From Brokenness to Bliss: My Peaceful Choice

My husband, Don Lorenzo Bianchi, the man who once took ninety-nine lashes for me, had just locked me in a guest room. I was four months pregnant with our child, the heir to his mafia empire. My crime was throwing a glass of wine on his mistress, a woman he had moved into our home. She cornered me in the garden, gloating that once the baby was born, he would give it to her to raise as her own. Later, she shoved me down the grand staircase, then threw herself down after me, screaming to my husband that I had tried to kill her. As I lay in a pool of my own blood, Lorenzo rushed past me, scooping her into his arms and carrying her away without a single backward glance. To force me to apologize, he had my parents brought to my hospital room and brutally whipped until they collapsed at his feet. He was no longer the man who had 999 crystals sewn into my wedding dress. He was a monster who believed every lie she told and punished me for her crimes. How could the man who swore to love me forever become this cruel stranger? But he didn't know the truth. Days before the fall, I had secretly terminated the pregnancy. I took the urn containing our child's ashes, filed for divorce, and disappeared from his world forever.

I was the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, mated to Alpha Ethan for nine years. But when my inner wolf was severely damaged, he spent all his time with Tiffany, a new Omega assistant. On my birthday and our mating anniversary, he completely forgot the rare moonstone I desperately needed to heal my fractured soul. Instead, he bought VIP gladiator tickets for Tiffany. Worse, when I was pale and weak, he carelessly handed me a healing potion laced with silver—the one element that could burn a werewolf alive. When I pointed out the poison, he just shrugged impatiently and told me to throw it away and eat bread. Before I could even process the heartbreak, Tiffany called, faking a heat fever. Ethan immediately rushed out of the house to comfort her, leaving me alone. In just three months, he had abandoned me seventeen times for another woman's artificial scent. I didn't understand how the boy who once took a feral rogue's bite to save my life could now casually hand me death. Why did my nine years of devotion mean less than a fake Omega's tears? The last thread holding my soul to his simply vanished. I packed my bags, booked a one-way flight to Paris, and opened the ancient Mind-Link. "I, Mia, reject you, Ethan, as my mate."

I stood in the Alpha's bedroom, trembling as I touched the healer's note hidden in my sleeve. After three years of waiting, I was finally pregnant with my mate's pup. But when Lucius walked in, his eyes were as cold as river stones. He threw a parchment onto the table. "Sign it. The Eastern Estate and the gold are yours." It was a contract to break our mating bond. He was rejecting me to marry Rosalind, the so-called prophesied Luna. I was immediately cast out of the castle. The pack mocked me as a discarded stray, and Rosalind's followers even smashed my parents' graves with iron hammers. Hiding in a freezing safehouse, I held my flat belly in despair. I couldn't understand. Eight years ago, I saved him from a rain-slicked alley. He had cried into my neck, swearing to protect me for all his days. Why did he suddenly turn so cruel? Why did he publicly abandon me, yet secretly threaten his new Luna with a brutal death if she ever dared to harm me? Until I found a hidden ancient text and saw the terrifying truth: The Mate Blood Curse. If he completed our bond, I and our unborn child would die in a river of blood. He didn't betray me. He shattered my heart to save my life, and now he was marching into the rogue lands to sacrifice his own soul to break the curse forever. Wiping my tears, the dormant, ancient power in my veins suddenly snapped taut. I am the White Wolf, and I will take back my pack and wait for my Alpha to come home.

After my family went bankrupt, I entered the entertainment industry to support my sister's education. In order to make money, I endured the advances of older men and even drank until I had stomach bleeding. My usually calm sister criticized me for being too eager for success and not respecting myself, but she used my money to help others and gain a good reputation. In order to get her a famous teacher, I exposed the scandals of her competitors. She accused me of being ruthless and malicious, but she didn't refuse the opportunities I fought for her. Later, she became a famous painter while I suffered from the revenge of her competitors, ruined my reputation, and accumulated huge debts. I asked her to ask her wealthy boyfriend for help, but she said, "Sister, I told you before that we should be kind and not have malicious thoughts. Look, you are now facing retribution!" She refused to help me in order to make me realize my mistakes. I was forced to jump off a building. When I opened my eyes, I was back to the day I entered the entertainment industry.

On the morning of my wedding, I found a voice memo my fiancé of seven years had saved from his 22-year-old intern. But I still walked down the aisle, secretly pregnant with our child. Then, as we stood at the altar, she faked a faint. Blake dropped my hand and ran to her, leaving me alone. He called my heartbreak a "tantrum" while making his special tea-the one I taught him-for her in our apartment. He was certain our baby was his safety net, a guarantee I' d never leave. "She's not going to do anything," he told his mother on the phone while I was at the clinic. "Just let her blow off some steam." He thought my pain was a game and our baby was a bargaining chip. He was wrong. He found me in the recovery room, striding in with a cocky smile and a bouquet of lilies. The smile died when he saw me, pale in the hospital bed, and the flowers slipped from his grasp as he finally understood what I had done.

Taken in by the wealthy Haynes family, Elara was paraded at their gala as the grateful, clueless charity case from the countryside. But the "welcoming" party was a trap. Her new cousin violently shoved her toward a priceless antique vase, and the entire family immediately scapegoated Elara to save face. The patriarch ordered her to swallow the insult and apologize to her abuser. Her "perfect" sister cried fake tears, masterfully painting Elara as a jealous, clumsy savage to the elite guests. Behind closed doors, the sickening truth was finally revealed. The Haynes family knew Elara was the missing Sinclair heiress all along. They deliberately hid her identity, dressing her in cheap, ill-fitting clothes to keep her ignorant. Their grand plan was to use her as a disposable bargaining chip to secure a partnership with the untouchable Sterling family. They expected her to be a docile puppet, completely at their mercy in this snake pit of a mansion, trading her future for their greed. What they didn't know was that Damien Sterling himself had already stepped out of the shadows to shield her tonight. And as Elara quietly locked her phone, confirming her secret full-ride scholarship to Yale, her eyes grew cold. She wasn't going to be anyone's pawn.