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My mate, Alpha Richard, locked our she-pup inside a sealed antique cabinet.
Our asthmatic pup.
All because his adopted sister's pup was throwing a tantrum and needed a "doll" to amuse him.
"It's just a Ball-Jointed Doll in there," he sneered. "Can't you even tell your own pup from a doll?"
Then he walked next door to praise the boy. “You’re so much braver than my pup,” he cooed. “You’re my favorite.”
Later, at a fashion show, he let his sister steal the designs I made for our pup.
He called me a plagiarist to protect her.
I was about to shatter when a man burst through the doors.
In his hands was a funeral portrait of my pup.

The Alpha’s Empty Antique Cabinet

"I'll do my best to make up for everything. You can ask for anything. I'll agree to it all. I'll have the world's top specialists treat your kidney. I'll throw the best fashion show for you, make you a world-renowned designer."


"And Monica... I swear I'll cut ties with her completely. We'll never see each other again."


A cold, sharp smile touched my lips, and I took several deliberate steps back from him.


"Let me be clear. I didn't pour my heart out to get your sympathy. I just wanted everyone to know."


After I finished speaking, I nodded, signaling for Liam to look up.


The next second, Liam looked up, only to see that the reporters his bodyguards had temporarily kept at bay had somehow closed in again, now in even greater numbers.


They were all armed with cameras, their long lenses fixed squarely on Richard's face.


Chapter 8