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Married To The Wolf: My Ruthless Revenge

Chapter 4 No.4

Word Count: 859 | Released on: 15/01/2026

slid down, the thick fabric tearing at her palms. The ma

e thin fabric of the tracksuit, scratching her legs and ar

ip to keep fr

darkness near the house. "Check

to the shadows, moving toward the rear wall of the estat

s breaking against the stone. She tumbled over

e was bleeding, lim

the road. She limped toward them. "Please," she gasp

uspicious appearance bu

rs shook as she

Two ring

A voice like

" she wheezed. "I w

ed on the line.

the Doyle est

ne wen

nted windows screeched to a halt in fr

tant, looked at her with zero emotion.

. Put t

She tied the blindfold over her eyes. Her world be

hen the car stopped, she could s

rward onto what felt like a smooth, stone floor. "You can stan

room with floor-to-ceiling glass walls overlooking a churning black ocean

cleaning an antique pistol with a

e said. "Faster

e mud on her face. "Doyle Industries is cook

ed against the glass. "Sit." He pointed the barrel of the gun vaguely

I know the offshore accounts they use to hide

do you want? Money? Or do you w

t the Doyles to lose the bid tomorr

he door, let out a s

He walked toward her, towering over her. He used the barrel of th

st-off played ou

nds are hidden," Araminta lied. Her voice didn't shake. "T

amble. A m

nd dangerous. "If you are lying to me, Araminta, I will

ise," she said. "I

d grabbed her waist, pulling her flush against his hard

d. "And I want you. But marri

d and shoved her

Javen Doyle. If you can please me tonight.

e doorframe. She looked back at him. He w

old bedroom. She looked in the mirror. Her lip was

f the tracksuit. She was making a deal with the devil. But

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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."”