Novel & Cerita Ditch Fake Bond: She's Tycoon Wolf Heiress

“How weird is it going to be when this is over? I’m going to be painted as the victim or the bitch who broke the billionaire’s heart. I cannot believe I let myself get into this. There’s still time to back out. I think I’ll call him, then hand him the keys to the front door and walk away. I don’t think I can go through with this.” She was shaking her head. “Uh-uh, no way. You love this company. This company is your baby and there is no way you are walking away from this.” “Cynthia, I’m going to be completely honest with you.” “What?” I took a deep breath. “I’m not a good actress. I don’t fake anything very well at all. I see it, I say it. Kylian is a man who gets to me. I can’t shake him, an

“This is for your good, Maeve, you should block him. You’ll be betrothed to Mr. Smith soon. A billionaire, Maeve! Do you realize what that means for us? We cannot have some stupid boy ruining this arrangement.” “Please Mom, give it back,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm as I reached for the phone. Hudson looked up at him in annoyance. “You all should calm down and stop acting like babies.” Gianna leaned back, her eyes scanning me. “No. I won’t let you mess this up. Mr. Smith is the perfect match, and you—” Her words collided together as a surge of nausea hit me. I clutched tight to the edge of the table, my stomach twisting violently.

They are convinced we’re rich, even though most of us don’t even have a pot to piss in. Douglas used the word heiress in Mara’s listing, knowing that a lot of Alphas are struggling to get by now and would jump at the chance to get their hands on a rich little she-wolf’s money. Insincere fuck. It was a stupid move. I could have gotten a much better she-wolf for far cheaper. I shouldn’t have done it. I should have given up on her, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop. Douglas Smith is a multi-billionaire. Only a fool wouldn’t have taken that chance.

As his fake contracted wife who doomed their hopes into ashes. Tbc….

"Call the cops? Go ahead." I pulled out my phone and handed it to him. "You have me arrested, and the whole city instantly finds out Cassandra ditched her marriage and hired a body double." "The great heir to the Sinclair Group, played for a fool by a knockoff this whole time." "I've even got the headline ready: 'SHOCKER: Billionaire Heir Falls Victim to Body-Double Honey Trap. Is This the Twisting of Human Nature, or the Collapse of All Morality?!'" Julian took a deep breath, the vein on his forehead twitching.

“You really love that word for someone who’s never had to spell it.” His eyes finally met mine. Heat. Ice. Chaos. I swallowed and tried not to combust. “I was curious,” I said. “You never told me why you need a fake girlfriend.” “For a business deal.” I blinked. That was… honest? “What kind of deal?” He smiled lazily. “Curious, are we?” “Yes. I’m literally sitting in a car with a man I barely know, about to have dinner with his billionaire father. I think I deserve a few details.”

She raised her hand and slapped Sienna again, screaming, "Look at the mess you've gotten us into the moment you came back! Apologize to Ms. York right now and beg for her forgiveness!" Sienna was utterly flabbergasted. She pressed her hands to her swollen cheeks before pointing at me and letting out a disbelieving shriek. "What did you say? Ms. York? Isn't she the fake heiress who stole my identity? Why are you calling her 'Ms. York'?" Brandon was also at a loss. He shot a bewildered look at me before directing his attention to the woman who had arrived with Molly. His entire worldview seemed to reconstruct itself at that moment.

I was in the small sunroom off the library, trying to lose myself in a book, when Izzy burst in, her face unusually pale, a gossip magazine clutched in her hand like a venomous snake. “Angel! Nonna tried to hide it, but I saw it on the newsstand when we went for pastries!” She thrust the magazine at me. The headline screamed across the glossy cover in lurid, oversized font: {BILLIONAIRE’S BOGUS BRIDE! Damien Salvatore’s ‘Fiancée’ A Penniless Painter Hired to Hoodwink Dying Mother!}

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.

Roger growled, causing the couple to freeze. “No, there is no freaking way that can’t be. We did a background check on her. She’s nothing, a no…” Alejandro was about to say a nobody when Hank punched him in the face. “Say that again, and I’ll start tearing you apart, limb, by limb, until you learn to respect the Dawsons’ heiress.” Alejandro spat blood, one of his teeth loose from the impact. “The Dawson’s heiress? Not Therese?” “Therese is a fake name she came up with to drive away gold diggers like you," Giovanni revealed, adding, "Her real name is Delanie Dawson."