Ditch Fake Bond: She's Tycoon Wolf Heiress Novels & Stories

“You are right, Luna. After that first day in the living room… I never felt my wolf whisper or even want to be with her as my mate. In fact when she came to my room three days ago, my wolf had felt so bad even though I did not touch a strand of her. It felt like I was cheating on Lilith. So the bond had been fake all along? But how… how was that possible?” “Yes, the mate bond had been fake all along.” She reached into the envelope again and retrieved a parchment paper, handing it over to him. “It had been discovered that she came from the Winterbourne Pack. A pack far away in the north. The people of this pack had the rare gift of mimicking scent, taking another person's appearance and they

How dare he. Don't get me wrong when I said he was a millionaire. Yes, he was a millionaire, but I wasn't a gold digger dating him for his money, it was the other way round. He was a millionaire, heir to a company, but, I was Fiona Katherine Winchester, billionaire and CEO of Winchester Group of Industries, the third most successful company on the entire continent, and, his company worked for mine. He was dating me for my money and I was dating him for my peace of mind.

I didn’t need Vanessa to finish the sentence to know where she was going with it. She stepped back, shaking her head as if I disgusted her. “A fake will always be a fake. Do you really think a few fancy words in front of a big shot will change anything? Will Valen Gravestone even remember your name when he leaves? No. The world will only see me, Vanessa Cardwell, the real heiress as the face of this merger. And you?” She tilted her head mockingly. “You’re nothing.” My voice was ice. “Get out.”

He gestured with his hands and it looked almost dramatic. My lips twitched into a small frown. “Don't tell me you believe him.” Gideon scoffed, his arms crossed. “It's not impossible, knowing Ronan, it will be hard for him to be taken down just like that. It was the same category of magic used to seal our tunnel.” I had interrupted Ronan when he was talking about fighting with some man and had completely missed the main part. I was too focused on the connection he claimed he had. “What you're saying now is that Ronan didn't actually fight anyone real.” My father said,

The wolf that had awakened six months after I'd run, proving every single person who'd called me worthless wrong. Rip it up, my wolf, Selene, growled. Burn it. He doesn't deserve to breathe the same air as us. But I couldn't. Because tucked inside the envelope was a check for five million dollars. And a contract. SIX HOURS EARLIER "Table four is getting impatient, Aria!" I plastered on a smile and grabbed the tray of drinks, weaving through the crowded casino floor. The Black Diamond Casino was neutral territory—no pack could claim it—which made it the perfect place for a wolfless omega to disappear.

"In the civil registry, she was declared dead a year ago. Wow, do you know how much goosebumps ran down my spine when our cyber team discovered this?" For the first time in three hours, Ronan moved. He leaned forward, his powerful jaw twitching as his eyes narrowed sharply onto the image. The detective grinned, instantly triumphant at finally breaking the billionaire's stoic facade. "You deliberately faked her death to gain absolute control over her, didn't you?" the detective accused, his voice dripping with venom. "An orphaned girl with absolutely no family, caught in the cunning, predatory manipulations of a powerful CEO. Human trafficking... or something worse."

she says sharply. Most common wolves don't even know what a blood accord is. I highly doubt her family fortune is larger than the mountain of gold my zaibatsu grandmother left in my name. "My treasury holds over two billion gold pieces," I tell her, trying to lay my cards on the table—I haven't checked the ledger vaults in a few moons, but the weight should be close enough, give or take a few million. She looks up at me like I have lost my mind. The fake bard rolls his eyes and lets out a loud, mocking snort.

She says simply. He turns his head to look at her. She is sipping from the glass with grace. Her side features, like every other thing about her, are beautiful. She has let her hair down. The frenzy strands a little out of place. Anders stops himself from reaching out and tucking her hair. “What's in it for you?” He breaks the silence. Electra turns to him. Her brows rise in question. “Why are you doing this?... Agreeing to fake date this piece of shit.” His tone is teasing, and a smirk lifts the corner of his mouth.

read one comment from a territory management worker. I surprised myself by responding: "Your heart will heal. My wolf has found its true bonded mate." "Are you actually responding to comments?" Elara stared at me. "There are questions I want to answer," I said, scrolling through notifications. "Is it true you abandoned the Bell Pack heiress?" asked one bold wolf. I typed firmly: "My wolf was never bonded or promised to the Bell Pack. Any claims otherwise are false." The pack network exploded with speculation. An Alpha King choosing a silver-contaminated, disgraced she-wolf over advantageous alliances was unheard of.

*WOLFLESS AND WORKING IT: Rejected Bride Lands Cushy Job in Supreme Alpha's Bed — Sources Say She's Already Angling for Luna. "Oh, come on," I said, scrolling past a photo of me and Damon leaving the mansion together three days ago — professional, entirely innocent, and somehow captioned like evidence in a trial. "There's a quote," Elias said grimly, "from an anonymous 'family friend.'" I found it near the bottom. My stomach dropped before I even finished reading. “She's always had big ambitions for someone without a wolf. First she tried to trap the Cross Alpha, now she's moved on to bigger prey. Her own family says she'll do anything for status."