Raising the Wolves

Chapter 7

Word Count: 634 | Released on: 23/12/2025

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" I spat, my voice

freeze. I turned slowly and met

there, looking at me, and I knew.

, I accepted birthday wishes, but my mind was in a knot of fear. I kept w

d. The party was a

tage, ready to announce my future husband. The ballro

someone whispered nearby. "He'

ice countered. "He's been chasing her fo

Silas. He caught my eye and gave me a look of such deep, unwavering love it took my breath away

a real, h

the world

playing a beautiful montage of my life, flickered and

closed in a state of pathetic, lovesick bliss. The video continued, sho

ce echoed through the silent

ed, my eyes desperately seeking Caspian in the c

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his face purple with rage. "Som

pt playing. The

He charged the stage, picked up a heavy champ

father bellowed, his voice s

s just a young girl's crush. It's clear who she's in love with. An

e knew I had chosen Silas. He looked

shielding me from the prying eyes of the crowd. He held me

tunned guests, his voice rin

booming through the hall. "And I swear to God, whoever is re

rowd

ws were ashen. They stared at me, at Silas, their expressions a mixture

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Raising the Wolves

Ming Yue Modern

“My father raised seven brilliant orphans to be my potential husbands. For years, I only had eyes for one of them, the cold and distant Caspian Vance, believing his distance was a wall I just had to break through. That belief shattered last night when I found him in the garden, kissing his foster sister, Lyra-the fragile girl my family took in at his request, the one I had treated like my own sister. But the true horror came when I overheard the other six Ashworth Fellows talking in the library. They weren't competing for me. They were working together, orchestrating "accidents" and mocking my "stupid, blind" devotion to keep me away from Caspian. Their loyalty wasn't to me, the heiress who held their futures in her hands. It was to Lyra. I wasn't a woman to be won. I was a foolish burden to be managed. The seven men I grew up with, the men who owed my family everything, were a cult, and she was their queen. This morning, I walked into my father's study to make a decision that would burn their world to the ground. He smiled, asking if I'd finally won Caspian over. "No, Dad," I said, my voice firm. "I'm marrying Silas Blackwood."”