Beneath His Ugly Wife's Mask: Her Revenge Was Her Brilliance
Rising From Ashes: The Heiress They Tried To Erase
Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me Now
Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband's Regret
Jilted Ex-wife? Billionaire Heiress!
She Took The House, The Car, And My Heart
The Phantom Heiress: Rising From The Shadows
A Divorce He Regrets
The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life
As I walked out of the railway station, a well-dressed elderly gentleman approached me. He gracefully bowed, extended his hand, and said, "You must be Miss Anna Lambert? Welcome to Paris. My name is Claude Dupont, the steward of the Montmorency family."
"Hello, thank you for coming to pick me up," I smiled and shook hands with the steward Claude. He led me to the back seat of a luxurious black car parked by the roadside, and he took the front passenger seat.
It was then I noticed there was a young man seated on my left.
He wore a deep blue school uniform, leaning lazily against the seat, chin resting in one hand. His profile was exquisitely chiseled, and the sunlight streaming through the window accentuated the delicate contours of his face, possessing an elegant charm reminiscent of medieval sculptures. His rich brown hair cascaded gently, presenting a handsomeness I had never encountered in my hometown.
I could perceive the faint scent of Alpha pheromones emanating from him, musky and intensely alluring, capable of igniting desire in almost any Omega. Yet, his gaze remained cold and aloof, seemingly indifferent to anything around him, creating a stark contrast with the teasing aroma he exuded.
It was the first time I looked at him, unaware that our destinies would become deeply entwined from this moment on.
Claude attempted to introduce me to him, "Young Master, this is Anna Lambert, the daughter of your father's dear friend..." but he cut him off.
Without even glancing at me, he impatiently said to Claude and the driver, "Just go ahead."
Thus, the journey remained profoundly silent with no sound in the carriage. My face turned away from the aloof Alpha, gazing out the window, envisioning my new life in Paris, an escape from the small town where I had always been the top student, putting in long hours of effort to secure the only scholarship and enter France's finest university, Elysee, where my boyfriend Corey also attended.
Since childhood, I aspired to become an outstanding actress while Corey dreamt of founding a tech company, and we promised to achieve our career goals together in Paris after graduation.
Corey was human, but we had grown up together. He knew about my lycanthropy, but he claimed not to mind and pledged to marry me after university.