Rejected By My Mate, Claimed By The Ghost Alpha

I spent fifty million dollars and hid my true identity as the White Wolf heiress to buy my mate, Felix, a seat on the Werewolf Council. But right before our mating ceremony, he dumped me. He pinched his nose in disgust, claiming I reeked of human money and was too low-level for a rising Council Beta. He openly chased after the rumored White Wolf heiress, completely unaware that he was talking about me. He even smashed my late mother's sacred moonstone relic to pieces, declaring he would use it to court the heiress. "I can offer you a position as a bottom-tier Omega maid in my new household. That's the best you'll ever get," he sneered. I looked at the broken shards of my mother's relic and the pathetic, ungrateful street dog I had pulled from the gutter. He had forgotten who fed him her own ancient blood to keep him alive when his impure bones were tearing themselves apart. He wanted to abandon the woman who gave him everything to chase a rumor of myself. He wanted the legendary White Wolf? Fine. I withdrew every single dollar, stripped his packhouse bare, and prepared to attend the grand Council banquet in my pure white silk gown. Tonight, I was going to let him meet the heiress he so desperately desired, and take back every single thing I ever gave him.

My fiancée sacrificed five years of her life to save my family, falling into a deep coma. But when she finally woke up, I didn't greet her with love. I greeted her with pure hatred. Convinced by my mistress, Hailie, that Ericka was a traitor faking her illness for sympathy, I became her tormentor. When she told me she had stage four cancer, I laughed and accused her of manipulation. I locked her in a freezing safe house. I forced her into a sauna until her skin blistered, then doused her failing lungs with ice water. I dragged her out of the hospital to kneel in the rain until she collapsed. Even when she fell from a balcony, broken and bleeding, I let my men beat her. I watched her waste away, believing every one of Hailie's lies over Ericka's desperate truths. It wasn't until I saw her cold, blue body on the rocks below the cliffs that the truth finally shattered me. The autopsy confirmed the cancer I mocked was real. A hidden recording revealed Hailie had framed her all along, admitting she treated me like a dog on a leash. I realized I had tortured the woman who saved my life until she bought her own grave just to escape me. I burned Hailie alive at Ericka's funeral, but death was too easy a punishment. I lived in agony, a scarred monster praying for the end. But when I finally closed my eyes in the fire, I didn't die. I heard a beep. I opened my eyes, and the date on my phone was three years ago. The day Ericka woke up.

Eleanora was pinned inside her crushed car, her blood mixing with the freezing rain. The footsteps approaching the wreckage didn't belong to paramedics, but to her trusted older sister, Destiny, and the man she loved, Justen. "I cut the brake lines myself, Ella," Destiny smiled, her voice barely a whisper over the storm. Destiny mocked Eleanora for being a naive ATM, revealing they had forged the financial reports to steal her inheritance. Then, she whispered one final, sickening secret. Heinrich Mcdowell, the cold fiancé Eleanora hated and ran away from, was dead. He had just burned to ashes in a warehouse fire, sacrificing his life to save a girl who didn't even want him. The crushing weight of guilt and betrayal hit Eleanora harder than the crash. She had fought her own family to give Destiny everything, while the man she treated like garbage had died for her. As Destiny casually tossed a lighter into the leaking gasoline, the flames instantly swallowed the cabin. In the fraction of a second before the fire consumed her entirely, Eleanora carved a vow into her soul: she would tear them apart piece by piece. "Beep. Beep. Beep." Eleanora's eyes snapped open to the sterile white ceiling of a VIP hospital ward. It was October 2018. She had returned to five years ago. This was the exact day she swallowed sleeping pills to force her parents to cancel her prenuptial agreement with Heinrich. This time, Eleanora ripped the IV from her hand and ran barefoot into the cold night. She was going to get her fiancé back.

Aria woke up in a hospital bed with a slashed wrist, only to realize she had transmigrated into the body of a woman who had just been driven to suicide. Before she could even process the memories of a hollow, cruel three-year marriage, her wealthy husband, Grant Hayes, threw a divorce agreement onto her silk duvet. He looked at her bloody bandage with undisguised disgust, mocking her desperate act as a pathetic stunt to keep him. "Isabelle is back. You know what that means." He sneered, offering her the house and five million dollars in charity, fully expecting the shattered heartbreak and desperate pleas he was used to. He had no idea the original Aria had already died in despair, abandoned by a father who used her as a sacrificial pawn for a business alliance, and humiliated by an illegitimate half-sister who paraded around in luxury. Looking at the arrogant man who thought he could discard her like trash, Aria felt no sorrow, only a distant, clinical amusement at how ridiculously blind they all were. Why should she shed a single tear for a cage that had finally been unlocked? She calmly asked for a pen, signed the papers without a second thought, and walked out without a single penny of his dirty money. Logging into a secret SSS-tier Swiss bank account left behind by her estranged genius mother, Aria prepared to show her ex-husband and her toxic family what true power actually looked like.

My bankrupt family sold me to the ruthless billionaire Julian Beaumont IV to pay off our debts. To survive in his sprawling estate, I was bound to a bizarre app that froze all my assets and controlled my life. But on my very first day, Julian proved he was a monster. He unleashed his vicious Doberman on me, mocked my worth, and locked me in a guest room with absolutely nothing. The system penalized me with agonizing, physical starvation if I consumed any of his resources without permission. He blacklisted me from every job in the city to cut off my escape. Later, in a drug-fueled rage, he stormed into my room and pinned me against the wall by my throat, leaving a horrifying purple handprint on my skin. I was suffocating under his absolute control. I didn't understand why I had to endure this sadistic torture, or why this tyrant sometimes seemed to have no memory of the cruel things he did. Until a thunderstorm hit, and I found him cowering on the library floor, weeping in absolute terror at the sight of my bruised neck. "Who did that to you?" Looking at his tear-filled, innocent eyes, I finally realized the truth: the cruel billionaire had a fractured mind. And his hidden alter-ego was hopelessly obsessed with me. I smiled and pulled him into an embrace. It was time to turn his madness into my weapon.

My adoptive sister drugged me and sent me to a hotel for a fake audition, where a powerful stranger assaulted me in the pitch-black suite. When I escaped home, my fiancé, Ethan, and my entire family ambushed me. They threw staged photos in my face, accusing me of selling my body to a sleazy director. They called me a whore, stripped me of my trust fund, and threw me onto the street. But Ethan refused to let me go. He had me blacklisted from every job and even froze my only friend's bank accounts, trying to break me completely. Forced into a corner, I had no choice but to attend a high-society party as his date, where he and my sister made sure everyone in New York saw me as worthless trash. I couldn't understand the depths of their cruelty. Why would the very family who took me from an orphanage orchestrate such an elaborate plot to ruin me? But during a sudden blackout at the party, I ran straight into the arms of my attacker. When the lights came back on, I finally saw his face. He wasn't a director—he was Abraham Bush, the most ruthless billionaire in the country. And just as my ex-fiancé is about to strike me after discovering I'm pregnant, Abraham's men have surrounded the house.