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Married To The Wolf: My Ruthless Revenge

Married To The Wolf: My Ruthless Revenge

Author: Bing Daner
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Chapter 1 No.1

Word Count: 1284    |    Released on: 15/01/2026

devastating words to come as he stared at Araminta, who stood drenched and broken in the doorway. I

eedles. She stood shivering, her knuckles white as she gripped her phone. The scre

he future of the Doyle famil

p in her stomach. Ahead of her, the massive black hull of the superyacht Leviathan bobbed rhythmically on the dark wa

guards in black suits blocked her path immediate

voice fighting against the wind. "I have

nsulting thoroughness. He pulled out the thick envelope,

xpectin

of the storm vanished, replaced by the soft hum of climate control and sm

n't stand. He held a crystal tumbler of amber liquid, his index finger tracing

ak floor. She felt small, dirty, and out of place among the women lounging

s clicking too loudly in the qui

ine to straighten. "The revised terms. J

He took a slow sip of his drin

le that seemed to vibrate in the floor

the models whispered something to her companion.

Araminta said, though her voice

e stood up. He was taller than she expected, broad-shouldered, blocking out the l

arge and rough, and gripped her chin. He tilted her face up, forcing her to look at him.

, to run. But the image of her brother, Griffin, hooked up to machines in a sta

s brushed her ear. "If I sign this, do you stay? Are

g on the edge of a rug. She stumbled, her hip collid

as

exploded across the floor. Champagne foamed over the

heart hammering against h

A slow, cruel smile curved his lips. It was the l

," he m

uncapped a fountain pen and scribbled his signature on the

et, right into the pile of bro

ing his back on her. "Tell Javen I have n

ably. She reached for the folder. A jagged shard o

of bright red blood fell onto the white co

idn't look back at the models, or the guards, or the man who had j

ack into

one, she sat in the back of a taxi. H

e connected. Her voice was thick

ere was music in the background. "Good. Great. Listen,

ne wen

ack, reflecting her own haggard face. A cold kno

state. The security guard peered into the car, hesi

cars. Expensive cars. Bent

air heavy and humid. The windows of the manor were blazing with light. Music

n the heavy oa

act, unlike the one on the yacht-glittered under the

inning a woman. She wore a red dress that cost more than Araminta's e

t. He looked happy. Happier than

to the marble floor, clutching the blood-stained contract. She

s of wine near the stairs. Her eyes landed on Aram

ancing. He turn

was safe. There was only annoyance, sharp and clear. He loo

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Married To The Wolf: My Ruthless Revenge
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“My fiancé Javen sent me to a yacht in the middle of a New York storm to finalize a high-stakes merger with Alfonse Wolfe, a billionaire rumored to have ice water in his veins. I did it for "us," shivering in a soaked evening gown and cutting my hand on broken glass just to get the signature that would save Javen's company. But when I rushed back to the Doyle estate, the manor was blazing with lights for an unannounced engagement party. Javen wasn't waiting for me with open arms; he was standing on the dance floor with Blossom Vega, the daughter of his biggest competitor, announcing their union to the elite of New York. When I stepped forward, dripping blood and water onto the marble floor, Javen didn't try to protect me. He looked at me with pure disgust and told the gathered press that I was a "charity case" suffering from mental delusions. His mother laughed while calling me a cockroach, and his father claimed my family's lost fortune was a hallucination. To ensure my silence, Javen leaned in and whispered that he would pull the plug on my disabled brother's life-saving medical care if I didn't disappear. I was hauled away by security and locked in a dark storage room like a stain on his perfect evening. I lay there in the dust, unable to process how twelve years of love could be a calculated lie. How could the man I was supposed to marry use my brother's breath as a bargaining chip after I had just sacrificed everything to save him? I escaped through a second-story window and went straight to the only predator powerful enough to tear the Doyles apart: Alfonse Wolfe. I didn't just ask for sanctuary; I demanded a marriage license to unlock my mother's secret trust and protect my brother. Standing in a high-security vault as the new Mrs. Wolfe, I discovered a truth that changed the game. I didn't just have the money to ruin Javen; the deed in my hand proved I now owned the very land beneath Alfonse's mansion. "I'm not the prey anymore," I whispered, watching the Doyle stock plummet on my phone. "I'm the hunter."”