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  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

As I closed the door behind me, I turned to confront Marco Salvani—my former spouse and current objective. His presence was overwhelming, not just because he was oblivious to my true identity tonight. He exuded an eerie calmness, casually loosening his necktie while eyeing me with a desire I once mistook for affection.


"You're awfully quiet, Dorothy," he remarked, his tone silky and playful. "Having doubts?"


"Not in the slightest," I countered, feigning a coy grin. I tugged at my neckline, allowing it to slip and reveal a glimpse of my décolletage. His eyes darkened noticeably, his intrigue evident.


This was the man I once called my husband—the serial adulterer who believed he could dominate me. Tonight, he would discover the error of his ways.


I took a calculated step towards him, my fingers grazing his chest. "I thought we might enjoy ourselves," I purred, my voice dripping with feigned naivety as I settled onto his lap.


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