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💎 The Alpha's Discarded Luna

🔥Intro 🔥

I was three months pregnant when the car hit me.

Lying there, barely hanging on, I called my husband-Alpha Ethan-over and over. No answer. When I finally woke up from the pain, I saw a post from his first love, Ivy. "Thank you, Alpha, for knowing how scared I am of the dark and staying with me all night. He even cleared his whole schedule today to take me to the auction, just to give me the best gift in the world. I'm so happy!"

Right then, it hit me. While I was fighting to protect our child, he was with another she-wolf. I calmly liked her post and put my phone away.

Since he chose his first love, I chose to let go.

Seven days from now, I'd leave his world for good-with our child.

📕👀 CHAPTER 1

Lianne's POV:

Three months into my pregnancy, I, Lianne Riley, was caught in a car accident.

Half-conscious and shaking, I kept calling my husband, Alpha Ethan Voss, but he never answered.

When the pain finally eased enough for me to stay awake, I opened my phone and saw a post from his first love, Ivy Brooks.

"I have to thank Ethan for staying with me all night because he knows I'm afraid of the dark. He even canceled all his meetings today to take me to an auction and bought me the most beautiful gift in the world. I'm so happy!"

That was the moment I understood everything. When I was seriously injured while protecting my child, he chose to stay beside another she-wolf.

Without a word, I liked the post and closed the app.

If he wanted his first love back, then he could have her.

Seven days from now, I would disappear from his life forever-with our child.
..

Clutching the freshly printed Rejection, I dragged my injured body back home.

I shoved open the heavy oak door. The living room sat in darkness, with only the faint glow from the wall lamps cutting through the shadows.

In the faint light, a tall figure sat on the couch, his presence heavy and suffocating. The pressure rolling off him belonged only to a top-tier Alpha.

He was none other than my mate, Ethan.

"So you still remember this is your home?" His voice cut through the silence like frost.

Before I could answer, he rose from the couch and crossed the room in a few long strides.

His hand clamped around my wrist with brutal force, pain shooting through my arm as though he meant to snap the bones.

"Lianne, what was the point of that like on Ivy's post?" he snapped, glaring down at me with open contempt. "She only just came back, and her condition isn't stable yet. She can't deal with stress right now. Were you trying to remind her that you're my Luna?"

I lifted my eyes to him, my blurred vision making his face hard to see clearly.

Three years ago, Ethan had been poisoned with silver. The toxin ruined his legs.

After Ivy dumped him and ran overseas, he spiraled completely, numbing himself with alcohol day after day.

The Elders of the Thorn Pack arranged our bond.

For the last three years, I'd stayed by his side as his mate, calming the rage and pain eating away at him. At the same time, I'd given him my blood again and again, using my healing ability to help repair his body until he could finally stand on his own once more.

But now, there wasn't even a trace of warmth left in him. His breath brushed lightly against my neck while his voice stayed cold. "I already told you before-stop letting your jealousy control you. Can't you act reasonable for once?"

Reasonable.

The word hit harder than a slap against my already numb heart.

He didn't know that not long ago, I'd been trapped in a wrecked car after the crash.

Pinned inside the overturned vehicle with blood running down my face, I'd called him again and again, hoping he would come to save me and our unborn baby.

But before I could explain anything, all he said was, "Ivy's not feeling well right now. I can't leave her side. Whatever it is, deal with it yourself."

Then he ended the call.

I forced myself out of the crushed driver's seat with the last bit of strength I had left. After that, I walked three miles through heavy rain before a passing car finally stopped for me.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, lowering my gaze so he wouldn't see the sadness in my eyes. "It won't happen again."

Ethan looked caught off guard by how quickly I apologized. He fell silent for a moment, the anger in his eyes easing slightly, though suspicion soon took its place.

Letting go of my wrist, he looked me over slowly, from my tangled hair to my pale face.

"The staff said you were out all day, and you weren't answering your phone." He frowned. "And those calls you kept making... were you throwing a fit because of Ivy?"

"No." I took a slow breath, forcing down the turmoil churning inside me. "There was an issue with the pack's supply deliveries, so I went to deal with it. I must've lost my phone during the mess."

I pulled out a stack of documents and handed them to him. "These are the financial reports for this quarter, along with a few documents that need your signature. The admin office needs them by tomorrow morning."

Ethan took the papers from me and casually tossed them onto the coffee table without even checking them.

He trusted me completely. For the past three years, I'd been the perfect Luna in his eyes, handling every responsibility without fault.

I took care of the endless pack matters for him. Whenever the silver poison pushed him into violent, uncontrollable episodes, I stayed beside him and used our mate bond to calm the beast inside him.

Ethan sat back down, picked up a pen, and signed the documents one after another with quick, practiced strokes.

He didn't realize the Rejection was hidden beneath the stack of documents.

Once he signed it, the Rejection would take effect in seven days.

After that, the bond forcing us together would break completely. He would finally be free. And I would disappear from his life forever.

"It's done." He slid the papers back toward me, his fingers brushing lightly against the back of my hand by accident.

I pulled my hand away instantly, as though his touch had scorched me.

A shadow passed through Ethan's eyes. He stared at me for a long moment before asking, "Lianne, are you avoiding me?"

He rose to his feet, his tall frame closing in until his shadow swallowed me completely.

Then he reached for me. His fingers caught my chin and lifted it, forcing me to look straight at him.

There was something fierce burning in his eyes. Possessiveness. The instinctive dominance an Alpha held toward his mate.

"Today's our wedding anniversary," he said quietly. His hand slid from my chin to my throat, his rough thumb brushing slowly over the sensitive skin there. "By pack tradition, I should stay with you tonight."

His touch felt burning hot against my skin, yet my heart remained cold and unmoving.

At that moment, his phone suddenly rang.

The glowing screen showed a name I knew too well. Ivy.

Ethan's body stiffened.

He answered immediately, and Ivy's trembling voice drifted through the call, "Ethan, I'm scared. The thunder's really loud tonight. Can you come stay with me?"

Ethan glanced at me, hesitation flickering briefly across his face.

I pressed a faint smile onto my lips and urged, "You should go. Ivy only just came back, and she's still not fully recovered. As the pack's Alpha, you should look after your pack members. I'll be fine here alone."

Ethan kept staring at me, as if trying to find some trace of resentment hidden beneath my words. But there was nothing for him to find. I looked empty enough to fool even him, like a doll with nothing left inside.

"You're finally beginning to understand what it means to be a Luna," he said after a moment, satisfaction creeping into his tone as he put his phone away. "I know this hasn't been easy for you. Once Ivy's settled in, I'll make it up to you."

Make it up to me?

What I wanted was never compensation. I only wanted the one thing he had never truly given me-his whole heart.

"Okay," I answered with a nod.

Ethan turned and headed for the door, his hurried steps making it seem as though he couldn't leave fast enough.

He never looked back, so he never saw my legs buckle the moment the door shut behind him. I slid slowly down the wall, too weak to keep standing.

Lowering my eyes, I looked at the Rejection while my trembling fingers brushed across his signature.

This would be the last thing I ever did for Ethan.

In seven days, I would no longer be his Luna.

I would take our unborn child and disappear from his life forever.

📗👀 CHAPTER 2

Lianne's POV:

The next morning, sunlight spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows and filled my room.

I endured the constant ache in my fractured ribs, then covered the lifeless color of my face with thick concealer before changing into a clean, tailored business suit.

Ethan wasn't only the Alpha of the Thorn Pack. He was also the CEO of Voss Group. And I was his chief secretary.

To everyone in the company, I was the person he relied on most. Calm, capable, efficient. The perfect secretary who handled every problem without hesitation.

Only a few in the pack knew I was his mate.

I knew Ethan hated the fact that I had lost my wolf. That was why he'd never acknowledged our bond in public. For a long time, I'd waited quietly, hoping one day, he'd accept me openly.

But now, none of that mattered anymore.

I walked into the company building and went straight to the HR department. Then I placed my resignation letter on the manager's desk.

"You're resigning?" The HR manager adjusted her glasses in disbelief. "Lianne, you're the person Mr. Voss trusts more than anyone. The company would fall apart without you. Does Mr. Voss know about this?"

"He won't mind," I replied calmly, keeping the same polished smile I used at work every day. "I'll finish the transition over the next few days. Nothing at the company will be affected."

The manager looked like she wanted to say more, but in the end, she only sighed and signed the resignation letter.

After leaving her office, I stopped in the hallway and took a slow breath. A sharp pain spread through my chest, reminding me that the injuries from the car crash were far worse than they looked.

I was about to return to my desk when quiet voices drifted out from the break room nearby.

"Did you hear? The one Alpha loves is back."

"You mean Ivy? No wonder Alpha spent so much at the auction. He paid fifty million for the 'Tears of Moonstone' necklace."

"Seriously? That's the necklace that represents eternal devotion. He really treats her like a queen."

I stopped walking.

Tears of Moonstone.

Three years ago, on the day Ethan and I formed our mate bond, I'd seen that necklace in a magazine.

The crystal was said to glow blue beneath moonlight, a gift blessed by the Moon Goddess for true mates.

Back then, I'd pointed at the picture shyly and whispered to Ethan, "It's beautiful."

He hadn't even looked at the picture for more than a second before answering casually, "That necklace is meant for she-wolves who've gone through the official Luna ceremony. You don't even have a wolf, Lianne. If you wore it, the pack would only complain. Stop making things harder for me."

So that was the truth. It had never been about pack traditions. I simply wasn't worthy enough in his eyes.

"Lianne, this document needs Alpha's signature right away. Could you bring it in for me?" A junior secretary hurried toward me, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I accepted the document, though my fingers shook slightly around it.

Then I walked to the CEO's office and pushed the door open. The moment I stepped inside, the scene before me froze me in place.

Ethan sat behind his large desk while Ivy perched casually along the edge beside him.

She wore a flawless silk dress that made her seem delicate enough to break.

The coldness in Ethan's eyes had completely disappeared. He let her wrap her arms around his neck, and when she leaned over to kiss his cheek, he didn't pull away.

Suddenly, the document slipped from my numb fingers. Papers scattered across the floor with a sharp rustle, as though my heart had shattered along with them.

Both of them looked toward me at once.

The tenderness on Ethan's face vanished instantly, replaced by the familiar icy expression I knew too well. Irritation flickered in his eyes.

"Do you not know how to knock before entering?" he said sharply.

Ivy quickly jumped off the desk, acting startled by the situation. Then she walked over to me and took my hand, as though she was trying to comfort me. "Lianne, please don't misunderstand anything. I'm just really happy today. Ethan gave me such an amazing gift."

Her fingers tightened around mine while she tilted her head to show off the necklace resting against her throat.

The huge moonstone shimmered beneath the sunlight pouring through the windows, its glare so bright it almost hurt to look at.

"It's gorgeous, isn't it?" Ivy smiled sweetly, but the provocation in her eyes was meant only for me. "Ethan told me I'm the only person worthy of this symbol of eternal devotion."

A sharp pain twisted through my chest, dull and brutal, like a blunt knife dragging back and forth inside me.

Still, I forced myself to remain standing. Somehow, I even managed a steady smile. "It's beautiful. It looks perfect on you."

I crouched down slowly, pain shooting through my ribs as I gathered the scattered papers. After straightening them neatly, I placed them on Ethan's desk. "Alpha, this document needs your signature."

My composure seemed to unsettle Ethan.

A trace of discomfort crossed his face as he watched me turn toward the door. Then, almost awkwardly, he spoke up to explain himself. "Ivy just returned to the pack. The necklace was only meant as a welcome-back gift. Don't overthink it."

"Alright." I nodded lightly, said nothing else, and walked out without looking back.

That evening, I returned home and quietly began packing my things.

Everything in the house carried traces of the life Ethan and I had shared together. Now all of it felt like a cruel reminder of how foolish I'd been.

I folded my clothes carefully and placed them inside the suitcase one by one. As for the expensive jewelry Ethan had given me over the years, I left every piece behind.

I only wanted to take the things that truly belonged to me.

The moment I closed the suitcase, hurried footsteps sounded from behind me.

Then Ethan's voice rang out in panic. "Lianne! What do you think you're doing?"

📘👀 CHAPTER 3

Lianne's POV:

I hadn't expected Ethan to come back so early.

Before I could say anything, he crossed the room in a few quick strides and grabbed the wrist I was using to close the suitcase. His grip tightened hard enough to hurt.

Then he seemed to have realized something. Dark anger stirred in his eyes as he stared at me. "Didn't I already explain the necklace was only a gift to celebrate Ivy's return? And now you're packing your things to threaten me? Lianne, you're not a child anymore. You're the Luna of this pack. Start acting like one."

I looked at his familiar face, handsome as ever yet completely devoid of warmth, and a deep sense of bitterness rose quietly inside me.

No matter what happened, he always treated my pain like some immature attempt to gain attention.

But I didn't want to argue with him. Most of all, I couldn't let him discover the Rejection.

"I'm not threatening you," I said, lowering my eyes. "The closet's just too crowded, so I thought I'd clear some of the clothes out. Sometimes, old things should make room for new ones."

Ethan stared at me for a long moment, as though trying to determine whether I was lying to him.

But my face remained calm, without the hurt and resentment he usually expected to see. Gradually, the tension in his expression eased. "Good. I'm glad you understand."

"Ethan?" A soft voice drifted in from the doorway.

I looked up sharply. Ivy stood in the doorway wearing a thin silk nightdress, a man's jacket draped loosely over her shoulders. It carried Ethan's scent.

She leaned weakly against the doorframe, her pale face making her look like a fragile white flower ready to collapse at any moment.

"What is she doing here?" The words escaped before I could stop them, and a sharp ache pierced my chest.

"Ivy's going to stay here for a while." Ethan walked over to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders with natural familiarity, as though he'd done it countless times before. "Some of her fans have been crossing the line lately. They even found the place she's staying at now. It isn't safe for her anymore. Until she finds somewhere suitable, staying here is the best option."

Then he looked at me, warning clear in his eyes. "Treat her properly. I don't want people spreading rumors that the Luna of the Thorn Pack is bullying another pack member. Do you understand?"

I stared at the two of them standing together, and the whole thing felt strangely unreal.

My mate had brought the woman he loved into our home. And now he expected me to welcome her with a smile.

"Alright," I replied with a bitter smile. "I'll make sure she's well taken care of."

The staff moved quickly after that. They cleaned out the room beside mine, the nursery Ethan and I had once planned to use for our future child, and turned it into Ivy's bedroom.

Ethan personally stayed with her while the servants arranged everything. He even instructed them to replace the scent diffuser oils with lavender because it was Ivy's favorite fragrance.

The laughter drifting from the room next door grated against my nerves like a blade scraping over raw skin, tearing deeper into a heart that was already falling apart.

Late that night, I forced my exhausted body into the bathroom.

Warm water poured over me, but no amount of heat could drive away the cold buried deep inside my chest.

I lifted my eyes to the mirror. My face looked pale and drained, and dark bruises spread across my chest from the crash. At that moment, the tears I had been holding back finally fell.

Just six more days.

If I could endure six more days, everything would be over.

After changing into a simple silk slip dress, I stepped out of the bathroom through the lingering steam. My vision was still hazy, so I didn't notice someone standing inside the room.

Suddenly, my foot slipped against the floor, and my body pitched backward.

But instead of crashing down, I fell into a firm, burning embrace.

One of Ethan's arms locked tightly around my waist while his other hand pressed protectively against the back of my head, pulling me hard against his chest.

The sharp cedarwood scent that always clung to him surrounded me instantly.

"Can't even stand properly anymore?" His voice came out low and rough beside my ear.

"Let me go," I insisted, struggling to steady myself. "Shouldn't you be with Ivy right now?"

His eyes darkened instantly. Instead of letting me go, Ethan pulled me tighter against him. His fingers slid slowly through my damp hair before settling at the back of my neck, right over the sensitive gland every werewolf guarded instinctively.

"Lianne, I'm your mate," he murmured against my skin. His warm breath brushed across my collarbone, sending a shiver through me. "Yesterday was our anniversary. I told you I'd make it up to you."

His hand moved slowly along my skin, rough fingertips brushing lightly against me and leaving heat in their wake.

Three years of marriage had taught him every weakness I had. He knew exactly how to break down my defenses.

"No..."

My protest was swallowed by his possessive, punishing kiss.

There was no gentleness in the kiss. It was fierce and possessive, filled with a hunger that felt more like claiming than affection.

He kissed me hard enough to steal the air from my lungs, as though he wanted to erase every thought in my mind except him.

The next moment, he pushed me down onto the bed, his body pressing heavily against mine.

During the struggle, the straps of my silk dress slipped from my shoulders, exposing bare skin beneath the dim light.

Desire burned openly in Ethan's eyes. His lips moved slowly down my neck, leaving heated marks along my collarbone.

"Ethan..." A shaky sound escaped my throat as my fingers gripped his shoulders tightly, my nails pressing into the hard muscles beneath his shirt.

For that brief moment, I let myself sink into the illusion he created. Even knowing it wasn't real, I still reached desperately for the warmth he gave me so rarely.

His hand slid beneath the hem of my dress, his touch burning against my skin.

Just as he was about to go further, a terrified scream suddenly rang out from Ivy's room next door.

"Ethan, help me!"

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💎 Jilted Wife Returns As A Billionaire Heiress

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Chloe had just given birth to twins, lying exhausted in a cramped, bustling hospital ward.

When she called her husband, Julian, he was busy partying with his actress mistress. He coldly hung up on her, having already drafted a brutal divorce agreement that would leave her with a pittance.

Strangers in the next bed loudly mocked her pitiful state, gossiping about how Julian was dumping her. For years, Chloe had erased her own identity to fit into his elite world, only to be thrown away like garbage. She was completely alone, clutching her helpless babies, bracing herself to sign the cruel papers just to survive.

She couldn't understand why her absolute devotion was met with such chilling indifference. Why did she have to suffer this ultimate humiliation while he celebrated with the woman who ruined her life?

But then, a senior doctor noticed a unique mole on her wrist and ran a secret DNA test. The results were staggering: Chloe was the long-lost daughter of the billionaire Beaumont family. With her fiercely protective parents and three powerful brothers suddenly forming an impenetrable fortress around her, Chloe picked up her phone and texted her arrogant husband.

"City Hall tomorrow at 10 AM. If you don't show up, my lawyer will handle everything. And trust me, you won't like their terms."

📕👀 CHAPTER 1

A sharp, piercing cry sliced through the sterile air of the delivery room, followed immediately by another.
Chloe Hayes's vision swam. Sweat pasted strands of hair to her temples. The exhaustion was a physical weight, pressing down on her bones, but the sound of her babies' cries was a tether to life. Tears, hot and thick, blurred the already hazy lights above her.
With a kind expression on her face, the midwife placed the two warm little babies on Chloe’s chest. The weight was surprisingly solid. A tiny, thumping heartbeat pulsed against her own exhausted one. A wave of love, so fierce it felt like a physical blow, crashed over her, stealing what little breath she had left.
The midwife ’s voice a soothing balm. "You gave birth to a pair of adorable boy and girl twins . Both perfectly healthy."
Chloe smiled weakly, trying to look at the two babies surrounded by the midwives.
Outside the delivery room, a nurse cried out, “Where’s Chloe Hayes’s family? Where are Chloe Hayes’s parents?”
She called out again and again, but no one responded.
On the hospital bed, Chloe’s face turned even paler at the sound.
Had Julian really not come?
Even though they were divorcing, he was still the children’s biological father. So before entering the delivery room, she called him.
She lay in the hospital bed, completely exhausted and weak.
The doctor and nurse quickly took her to the ward.
However, she wasn’t taken to the private VIP ward that Julian had promised her, but rather an ordinary multi-person room.
There were many people in the ward. Besides her, there were also pregnant women lying in the other three beds. Each of them was attended to by several family members.
Some were taking care of their wives, some were leaning over the baby cribs to watch their children, and there were also new dads holding their babies and comforting them. Everyone had a happy smile on their face.
A sense of icy humiliation swept through Chloe’s entire body.
She gave birth suddenly, and now there was no one to take care of her. She was unable to care for the baby on her own, and the nurses couldn’t help all the time. So, she decided to call Julian for help.
A nurse handed Chloe her phone. Her trembling fingers fumbled across the screen until she found Julian Sterling’s name in the contacts. The sharp-looking business photo he used as his profile picture seemed to mock her from the screen.
She took a deep, shaky breath and pressed the call button.
The sound that answered wasn't his voice. It was the cacophony of a party-loud music, the clinking of glasses, a swell of laughter.
Then, his voice, sharp and impatient. "Chloe? What is it? I'm busy."
The coldness in his tone was a familiar ache. She squeezed her eyes shut, forcing the words out. "Julian, the babies... have been born. "
A beat of silence on the other end. Just long enough for a sliver of hope to flicker in her chest.
Then it was extinguished. "Okay. Send the details to my assistant."
Before she could form a reply, a woman's laugh, high and melodious, echoed close to the receiver. It was a laugh she recognized from countless celebrity news segments. Amelia Hayes.
Julian's voice returned, layered with a dismissive politeness that was worse than outright anger. "I have to go. We're celebrating Amelia's new movie deal."
The line went dead.
The dial tone buzzed in her ear, a relentless, mechanical sound that felt like it was drilling into her skull. Chloe's hand fell limp, the phone slipping from her grasp onto the starchy white sheets.
The tears finally came. Not loud, hysterical sobs, but silent, wracking tremors that shook her entire body. She curled onto her side, facing the wall, pressing her face into the thin pillow to muffle the sound. She couldn't bear the thought of the woman on the other side of the curtain hearing her.
A boisterous family spilled in, their happy chatter filling the small space.
"Look at the one in the next bed," a middle-aged woman said, her voice a stage whisper. "So pitiful. Gave birth and her husband isn't even here."
A younger girl replied, "Isn't that Chloe Hayes? The one who married into the Sterling family."
"That's the one!" the woman confirmed, her voice dropping conspiratorially. "The papers are saying Julian is going to divorce her for that actress, Amelia Hayes."
"I heard Amelia's pregnant too," the girl added. "This is going to be some drama."
Each word was a fresh cut. Pity and malice, a cruel cocktail served by strangers.
In fact, not many people knew about their marriage, as Julian always refused to bring her into his life.
Occasionally, a few people might have seen her through certain channels and learned who she was. But so what? She smiled bitterly. Even if she became an actress like Amelia and was exposed to everyone, it was also possible that no one would recognize her as Julian’s wife.
Chloe clamped her hands over her ears, but she couldn't block them out. She squeezed her eyes shut, the darkness a welcome relief.
A gentle squeak of wheels broke through her misery. A nurse was pushing a clear, plastic bassinet towards her bed, then another. The two sleeping infants were placed beside her.
Chloe's sobs caught in her throat. She pushed herself up, her sore muscles protesting, and gazed at her children.
Their faces were so new, so perfect. The boy had her brow, a serious little frown even in sleep. The girl had a delicate nose that was an exact replica of Julian's.
She reached out a hesitant finger, her nail bitten and short, and gently stroked her daughter's cheek. The skin was impossibly soft.
In that moment, something shifted inside her. A foundation of steel began to form where only rubble had been. She was no longer just a wife, waiting for a man who would never love her.
She was a mother.
She wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand. Her gaze, once filled with despair, now held a new, hard-edged resolve.
For her babies, she had to be strong.
She picked up her phone again. Not to call Julian. She scrolled through her contacts, a desperate search for a friend, a lifeline. Her finger swiped past business contacts for the Sterling family, past numbers for caterers and florists from a life that was no longer hers.
The scrolling stopped. The screen glowed with the names of people who were not her people. She had spent years trying to fit into Julian's world, and in the process, she had erased her own.
She was utterly, completely alone.

📗👀 CHAPTER 2

The early morning sun cast long, pale stripes across the floor. Chloe hadn't slept all night. Her eyes burned with a dry, gritty exhaustion that went deeper than the physical toll of childbirth.
She watched the gentle rise and fall of her son's chest, the tiny flutter of her daughter's eyelids. And as she watched them, a memory, sharp and unwelcome, surfaced.
Six months ago, Julian, who hadn’t been home in ages, suddenly returned and handed her a divorce agreement.
The terms were a public ex*****on on paper. She was to relinquish all claims to any Sterling assets. She would receive a one-time payment, barely enough to cover a year's rent in a decent neighborhood. In return, she had to sign a non-disclosure agreement so ironclad it would prevent her from ever speaking about their marriage, his family, or even the existence of the agreement itself.
"Sign this," he had said, his voice devoid of any emotion. He didn't even look at her, his gaze fixed on the skyline outside his window. "Amelia is the partner I should have had from the beginning."
"What about the babies?" she had asked, her hand instinctively going to her swollen belly.
He had finally turned to look at her then, his eyes filled with a chilling indifference. "The Sterling family will provide for their financial needs. But don't think you can use them as leverage for anything more."
She didn’t want to agree at all. She even thought that she’d be willing to endure this situation for the rest of her life. She refused to get a divorce. Even if his heart belonged to Amelia, she would still keep his wife’s title, ensuring that Amelia could never be anything more than a mistress.
But she was willing to risk her entire life, yet she lost to his ruthlessness.
He threatened her with the children—if she didn’t sign, the babies in her womb had to be aborted!
She couldn’t give up her children.
The doctor said that she had a special physical condition. If she aborted the babies, she might not be able to get pregnant again in the future.
She had no relatives left. Her children were her only hope.
For the sake of her children, she ultimately signed the divorce agreement.
But she never expected that this man would be so heartless as to wouldn’t even take a look at his own children.
Was it just because she was only a foster daughter of the Hayes family, while Amelia was the biological one?
Twenty-two years ago, her adoptive parents, who had been unable to have children after years of marriage, adopted her from an orphanage. But no one expected that just a few months after adopting her, the adoptive mother became pregnant and gave birth to their own daughter, Amelia. From then on, she became the daughter whom the family didn’t really care for. Her adoptive parents always favored Amelia.
Three years ago, Julian was in a car accident and fell into a vegetative state. In their own interest, the Hayes family put her forward as Julian’s wife in exchange for investment from the Sterling family.
A year ago, Julian woke up unexpectedly. She thought that at last, after all the hardships, sweetness would come. But to her surprise, her sister Amelia fell in love with him at first sight.
Throughout her life, she had already given in to Amelia far too much. She didn’t want to let her husband go to Amelia as well. In the end, she cut ties with her adoptive parents, because she truly loved him.
But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t win Julian’s heart.
Now, back in the stark reality of the hospital room, her nails dug into her palms. They signed the divorce agreement last time, but they haven’t officially gone to the civil affairs office to get the divorce certificate. So, legally speaking, they’re not yet divorced. She was determined to put an end to this as soon as possible.
For her children, she had to. She had to take the money and get them as far away from the Sterling name as possible.
A soft knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.
A man in a crisp white coat entered, a warm, professional smile on his face. He was older, perhaps in his late fifties, with kind eyes and a calm demeanor that immediately set him apart from the rushed nurses. His name tag read: Dr. Quentin Beaumont, Head of Obstetrics.
He was the department head. She wondered why he was doing routine rounds in a shared ward.
"Good morning, Mrs. Sterling," he said, his voice gentle. He asked about her recovery, his questions precise and his manner so genuinely caring it caught her off guard.
Chloe answered politely, a wall of practiced courtesy around her.
Quentin's gaze drifted to the bassinets. His friendly expression tightened, just for a second. His eyes narrowed slightly.
He turned back to her, his tone casual. "The children resemble you. Are your family coming to visit soon?"
The question landed like a stone in her stomach. Chloe's gaze dropped to her hands, clasped tightly in her lap. "I don't have any family," she said, the words tasting bitter.
A fleeting, elusive expression crossed Quentin’s face. He noticed a small, light-brown mole on the inside of her left wrist, just below the pulse. That mole was identical to the one his sister-in-law Eleanor Beaumont had.
His heart trembled violently. An idea, a hope that he had buried for over twenty years—a wild and seemingly impossible hope—struggled to surface in his mind.
His heart gave a sudden, violent lurch. That was exactly why he came here. Confirm the birthmark.
Yesterday, when he accidentally saw Chloe, he was shocked. Her appearance was too similar to his sister-in-law’s. There was even a faint resemblance to his brother Richard Beaumont in the girl’s features. He immediately thought of her niece who had gone missing 22 years ago.
In the end, he couldn’t resist and secretly took a sample of the girl’s blood for a paternity test.
The test results would be available today, and he would know the answer soon.
"Get some rest," he said, "I'll make sure the nurses take good care of you."
Quentin returned to the office with steady steps, ready to endure the wait for the test results.
The wait was agonizing. He paced the confines of his office like a caged animal. Every tick of the clock on the wall was a hammer blow against his nerves.
An hour later, an email notification pinged. The subject line was stark: "99.99% Match."
Quentin's hand shook so badly he could barely control the mouse. He clicked open the email. He stared at the report, at the undeniable, scientific proof on the screen.
The doctor who had delivered thousands of babies, who had faced life and death with unwavering composure, felt his eyes burn with tears.
He had found her.
He had found Richard's daughter.
He grabbed his phone, his fingers punching in a number he knew by heart.

📘👀 CHAPTER 3

In a sprawling corner office atop a skyscraper in New York City, Richard was concluding a transatlantic video conference. His voice was a low, commanding rumble, and the executives on the screen listened with rapt attention. He was a man accustomed to absolute control.
Suddenly, his private, encrypted cell phone vibrated against the polished surface of his desk. It was a frantic, insistent buzz. The caller ID showed a single name: Quentin.
Richard knew his younger brother. Quentin would never call this line, at this time, unless it was a matter of life or death.
He held up a hand to the screen. "Meeting adjourned." He didn't wait for a response before ending the call, plunging the screen into darkness.
He answered the phone, his voice tight with apprehension. "Quentin, what's wrong?"
The voice on the other end was choked with an emotion Richard hadn't heard in years. It was a raw, trembling mix of shock and elation.
"Richard... I found her. I found your daughter. Her name now is Chloe Hayes."
The words struck Richard like a physical blow. The world tilted on its axis. He shot up from his leather chair, the heavy, gold-plated fountain pen in his hand clattering to the floor.
"Are you sure?" he demanded, his voice a strained whisper. "One hundred percent?"
"DNA match. 99.99%," Quentin's voice cracked. "She's here, Richard. In my hospital. She just gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl."
Richard stumbled back, his hand flying to his mouth to stifle a sound that was half-sob, half-gasp. Twenty-two years of hollow anniversaries, of his wife's silent tears.
He took a deep, shuddering breath, the titan of industry forcing himself back into the role of the patriarch, the protector. "Don't let anyone near her," he commanded, his voice now laced with steel. "I'm on my way."
He hung up and slammed a small, red button concealed on the underside of his desk.
Within seconds, his chief of staff burst into the office, his face pale with alarm.
"Get the jet ready. We're flying to Massachusetts. Now," Richard ordered, his voice leaving no room for questions. "And get Eleanor, Alexander, Sebastian, and Nicholas on a conference call. Immediately."
The assistant, sensing the seismic shift in his boss's universe, simply nodded and vanished.
Minutes later, the Beaumont family's emergency protocol was activated.
On a screen in Richard's office, four faces appeared. His eldest son, Alexander Beaumont, the formidable lawyer, was in his chambers, a court recess just beginning. His second son, Sebastian Beaumont, the hardened police detective, was at his desk in a bustling precinct. His youngest son, Nicholas Beaumont, the maverick film director, was on a chaotic movie set in California.
Richard looked at his sons, his composure a thin veneer over a raging sea of emotion. "We found her," he said, his voice thick. "Your sister is alive."
A stunned silence fell over the call. It was broken by a collective gasp, a chorus of disbelieving voices.
At a charity luncheon on the Upper East Side, Eleanor was gracefully holding court. An assistant discreetly handed her a phone with an urgent message. Excusing herself with a serene smile that betrayed none of the sudden panic in her heart, she stepped into a private powder room and joined the call.
When she heard her husband's words, the regal composure she had maintained for decades shattered. A sob escaped her lips, and she pressed a silk handkerchief to her mouth, her perfectly applied mascara threatening to run for the first time in public memory.
"She's in a hospital in Massachusetts," Richard continued, his voice firm, a general rallying his troops. "She needs us. Everyone, drop what you're doing. We're going to get her back."
The response was immediate and absolute.
"Cancel all my appointments for the next week," Alexander told his assistant off-screen.
Sebastian was already on his feet, grabbing his keys. "Family emergency, cover for me!" he yelled to a bewildered colleague.
On the film set, Nicholas ripped off his headset and bellowed into a megaphone, "Wrap for the day! Everyone go home!" The entire production ground to a halt, leaving a crew of hundreds standing in stunned silence.
The vast, powerful machinery of the Beaumont family, an empire that spanned continents and industries, stopped on a dime. All for one girl.
Back in Massachusetts, Quentin had already set his own plans in motion. He walked with purpose down the hospital corridor, his white coat a banner of authority. He stopped outside the door to multi-patient wards.
He took a deep breath. His first job was to get his niece out of this public, undignified room. He was going to take her to a place where she would be safe, cared for, and treated like the princess she was.
He raised his hand and knocked gently on the door, composing his features into the kindest, most reassuring smile he could muster.

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