The Alpha's Unwanted True Mate's Secret

Chapter 6

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standing silently behind me at the bottom of the stairs. A flicker of

cern as she smoothed a hand over the silk of my dress. "Conrad just ga

d her. "Mrs. Harris," she said to

hrough Paige. "Who do you think you're calling Mrs. Harris?"

lencing her. My eye

said. My voice

ou talking about? This was a gift from Conrad. He said this dress

each word a chip of

tep back. "You can't do this! This is my hous

money, built as a copy of my home, and you're wearing a copy o

ry she couldn't ignore. "The design copyright for that dress

ers. "I'll give you

he spun around, intending to flee ba

lmost imperceptib

n her. Two bodyguards flanked her, their lar

und. "Let go of me! You thugs!

was standing directly in front of her, looking

erous laugh. "He has bigger problem

h the most ornate diamond button at the bodic

t off yourself," I whis

sive fabric tearin

as a long gash appeared d

y men. "Get this infringing

ey began to roughly tear

akeup smearing. The mask of the perfect, gentle Luna was gone

oesn't matter! Conrad told me I look better in it than you ever did!

desperate barbs of a cornered wo

ght of touching you!" she s

and impassive, as her borrowed fine

exposed in her lingerie, when the scr

t door b

lma stood on

he saw it all: his beloved Jasmine, half-nak

ver her, a scrap of torn whi

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“On our sixth wedding anniversary, I sat at a cold dining table, waiting with a luxury watch I had spent months sourcing for my husband. But a vehicle tracker led me to an upscale restaurant, where he was throwing a lavish party for his "sick" assistant, Jasmine. What shattered me wasn't just the family heirloom he fastened around her neck. It was seeing our six-year-old daughter happily cutting the cake for her, forming a perfect family portrait. When they returned home, my daughter angrily accused me of ruining their night. Then, my assistant handed me a file revealing a sickening truth: Jasmine was infertile. The wealthy Harris family only married me so I could be a womb to breed a pure-blood heir. Conrad even bought Jasmine a replica of our mansion and let her wear a copy of my custom wedding dress. When I confronted them and tore the stolen gown off her, my own daughter violently shoved me into a sharp wooden banister. "You're a bad woman! Stop hurting Aunt Jasmine!" she shrieked. Writhing in agony, I watched my husband wrap his jacket around his weeping mistress, completely ignoring my injured back. He carried her away, while my daughter casually kicked the scattered diamonds from my ruined dress like dirt. Years ago, I nearly died taking a fatal blow for him, yet he gave Jasmine the credit and treated me like disposable trash. As I watched them walk away, my heart finally turned to ash. I slowly stood up, pulled out my phone, and called the world's top oncologist to cancel Jasmine's life-saving surgery. If they wanted her to live, it would cost them exactly fifty percent of their family empire.”