Ditch Fake Bond: She's Tycoon Wolf Heiress 소설 & 이야기

"A deal? A wolfless, broken heiress who dropped out of school to hide a pregnancy thinks she can ride the Reaper? What the hell could you possibly have that I want? And don't even get me started on your body, I could have any woman I wanted." "But none of them is the heiress to the billion dollar Vance Holdings Company Or has access to its deepest, most protected financial records. The offshore routing numbers, the shell companies my stepmother uses to launder money for the Cross pack, and the legal blueprints to completely dismantle Julian’s family from the inside out. I will give you everything. I will put the weapon to bury them right in your hands."

I couldn't afford to get soft now over a fated bond. I knew the likes of Daisy Vanecrest. She was a high-society heiress born into pure wealth and power. Her kind knew exactly how to play the victim, how to flash those big emerald eyes, and how to twist every single situation to their own advantage. I had brought her to this estate because of her family's massive business ties and the leverage she gave me against Cassian. That was the reality. This warmth, this sudden urge to protect her in the rain, it was just the ancient pull of the bond messing with my head. It wasn't real.

The anchors don’t stop. “Some analysts are calling her a con artist. Others believe she’s a gold digger with a carefully fabricated backstory. A master imposter, using Chase Sterling as her ticket into the upper echelons of society. The mystery surrounding Victoria St. James deepens by the hour—who is she really?”

"Then why are you here?" Cassian took a breath. "There's a blood curse destroying my empire," he said, "my wolf is dying, my company is failing, everything is falling apart." I waited. "The pack elders say the only way to break it is through a mate bond," he continued, "which means you." "No," I said immediately. "I'm offering five million dollars," Cassian said, "one year of pretending to be my mate, then we go our separate ways." Five million would save the sanctuary, pay off every debt, and give Maya the life she deserved.

“Just three months. Strictly business. No strings attached, no assumptions, no physical contact except when necessary.” “As you please,” he didn't flinch. He dropped his tablet, stood up, and walked towards the drawer right beside his desk, and pulled out a thick brown folder, which I assumed to be the contract. “Here’s it, go through and sign at the bottom corner. You'll receive monthly compensation, and when it's over, I'll fulfill my end of the bargain.” I collected and scanned through it. “This is insane,” I muttered. I can't believe I'm about to agree to be a fake fiancée. Not just to anyone but to a billionaire — one of the richest and most influential men in Ravelle.

“I was just…” “I can leave,” Lydia said suddenly, jumping to her feet. The wind teased her hair in my direction, and I caught the highlights at the roots. But I also caught something else. “I mean, Mr. Jackson and I can always discuss the contract on our way to the office. If this is important to Mrs. Jackson…” “Sit, Lydia,” my husband instructed. “And don’t move an inch until I ask you to.” “Wait, is that Kilian Paris?” Lydia turned to look at me, feigning innocence etched in her eyes. “What?”

When she is brought forward on stage and her rope fall to the ground revealing her naked for for a moment before she turns into the most beautiful opallac she-wolf, I am torn between jumping her and jumping every man there for looking at her. She turns back and is instantly covered by an older woman with a robe, which is probably good for my sanity and everyone's safety. The bidding starts and I am pacing in the background, letting my father handle it, growling at anyone who dares make a bid. She is mine, my mate, my everything. “Dad”. I grab his arm as the price gets rather high. “I don’t care if you have to spend every penny we own ... I need her”. He nods. “I’ll do my best son ... I dream

The only thing special about her is that she still has her wolf, and even that is pushing it. “It looks like you crawled out of a dumpster,” she says then slowly waves her hand in front of her nose, “And smells like it too. I guess you found where you really belong, huh?” I scoff and shake my head, “Sierra, you have no room to insult anyone right now after what you’ve done. You’ve put yourself on the bottom of every pile by trying to force a fake mate bond.” She growls and darts forward, grabbing me by the collar. I don’t back down.

I quickly stand and look at him and say “ It's a pleasure to meet you sir it's an honor to work for your company and to live with your sister she is an amazing person” Emma just smiles and you happen to see Lucien checking you out. What he says next you didn't expect “ Emma would you and Kassandra like to get lunch” Emma looks at me and I nod and she says sure. I grab my stuff and head out with them and get in the car. I can feel a little tension in the air and since my scent is hidden Lucien doesnt know I am a wolf and asks “Emma if I know what she is” and I hear him and Emma look at me expectantly.