Ditch Fake Bond: She's Tycoon Wolf Heiress の小説・ストーリー

"My... uh, my cousin works in fashion. She gets me high-quality knock-offs from overseas. I can't actually afford the real stuff. And the driver? That’s just a family friend who owes my husband a favor. Believe me, I’m just as broke and stressed as everyone else." Tasha eyed me for a long second, then laughed. "A replica? Man, those are some good fakes. You should give me the link. But seriously, keep that on the down-low. If they think you're just another girl struggling to make rent, they'll stop trying to sabotage your printer." "Thanks for the tip," I said, feeling a pang of guilt. I hated lying, but the truth—that I was the Luna of a powerful wolf pack married to a billionaire tyrant—wa

He started his talk. “I know. So where is this talk going?” She seemed impatient. “Daffodil, you might be the missing last breed of the Golden Wolves,” Lexus said this slowly, trying to let her understand each and every word that he stated. Her eyes were as wide as the full moon when she looked at him. “Me? A golden wolf? But my parents are American Business Tycoons. No way that they are werewolves.” she was totally confused. Suddenly, her dreams moments ago haunted her.

I felt the tingles and the bond and I was shocked. I was mated to a wolf, he wasn't bad to look at, not powerful but he had status and I smiled. He took me to his car and drove me to his private villa, he was rich, and I could work that to my advantage. I found out he was an Elder in the King's court and I knew I hit the jackpot, so I needed to play my cards right and pretend I needed a mate, I kissed him and before I knew it, he was fucking the shit out of me, he wasn't a bad fuck, kept me satisfied but I had better. After telling me he wanted me as his mistress because he had a wife and kids, I was disappointed but hey, I can use him to get to the King if I wanted to be Queen. We started m

After a few seconds, I suddenly heard slight cracking noises which caused me to open my eyes and wander around the area to see if someone is coming. > This land belongs to a pack, Freya, we need to get out of here now. You need to shift. < Kodaline shouted frantically in my mind and I didn't argue with my wolf anymore when I felt like someone was so close to approaching us now. I quickly took off my ragged dress and tied it around my shoulder. I immediately shift into my wolf form and let Kodaline take over my body. We wasted no more time and we quickly ran away, that was when I'm certain that someone is following us, it looks like the border patrol of this pack land is following us.

Aimee was curious. “The woman posing as Christopher Bridger’s wife is not Ashley Grander; she is Lily Bashwood, the older sister of the baseball player that Derek was talking to, Joe Bashwood,” he revealed. Aimee opened her mouth in shock, unable to believe what she just said. “I think you should be the first to expose her to Christopher and get your reward, because as we speak, that is exactly what Derek is about doing,” he advised Aimee. “But how did she get into Ashley’s personality? Where is Ashley Grander? Do Ashley’s parents know?” Aimee asked sporadically; she had so many questions to ask.

For a moment, I thought she was about to bolt out of the moving car. I tried to keep my tone calm, and light. “Don’t worry. I didn’t mean to startle you. Thankfully, I didn’t run you over.” She didn’t respond at first, just stared at me, her expression tense. I could tell she was weighing her options. Probably thinking that I was some kind of predator. I tried again. "I’m Adrian. What’s your name?"

"Then just leave her to me. I'll have her working the streets every night. I guarantee she'll make you a few million a month." Dylan smirked. "A few million is too low. She's a Bridgefields heiress, a woman of noble blood, and stunningly beautiful. In my opinion, we should market her properly, then marry her off to some wealthy tycoon or influential family—turn her into a valuable chess piece for Mr. Lloyd." Rodney, still unwilling to give up, immediately chimed in. "Why bother with all that trouble? Mr. Lloyd, I'll pay ten million—just sell her to me!"

I stopped. “And?” “There was a voice from inside the car.” I looked up. “It sounded exactly like Scarlett.” Tiffany stared at me and let out a loud laugh, like the idea was so ridiculous it had caught her off guard. “Scarlett?” she said. “Scarlett is the Moonlight heir.” Please say another thing Killian. You could say perhaps, maybe elephants could fly, I’ll easily believe that. “Killian. Scarlett is a nobody, she has no wolf. She grew up in our orphanage. She is not the heir to one of the most powerful packs in the region.” She shook her head. “You have been drinking for three days and you are so sleep deprived that you are starting to hear things.”

THE JOB IS DONE His voice echoed those words. Then I clamped my lips and released them. “What job?” he asked, his face turning red. “It's nothing,” I continued, “just an employee texting to inform me of a job done.” He let a breathless laugh escape his throat. “You’re coming in for further questioning.” My eyes broadened. “I didn't do anything,” the words came out before I could stop them. “Wait… what?” Desmond stepped forward. “I'm Desmond Parker,” he continued, “she's my wife and the heiress of the Adams foundation.”