interstellar

Divorcing My Arrogant And Controlling Alpha

Zhen Xiang

"She is exhausted from taking care of a sick child! What's the big deal if she wears a piece of your clothing?! When did you become such a vicious shrew?!" My Alpha mate protectively cradled his weeping mistress in his arms, unleashing his crushing aura to force me to my knees to apologize to her. And all of this was simply because I slapped the woman who had hijacked my bridal suite and put on my clothes. But that bridal suite was painstakingly decorated by me, and that piece of clothing was the sexy lingerie he gifted me for our one-year anniversary! When I refused to yield, he ordered his guards to drag me into the freezing psychiatric isolation ward. "Lock her up for five days! Let her starve in the dark until she crawls out begging for forgiveness!" He didn't know that in my past life, I died in that exact cell. I was forcefully injected with hallucinogens and chained to a bed. When a roaring fire engulfed the building, he kicked open the door, ignored my desperate screams, and scooped up his fake-crying mistress before rushing out. I was left to burn alive, smelling my own roasting flesh. Reborn on the exact day I was locked away, I didn't struggle. Five days later, he and his mistress stood outside the door, waiting for me to grovel. Instead, I smashed a flawless mental health evaluation and a signed "Mate Rejection Form" right into his hypocritical face! "Keep the house, and keep the trash." I coldly watched him drop to his knees, gasping in agony as our soul bond violently severed, and then tossed three thousand dollars at his feet. "That's for the lingerie. Consider it charity." He scoffed, certain that an abandoned she-wolf would eventually starve on the streets. He had no idea that I already held the deadly secrets of his corrupt officials and used them to extort my first pot of gold. Next, I will build my own business empire, monopolize the pack's supply chain, and buy the absolute loyalty of his entire army. When his proud Alpha throne is completely hollowed out by me, I can't wait to see how he protects his precious little parasite!

Werewolf Suspense Divorce Rebirth/Reborn Alpha Second Chance Personal Growth Dark Romance Omegaverse

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The wrought-iron gates of the Knight Estate swung open, and a scarlet Audi R8, limited edition, swept smoothly along the gravelled drive.

Christian Knight stepped out, immaculate in a tailored charcoal-grey suit.

He shut the car door with controlled force and adjusted his cufflinks, though the tightness in his jaw betrayed his agitation.

Without acknowledging the staff, he strode across the courtyard, past the tiered marble fountain, and towards the grand Italianate façade of the house.

The house steward opened the heavy mahogany door at once.

“Good afternoon, sir.”

“Where is my grandfather?” Christian asked curtly.

“In the drawing room, sir. With Mr. Luke.”

Christian gave a brief nod and proceeded down the corridor.

In the drawing room, Leonard Knight sat opposite his son, Luke, both men sipping espresso and discussing forthcoming acquisitions. The air was calm—almost deliberately so.

Christian entered without ceremony.

“Grandpa, may I ask why I have just learned of an engagement I never agreed to?”

Luke’s head lifted sharply. Leonard, however, merely placed his cup upon its saucer.

“I assumed you would appreciate decisiveness,” he replied mildly.

“Decisiveness?” Christian let out a humourless laugh. “You have arranged my marriage without so much as consulting me.”

His gaze flickered towards his father.

“Surely this concerns my life as much as the company’s.”

Luke shifted uncomfortably but remained silent.

Leonard regarded his grandson steadily.

“If you intend to take the position of CEO of Knight Group, you will marry the young lady I have selected. If you do not, the position shall pass to Jake. He has expressed both readiness and enthusiasm.”

Christian’s composure fractured.

“I have devoted years to getting that role,” he said tightly. “You cannot attach marriage as a condition of employment.”

“I can,” Leonard replied evenly. “And I have.”

Christian exhaled sharply. “I am already in a relationship. You met Lia yourself.”

“I did,” Leonard said. “And I was not impressed.”

A brief silence settled over the room.

“The woman I have chosen for you,” Leo continued, “is accomplished, well-educated, and from a respectable family. She possesses qualities that endure beyond charm and flattery.”

Christian’s voice hardened. “And if I refuse?”

Leonard folded his hands. “Then you forfeit the company, the estate, and any claim to the Knight legacy. You will have two hours to gather your personal belongings. Nothing more.”

Luke rose from his seat. “Father—”

“The decision is made,” Leonard said calmly.

Christian stared at his grandfather, disbelief giving way to wounded pride.

“So that is it? Years of hard work reduced to a transaction.”

“No,” Leonard corrected. “Years of preparation culminating in responsibility.”

Christian straightened.

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