ManyWriters

  1 "Thalia Silverfang, has someone mistreated you?" My sibling's inquiry carried a hint of worry as he paused during our phone conversation. He must have detected something in my voice, but I tried to appear nonchalant. I put on a false cheerful expression, despite the anger threatening to overwhelm me. "No, everything's fine. I've just come to a conclusion—if marriage is inevitable, does the identity of my spouse really matter?" "Are you certain?" He persisted, his unease growing. "Thalia, if there's a problem, you can confide in me. What's behind this sudden eagerness to wed? You seemed reluctant before." Naturally

Love's Cruel Substitute, A Wolf's Heartbreak

The muted thump of bass from the nightclub outside reverberated against the walls of the cramped restroom. I gripped the sink's edge, my mind in a whirl. Marco Salvani. Present. It felt as if fate had thrown a curveball into our meticulously arranged plans.


"Daniel," I whispered into my concealed microphone. "Marco Salvani is actually here, and it seems he's acquainted with Gregor."


Daniel's response came through, steady but tinged with calculated irritation. "Not unexpected. Birds of a feather. Stick to the strategy, Daphne. His presence doesn't alter our course."


Before I could reply, a gentle tap on the door startled me. My pulse quickened as I unlocked and cracked open the door. It was Blake.


He entered, his expression already set with determination. "What's the holdup? You've been absent too long."


"Marco Salvani," I explained in hushed tones. "He placed a bid on me, Blake. A hundred grand. This wasn't part of our plan."


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