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Married To The Wolf: My Ruthless Revenge

Chapter 2 No.2

Word Count: 950 | Released on: 15/01/2026

atmosphere, killed the track. The silence that followed was heavier

ing, a puddle forming

ening in theatrical shock. "Oh my god," she said, her voice carrying clearly across th

ved through the crowd.

e. She looked at Javen, pleading silently.

er. For a split second, Araminta thought he was co

der from her hands. He looked at the smear of r

oice low and venomous. "You ruin everyt

h opening and closing. "I... I g

r son, her posture rigid. She turned to the crowd, her face transf

"We have a wonderful surprise. Tonight, we celebrate the union of two great families. I am

erupted i

of clapping was like physical blows. "Engagement?" she wh

aminta, look at yourself. Look at the reality. Doyle Industrie

Javen's. She rested her head on his shoulde

raminta choked out. "I

delines. It was a bark of a laugh. "That bankrupt name? You hav

et in. They swarmed forward, cameras

cene," he said smoothly. "Miss Donaldson has been struggling with her mental health for some time. My family h

nged for the microphone, desperat

y hands clamped onto her arms, twisting them be

she shrieked

calm her down for the cameras. His

depends on a steady supply of some very expensive, very specific medication, doesn't

of her body instantly. Griffin. Her little

s. "See? She's calming down. Please, take Mis

her backward. Her heels s

t, her voice shrill. "That's a Persia

since childhood. People she had dined with. They looked awa

down the hall to the servants' wing and shoved her into a

her knees as th

lock clicked with a finalit

was

door, pounding on i

he pulled her knees to her chest, shivering viole

d out. The estate had signal j

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like a d

with tears. She wiped them away aggressively, smearing

he line. He had thr

cage. Her fingers closed around a small, cold object. It was

til the metal edge

hispered to the empty room.

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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."”