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Married To The Wolf: My Ruthless Revenge

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 960 | Released on: 15/01/2026

ning. She had curled up on a pile of moth-

undle of clothes onto the floor. It w

sneered. "He doesn't want you walking aroun

damp, ruined evening gown and pulled on the

on. She pushed past the maid

You

the main wing of the house. She knew wh

he heavy mahogany doo

look at page forty. The penalty clauses are insane. If we miss a

doors open. They ban

cigar clamped between his teeth. Javen was

said, her voice steady and cold. "The

at her with genuine amusement. "What fund? We liqui

old document she had found years ago, hidden in her mother's bible. "

d the s

he room in two strides and sna

turned and threw the phone dire

lunged toward the fire,

f her hair and yanked her

and melted. The screen blackened, then cra

away. "No evidence. That fund belongs to the Doyle fami

thly, tapping ash into a crystal tray, "we have f

e. The law. They owned the judges, the law

ep breath. Sh

't care. Just let me take Griffin. I wan

? With what money? You have nothing. Without us paying the bill, he

. Victoria walked in, hold

renunciation of all claims to the Donaldson estate and any future inheri

as slavery. It was signing away he

nth?" s

ning against the desk, crossing his ar

pen from the desk. Her hand trembled

nd blinding, expl

idn't

the pen into the back of Javen's hand,

n ho

k, clutching his hand, the pen still sticking

chard roared,

or and pulled with all her weight. It tipped. Books cascad

rned a

ng Javen's shouts behind her. "Se

d slammed the door, twisting the l

e door from the outsid

nta! I'm going to kill

floor. The window looked out over the

c was thick, woven for a bygone era of quality. She tore them from the rod,

together, her knuckles raw. She tied one end around the heavy,

cked. A fist punch

night air was cold. Below her, the d

on in the world who had enou

e number she had memorized from

nse

e knotted curt

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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."”