Celine has had bad luck in relationships, so her sister steps in to deal with the jerk.
Celine has had bad luck in relationships, so her sister steps in to deal with the jerk.
It was the weekend when I got a call from my elder sister, Celine Payne. She told me that her husband, Roderick Payne, had quit his job.
I was shocked. My brother-in-law had been working as a sales manager at a publicly traded company, climbing the ranks for years. His salary was impressive, and he was set to be promoted to director this year. Why would he resign so suddenly?
My sister explained it was all because of "The Wolf." "The Wolf," whose real name was Andres Woolf, held the same position as Roderick, managing another regional sales team. For years, the two had been fierce rivals, constantly competing against each other. Andres was known for his commanding presence-intimidating without saying a word. People said that interacting with him could make you break out in a cold sweat, which was how he earned the nickname "The Wolf."
The promotion to director was a two-man race between "The Wolf" and Roderick. Their battle had reached a fever pitch recently, and now that Roderick had left, I didn't need my sister to spell it out. It was obvious: her husband had lost, and "The Wolf" had taken the crown.
After comforting my sister, I made a quick decision: I'd join Helion Enterprises tomorrow.
I had just finished my master's degree abroad, graduating with honors. I'd received offers from two industry giants, one of which was Helion Enterprises-the same company where Roderick had worked. Before the call, I'd been torn about which offer to accept. But now the choice was clear. I was going to Helion Enterprises, if only to see what this Mr. Woolf was made of-the man who'd managed to edge out my sharp, capable brother-in-law.
On my first day at work, I met Charlee Murray from the sales department.
Charlee was stunning, with her slim figure, almond-shaped face, and big, expressive eyes. She was not only beautiful but also warm and approachable, showing none of the arrogance one might expect.
When she found out I hadn't had breakfast, she took me to the conference room and generously offered me half of her takeout.
I felt a bit embarrassed, but Charlee pressed the sandwich into my hand. "Don't be shy! The moment I saw you, I just knew we'd get along."
After breakfast, she enthusiastically showed me around the office. As we passed a certain room, I noticed a small brass plaque on the door that read, "Sales Director." The door wasn't fully closed, and I could see a man inside talking on the phone. From where I stood, I could only see his back.
Before I could get a better look, Charlee pulled me away. After a tour of the office, we looped back around, and this time, the door to the Sales Director's office opened. A tall man stepped out.
Charlee hurried forward to introduce us. "Good morning, Mr. Woolf. This is Maggie Walsh, our new hire in the Marketing Department. Maggie, this is Mr. Woolf from Sales."
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Woolf," I said politely, though inwardly I was gritting my teeth.
So, this was Mr. Woolf-the infamous "Wolf." What a coincidence. Fate sure liked to mess with me.
I looked up, intending to size him up, but I froze in place.
This man was... stunning. He looked far younger than I'd expected-probably not even thirty. He wore a blue shirt and beige trousers that highlighted his perfectly toned physique. He clearly worked out regularly, and the way he carried himself was effortlessly elegant. Just standing there, he looked like he belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine.
Hearing my greeting, he glanced at me. His eyes were amber, cool and aloof. His expression was as icy as his demeanor, and the phrase "ice-cold charmer" immediately popped into my head. After a quick, indifferent glance, he said flatly, "Welcome aboard."
The words were polite, but his tone and demeanor were so frosty that I couldn't feel even a shred of warmth.
Wasn't a Sales Director supposed to be charismatic and approachable, someone who could win people over effortlessly? How did someone this cold manage to climb the ranks in sales? I couldn't wrap my head around it.
As he walked away, I finally snapped out of it and muttered, "Mr. Woolf is so distant. What a mystery."
"No, Alpha, please stop. You won't fit," Selena gasped, her eyes wide with fear as she stared at Alpha Zander's enormous member. "I don't have that much patience. Be a good Luna and give me an heir," Zander growled, his eyes dark with menacing intensity. He gripped her thighs-rough and hard-spreading her legs wide. With a single, forceful thrust, he breached her innocent barrier and slid deep into her slick heat. * They say marrying the Alpha King is a death sentence. They were right. No she-wolf in her right mind would volunteer to be his bride. Rumor has it, none of his brides lived long enough to even try. They say he's cursed. They say he's impotent. A monster who kills to keep his secret buried. But refusing him means your entire pack dies with you. So when the alliance reached Selena's pack, her father didn't hesitate. She was the useless daughter-the wolf-less one. The perfect offering to a king who only wanted a womb and silence. But Selena soon uncovers secrets far more terrifying than she ever could have imagined. And when the truth threatens everything, there's only one thing left to do: run. But can you ever run from the Alpha King? Especially when he's willing to cross hell and burn the world down just to claim what's his.
After seven years in a dungeon for a crime I didn't commit, my fated mate, the Alpha who let them drag me away, finally opened my cell door. He announced I would take my place as his Luna, not out of love, but because the law demanded it. But the moment a frantic mind-link came through that his precious Seraphina-my adopted sister, the one who framed me-was having trouble breathing, he abandoned me without a second glance. That night, huddled in a dusty shack, I overheard my own parents' secret conversation. They were planning to have me exiled. Permanently. My return had upset Seraphina, and her "weak heart" couldn't take the shock. I lay there in the darkness, feeling nothing. Not surprise. Not even pain. Just a profound, empty coldness. They were casting me out. Again. But as they plotted my exile, a secret message arrived for me-an offer of escape. A new life in a sanctuary far to the north, where I could leave the Blackmoon Pack behind forever. They thought they were getting rid of me. Little did they know, I was already gone.
Cornered, Melinda cut a desperate deal with the man she most hated-Declan, the ex‑husband who bankrupted her family for another woman's revenge. Days were spent enduring that woman's petty cruelties; nights found her submitting to Declan's cold desire while she hunted the truth. He later watched, unmoved, as his beloved pushed Melinda from a rooftop. Years on, she returned a self‑made billionaire, child in arms, and crushed his fortune. Choked with emotion, he begged, "I was wrong-remarry me." Looping her arm through his rival's, she answered, "Never." Declan looked at the miniature version of himself in her arms and shattered.
Years ago, Cathy's husband threw himself into danger to save her. Then fate cut the cord-after the accident, he remembered everyone but the woman he'd once died for. On their third anniversary, he betrayed her, and that night she signed the divorce. Freed, she dusted off her hidden brilliance: miracle healer, racing legend, elite hacker, visionary designer. When his memories roared back, regret did, too. He stormed her wedding, pleading, "Cathy, please, one more chance!" But a certain trillionaire held her close and huffed, "Honey, someone's asking for trouble."
"God, please, Rafael," pulling my undies away, I begged. ''Not Rafael, I'm Alpha, to you... It's only when I'm making that pussy of yours feel good that you can call me God," his voice was like a whisper, sending cold shivers down my spine. That Alpha is synonymous with danger, the controller of hell. He makes me feel pleasure, and at the same time, endless despair. During these years, I have been with my fortitude, but like my shadow, he always seduces me in the darkness. His hair and eyes were my handcuffs, shackles. No matter how far I ran, it was difficult for me to escape the ending of being pulled back. - Lila didn't expect her life to change so dramatically just days after arriving at the pack. She certainly didn't anticipate being married to the Alpha almost instantly. All she wanted was to return and find a mate, but circumstances changed, and now she has to pay for a sin she didn't commit.
Sold off for billions, Emilee was forced to wed Eric, a comatose tycoon, becoming the city's punch-line. While bolting from the sham, she caught her sleazy boyfriend tangled with her adoptive sister. Fury blazing, she slipped into the silk gown anyway, vowing to marry money and avenge herself. Following the wedding, gossip soared: the "useless bride" strode onstage to claim the global medical prize her impostor sister had stolen, then got back at her parents for all the wrongs they had done to her. When Eric awoke, he didn't discard her-he adored her, unveiling the dazzling secrets she'd kept hidden.
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