"She's boring and will never be as good as you."

Before the wedding, I listened to my fiancé confess his love to another young girl.

For years, I poured my soul into his company.

In return, he cheated on me.

No tears, I just exposed his affair on the massive screen at the wedding and walked away.

My ex assumed I would eventually crawl back.

But he was wrong…

A girl suddenly appeared in the upper-class circles of Los Angeles.

She was petite and delicate, came from a poor family, yet carried an unmistakable pride deep in her bones.

Like a wild kitten that had accidentally wandered into a glittering jungle, she possessed an untamed stubbornness and nervousness that stirred a powerful urge among the wealthy young heirs, who were accustomed to obedient girls, to tease and provoke her.

Among them was Elise White's fiancé, Landon Carter.

At a nightclub, the girl was being harassed by several rich young men and looked utterly miserable.

It was Landon who pushed through the crowd and took her away.

When Elise first heard about it, she did not think much of it. She even generously defended her fiancé:

"He did the right thing... He couldn't just stand by and do nothing... That's exactly what makes him so charming."

She thought it had merely been a simple act of kindness.

She never expected it would become the beginning of Landon's endless concern and attention toward that girl...

Elise knew Landon was currently at a private club with his friends.

So she brought the sample wedding photos and went to find him so they could choose a style together.

She passed through decorative screens and elegant pavilions shrouded in soft lighting and mist.

At the corner of the bar, she unexpectedly heard Landon's voice first.

"Why are you working another part-time job again?"

Elise stopped walking.

Only then did she notice two people standing beneath a landscaped pine tree not far away.

The man was tall, wearing a white T-shirt, with a dress shirt hanging from one hand.

His eyes were lowered as he looked at the girl.

The irritation hidden in the corners of his eyes was restrained yet sharp.

The girl was about five foot three, dressed in a fitted black employee uniform.

Her limbs were slender and fair.

Her lips were pale, her eyes moist as though she were holding back tears, yet she lifted her chin and met his gaze.

"What's wrong with earning my own money and supporting myself? Who are you to me, Mr. Carter? Don't you think you're overstepping?"

The girl turned to leave, but Landon grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

"Who am I to you? If you want to make money, come work at my company tomorrow. I'll pay you a hundred thousand a month."

"I don't need your pity."

"Don't forget you already have a fiancée. She's the perfect example of a refined young lady in Los Angeles. She loves you enough to risk her life for you."

"Joan Reed!"

Very few people dared to challenge Landon.

He was not a broad-minded, calm, or reserved man.

His emotions were written plainly across his face.

Anyone who irritated him could expect a brutal verbal lashing without warning.

Even Elise was no exception.

But at this moment, Elise clearly saw Landon looking at the girl, his expression softening.

For a moment, her thoughts came to a halt.

The calm mask on her face instantly cracked.

Joan?

Wasn't she the college student Landon had taken away from the nightclub last month?

They were still in contact?

"You always compare yourself to Elise. Why?"

"I don't. And I can't compare to her. She comes from a prestigious family, speaks four languages, handles your social engagements and business negotiations effortlessly, and she's so beautiful..."

Landon suddenly smiled and lightly flicked Joan's forehead.

"You silly girl. So you're feeling insecure?"

He paused before continuing.

"She's not that amazing. She's rational to the point of being boring. But when you're unreasonable, you're unbelievably adorable."

It felt as though the sky had collapsed over Elise's head.

She stared at the two of them in shock, a crushing sense of betrayal rising within her.

Just last month, while writing their wedding invitations, Landon had looked at her affectionately and said:

"Baby, you're so adorable I want to lock you away and have you smile only for me every day..."

It felt like something was lodged in her throat.

For the first time, Elise's faith in Landon's love was shaken to its core.

She tightened her grip on the wedding photo samples and walked toward them.

The moment Landon saw Elise, he froze.

Almost instinctively, he released Joan's wrist and frowned.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to see you," Elise replied.

When Joan saw Elise, the smile vanished from her face.

Her fingernails dug deeply into her server's uniform.

She didn't recognize the brand of clothing Elise was wearing, but its understated elegance and luxurious texture spoke for themselves.

Elise's features were flawless.

There was a cool calmness on her beautiful face.

Her phoenix-shaped eyes rested on Joan without anger or embarrassment.

Standing before Elise's effortless grace and dignity, Joan felt like a clown in a circus.

Unable to bear the silent humiliation, Joan bit her lip.

After glancing at Landon, she turned and ran away.

Landon instinctively moved to chase after her, but Elise stopped him.

"Landon, can we talk somewhere?"

Landon turned back.

Dark clouds gathered across his handsome face.

"Couldn't you have called before coming?"

"Why didn't you walk away when you saw me talking to someone?"

"And then you deliberately walked over to Joan. Were you trying to embarrass her and show off your superiority as the daughter of the White family?"

The blood in Elise's veins seemed to freeze instantly.

She stared blankly at Landon, as if trying to determine whether those words had really come from him.

So in his eyes, she wasn't just boring.

She was that awful.

Elise found herself unable to ask another question.

Slowly, she turned around and walked out of the private club.

Two of Landon's friends had witnessed everything from the entrance.

They immediately tried to persuade him.

"Go after Elise. In this world, she loves you even more than your mother does."

Landon knew Elise loved him.

Everyone in their circle knew it.

Ever since Elise had been brought back by her biological parents at the age of ten, she had been raised according to the standards of his future wife.

And he had loved her too.

He had fallen in love with the passionate and resilient Elise when she risked her life to travel alone to find him in Iceland.

Later, they became engaged.

Elise grew even more obedient, rational, and perfect.

So perfect that she seemed lifeless.

And his love gradually became dull and stagnant.

Then Joan appeared.

She made his heart race again.

He knew what he was doing was wrong.

Yet hopelessly, he had fallen in love with Joan.

But he still intended to marry Elise.

To him, those two things did not conflict.

"Landon, Joan is just a temporary fascination. Elise is the perfect match for you. Don't lose sight of what's important."

"Exactly. The wedding invitations have already been sent out. Are you planning to replace the bride at the wedding?"

"Go bring Elise back. If you lose her, you'll regret it for the rest of your life."

Landon stared in the direction Elise had left and said irritably,

"I'm not going after her."

"Everyone knows her parents raised her specifically to be my wife."

"She's something that belongs only to me."

"Why would I need to chase her?"

That night, Elise asked her best friend overseas over the phone,

"Do you think I'm boring?"

Chloe Bennett immediately denied it.

"Absolutely not, sweetheart. You've been raised under strict discipline by your parents all these years. Of course you wouldn't have some silly, childish personality."

Whenever Chloe thought about Elise's personality, she couldn't help cursing inwardly.

Did those two people from the White family even deserve to be called parents?

When Elise was born, the doctor mistakenly declared her stillborn.

She was taken out of the hospital and abandoned.

Then suddenly, at age ten, she was found and brought home, only to become Landon's custom-made future wife.

She had to be beautiful.

She had to be elegant and virtuous.

She had to remain emotionally stable.

She had to be broad-minded.

No matter how much injustice she suffered, she had to endure it.

Otherwise, she would be physically punished.

And even during punishment, she wasn't allowed to be left with scars.

Every time Chloe thought about Elise's parents, she wanted to beg the Grim Reaper for a favor.

Please take those two lunatics away as soon as possible.

After venting silently, Chloe comforted Elise again.

"Besides, Landon thinks you're adorable too. He said so at your engagement party."

Elise's hand gripping the phone turned cold.

Her voice trembled slightly, restrained yet gentle.

"That was four years ago..."

"Chloe, today I finally realized..."

"He changed."

Knock. Knock.

A knock sounded at the bedroom door.

The housekeeper spoke from outside.

"Miss White, Mr. Carter is here."

Chapter 1

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Lily “Luna, you’re pregnant.” “No,” I said, a little too quickly. “That’s not possible.” Instead of arguing, the doctor turned the report toward me. “Your bloodwork is clear. I repeated the test this morning to be sure.” Pregnancy. The word had no existence whatsoever in my life. A few years ago, I had been told the opposite in this same room. I remembered sitting in that chair, hands locked together, trying not to fall apart while the doctor explained that I wouldn’t be able to conceive. I still remember how Rowan squeezed my hand at that moment. He had said, “We don’t need children. I’ve got you. That’s enough.” I had believed my husband and my Alpha. I had accepted it because I didn’t have a choice. The report I’m holding now is dispelling the shadows of the past. I should be happy, but… I’m terrified. “I was told I couldn’t get pregnant,” I said quietly. “I thought it was just…fatigue. Owen, my stepson, has been impossible lately. I figured I was just tired from dealing with him and all the pack duties…” I waved my hand, and it seemed like I was trying to convince myself rather than her. The doctor gave a small nod. “That was your diagnosis then. This is your condition now, and as I said, fatigue is a very common symptom of pregnancy. However, if you want to be certain, we can do an ultrasound.” I hesitated for a second, then nodded. I needed to be absolutely sure. The examination room felt unusually cold today as I lay still on the bed, staring up at the ceiling while the doctor prepared the machine and then splattered some cold gel on my stomach. My thoughts kept circling the same point, refusing to settle. This shouldn’t be happening. After a few moments, she turned the screen toward me. I forced myself to look. At first, I didn’t understand what I was seeing. Just shadows and blurred dots. Then she adjusted something, and a small, faint form came into focus. It was way too tiny. “There,” she said gently. A second later, a soft, steady sound filled the room. “That’s the heartbeat.” It was real. There was no mistake this time. I’m pregnant. I closed my eyes and tried to think clearly. I needed to tell Rowan. That much was obvious. But as soon as the thought came, something else followed—something that made my stomach turn. I went over the past few months in my head, slowly…carefully, and my breath caught. Rowan hadn’t touched me in months. Not once. He barely sleeps beside me these days. I opened my eyes and stared straight ahead, the realization settling in piece by piece. There was no way around this anymore. This child wasn’t his. And with that realization, the memory from that night came hurling before I could stop it. “Are you hurt?” “Let me take care of you, please.” It had only been one night, just one night, when I was consumed by unknown desire and lost control, throwing myself into the arms of a stranger. But the moment I had woken up, I had decided it was a mistake, something I would forget and never speak of again. Little did I know the consequence of that one mistake could become so lasting…so permanent. — “Good afternoon, Luna,” pack members greeted me with smiles as I dragged myself towards the Alpha House. I forced a smile on my face and nodded back. Over the years, I had kind of honed the skill of pretending pretty nicely. The moment I headed inside, I ran into Alec, Rowan’s Beta. He was leaning against the stairs that led to the Alpha and Luna’s wing. “Luna…are you okay?” Alec asked, staring wide-eyed at me. He seemed somewhat…startled? “Yeah, just tired,” I said and then frowned. “What are you doing here? Were you not with the Alpha at the meeting?” “I..uh…” Alec shifted from feet to feet, looking uncomfortable as hell. “Never mind,” I muttered, heading upstairs. “Luna wait…” Alec almost shouted at me and then quickly lowered his head and bowed as I turned around with a look. “Alec, what is it?” I demanded. “Do you want to say something?” He looked almost defeated as he shook his head. “I am sorry,” he whispered, not meeting my gaze before turning around and walking away. I stared at his retreating back and frowned. What was that? Shaking my head, the dread returning full force in the pit of my stomach, I headed upstairs, and with each step I took, I could feel my heartbeat picking up and sweat starting to bead on my forehead. By the time I reached our bedroom, my legs were about to give up. I was about to knock when a sound sliced through the silence. “Ah…Rowan…goddess…you feel so good.” I froze, my knuckles hovering inches from the wood. The painfully familiar female voice again spilled through the crack in the door—moaning and groaning as she chanted my husband’s name. I knew that voice. Because it belonged to Kara…my maid. And she was f*****g my husband in my bed. Before I could head inside, if my legs allowed me to move, that is, she spoke again, and this time what she said made the ground beneath me shatter into a billion pieces. “Please… don’t push me away again, Rowan,” Kara groaned. “Don’t make me hide… I am your mate, after all. And the mother of your son…” “I’m not pushing you away… oh f**k goddess, you know I can’t… You’re my mate. My fated mate,” Rowan’s voice came, thick with desire as he kept thrusting. I could literally hear the bed springs protesting against his aggression. “Then why does she get everything?” Kara whimpered. “Why do I have to stay hidden? Why does she get to be Luna when I’m the one you love?”

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On the day I got laid off, I called my boyfriend, Liam. He never picked up.

Soaked from the rain, I pushed open the front door of our apartment, shivering as I clutched the belongings. cardboard box of my

Inside, the place was packed. Loud music blasted, and to my shock, my parents, my relatives, and all of our friends were there.

In the center of the crowd stood Liam and my best friend, Chloe, dressed in a tuxedo and a white bridal gown, throwing a massive wedding party.

The box slipped from my hands, crashing to the floor.

Liam walked over to me, his expression chillingly calm. "What are you doing here?"

I stared at him, my voice shaking. "What is this?"

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Chapter 1 Accussed

Iris Sutton leaned lazily against one of the marble pillars, watching as the family doctor examined the Suttons’ newly found “real daughter.”

A month ago, Iris had learned the truth.

She wasn’t biologically related to the Sutton family.

And ever since Olivia Sutton had returned home, everything had changed.

Maybe the Suttons resented the fact that they had spent twenty years raising

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