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

"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.

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.”

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.

Just because you’re kind of being all pathetic and also kind of falling for Lord Poo doesn’t mean you should marry him. “Alright, I agree, but I have one stipulation.”What are you doing? Stop self-destructing.“We can’t just get fake married over the weekend and then act as if nothing happened. If we really loved each other, no one would buy that. You’d want to spoil me, and you’d find a way for us to be together.”This is way too far.“You’d pretend you were going away on a business trip, and since you wouldn’t need me, you would give me a week of holidays. My holidays were denied for the past year because I was a new hire, and I hadn’t been to my family cabin in ages, so we would actually go

As Alpha of the Shadow Pack, I'd agreed to meet with Enzo Howlthorne at my club to finalize our arrangement—five million dollars of gambling debt to be settled with something far more valuable. He presented me with a photo of his half-sister, Victoria — a newly turned eighteen-year-old hybrid wolf. Beautiful. Pure. With noble Alpha blood in her veins. Enzo described her as unshifted, soft-natured, and obedient by default. In his words, she would make the perfect, well-behaved little sex slave.

But it was from my father’s company—the quality was excellent. I let out a quiet sigh and tried to explain one last time. “First, the watch is mine. “Second, you’ve mistaken me for someone else. The real heiress is probably still out there somewhere, waiting for you.” Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a frail girl in a server’s uniform standing in the corner of the banquet hall, watching in fear. Her features bore a strong resemblance to the matriarch of the Lawson family, Jasmine Ross, at least seventy or eighty percent.

I sit across from her, loosening my jacket slightly as a waiter approaches with wine. Keisha takes a sip first, savoring it, then leans back, crossing her legs slowly. “I have to say,” she begins, “I never pictured you as the settling type.” I snort. “Neither did I and I am actually not” She studies me, eyes narrowing slightly. “So what is all this, Dante?” I don’t answer immediately . Her lips curve again. “What does she have on you?” I remain silent. She leans forward now, her voice dropping conspiratorially. “Is she blackmailing you?”

She stood cautious steps towards the origin of the sound with her arms still wrapped around her. She prepared herself to see worst. When she came closer she saw a sight only few had the opportunity to see. She saw a four leg full wolf with white wings, and black fur, his fur caught flames multiple times but they died quickly. The groans came each time he forced the flames out. It was the most beautiful sight ever. She went gasping. "You're the Phoenix." She said. The wolf turned around quickly with loud growls escaping his bare teeth. "Is me Ethan." She said calmly, he only groaned more before before pouncing on her and knocking her down.