Married To The Wolf: My Ruthless Revenge

Chapter 7 No.7

Word Count: 620 | Released on: 15/01/2026

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h the window she had escaped from the night before-the curtains were gone, but the window was

t had been tossed. Drawers wer

floorboard in the back, the small metal b

passports and bi

the bedroom

ying slightly. He held a bottle of whiskey in one hand. A banda

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st the wall. "These are

ay," Javen snarled. He dropped the bottle.

nged

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ying into her face. "Are you screwin

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nd was a sickening crunch of bone. He screamed, a raw, animal sound, his gri

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She dropped the trophy. It landed

chest rose shallowly. Not dead. Bu

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his body. She gra

printed down the stairs, past the star

burned, until she was bl

re, instantly revealing her location to Alfonse. She was a fugitive now, and she couldn't be sure if he saw

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er contacts. Harper Le

ed. "I... I think I killed him. No, I brok

ed. "Where are you? I

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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."”