her a wig. "Julia's allergic to synthetic wigs. You've been growing your hair for ten years—it's perfect." I refuse, but his friends tie me down. Someone shaves my head to the scalp, buzzing through my thick, glossy hair until nothing's left but a butchered mess. Julia sits in her wheelchair and laughs, saying I look like a toad. Caleb smiles and nods in agreement. He adds with a chuckle, "It's just some hair. Was that really necessary?" But back when I was bullied for having uneven, choppy short hair for six straight years, it was he who stood in front of me. He had his arms spread wide as he shielded me from harm. Now he's the one wielding the blade. One by one, their little circle chimes in. They tell me not to hold a grudge against someone who's sick. Caleb snaps impatiently, "Stop trying to talk sense into her. She can get lost! Did you see that fit she threw over a few strands of hair? It's not like they won't grow back." I turn around and walk away. I never look back. Later, I hear that Caleb begs for my forgiveness by kneeling his way up 9000 steps until his knees are ruined.

The intern secretly submitted a voluntary pay-cut application on my behalf. As a result, my salary dropped from $10,000 to $2,000. When I found out and confronted him, my boss and colleagues all defended him. "The company is not doing great right now. Oscar was just trying to save costs for us. Do you have to nickel-and-dime over this?" With my salary so low, I couldn't afford the special medication for my chronic migraines, and one day I passed out at my desk during an attack. But the intern snuck a video of me unconscious and posted it on the company's website. He even whipped up a detailed 100-page slideshow breaking down how I was slacking off on the clock and dumping all my work on him. Overnight, I was labeled a workplace bully. My boss gave me the cold shoulder, and my colleagues whispered about me. Even worse, some extreme "anti-workplace-bullying" activists tracked me down to my home, showed up with two cans of gasoline, and burned me and my parents alive. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on that very day when the intern had submitted my pay-cut form. In this second chance at life, I would make sure everyone saw the intern for who he truly was.