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CHAPTER 1

"He's late." I rushed through the front door of the apartment, my heart pounding against my ribs like a frantic drum as I gathered my white wedding dress towards the staircase.

I glanced at my phone screen, clicking on his name, My Love, ready to make a call when I halted suddenly, a gasp escaping my lips as a sharp pain pierced my head.

A rush of dizziness swept over me, and for a moment, the world tilted like I was falling into another place, another time. I felt Astrid, my wolf, push forward, a surge of heat radiating through my veins.

My eyes flickered dark gold, and everything became clearer. I had been here before. I... It was my third rebirth. The memories of my previous life came flooding in, and I glanced at my phone. I snickered when the words my love glared at me in my face.

"Time to change that," I muttered.

My heels clicked against the steps as I climbed, faster and faster, fueled by rage. I knew what was behind that door. The past life crashed into me like a wave, the betrayal, the heartbreak, the humiliation—all of it.

Not this time.

I steadied myself, clenching my fists, and moved towards the slightly ajar bedroom door. My breath came in short, controlled bursts as I pressed my hand against the wood.

I could already hear the sharp sounds of pleasure coming from the other side. My stomach tightened, but I shoved the pain down, deep, where it couldn't reach me. I pushed the door open just enough to see inside and there it was—exactly as I remembered it.

Ivan, my supposed fiancé, his body moving against another's, my cousin, of all people.

"Fuck! Pound me faster, Ivy. Arrgh, fuck me hard and cum in me," my cousin moaned loudly.

The sheets twisted around their limbs, their voices filled with an intimacy that was supposed to be ours. My grip tightened around my phone, and I lifted it, the click of the camera capturing the sordid scene.

One, two, three pictures—just in case.

I glanced back at them. This time, the sheets had been tossed aside, their naked flesh in full display as he thrust in wildly.

The fury surged up from deep within me, no longer just my anger, but Astrid's too. I shoved the door open hard, and it crashed against the wall. Ivan jerked back, his eyes wide with shock.

"Zara—what the hell are you doing here?"

The effrontery!

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" I spat back coldly, my hands trembling with barely contained rage.

He stuttered, his face turning pale, scrambling to cover himself, but I was already moving, closing the distance between us in two quick strides.

I didn't give him a chance to speak. My hand swung up with a crack that echoed in the room as I slapped him across the face.

Shock flared in his eyes as he stumbled back, his hand flying to his cheek. He inhaled deeply. "Zara, please, let me explain—"

"Explain?!" I cut him off, laughing, even though my voice was bitter. "Explain what, Ivan? That you're a lying, cheating bastard? That you've been fucking my cousin behind my back?"

His face paled, but he stepped toward me, hands raised like he was calming a wild animal. "Zara, baby, you're upset. Let's just talk about this, okay?"

"We're not having this conversation," I grit, my fingers balling at my side.

"Today's our wedding day," Ivan voiced softly.

"Is it or is it that of you and your side chick?" I shook my head, forcing back the tears that blurred my vision briefly. "You think I'm stupid, Ivan? You think I didn't know? That I wouldn't find out?"

"Zar, it isn't what you think. Ivan loves me and…" I glared at Clarissa and she immediately stuttered.

Her face was flushed with embarrassment and something more as she clutched the sheet to her chest.

"Look," she tried to speak again, but I whirled around on her, passing Ivan. "Don't even start, Clarissa," I snapped. "You think I don't know how long this has been going on?"

To my surprise, her facade fell quickly as she rose, the bedsheet draping around her. "Since you do, then you should know that he loves me. You are just the third wheel in our relationship."

I reacted fast, slapping her across the cheek and she fell to the ground, obviously as an added effect to pump Ivan's buttons. Still, I spat, "You're pathetic. Look at you claiming a relationship when you are nothing more than a cheating whore!" 

Her mouth opened and closed, and she looked away, tears filling her eyes, but I didn't care.

Not this time.

I had been a fool for too long. I was lucky I had been given another chance. I wouldn't waste it—not on these scums.

"Zara!"

I glared at Ivan. Something akin to anger flared in his eyes as he rushed between us, not caring if he pushed me out of the way to block her from me. Within seconds he was squatting beside her, checking her face tenderly, something that was meant for me. 

I sneered and he stood back up, slapping me. "You will not speak to Clarissa like that. She's the one I love!"

I blinked, lifting my brow in disgust. Did he just yell and slap me? 

Why was I surprised when he was like this in my past lives? Clarissa this, Clarissa that. You can't be like Clarrissa. She is the opposite of you. I prefer Clarrissa… Always freaking fucking Clarrissa!

I had enough.

My eyes burned but her held back. "And I? I am supposed to be what?"

A smug smile formed on his lips and that same condescending wicked look I had seen just moments before my death, stared me in the face. 

"You're a piece of the puzzle. Someone I need but we can still make this work. Zara baby," his tone changed instantly, "you love me. I won't put you aside and I can still keep having her while you and I go for our wedding…"

I didn't even think. The mere mention of our wedding day brought back flashes of our past lives—bad pasts and his selfish thinking made my anger flare.

With all the strength I could muster, my knee jerked up, hard and fast, slamming into his groin. He doubled over with a groan, his face twisting in pain.

"You're sick! There is no we. You made sure of that when you were balls deep in her," I said in a cold, deadly tone and hissed, bending down to his level. "You're dead to me, Ivan. Both of you."

Ivan wheezed, clutching his groin, trying to catch his breath. When he noticed I was going to play his puppet anymore, he tried a different approach. "Zara… please… t-the wedding…"

I couldn't help but laugh. It was harsh and humourless. "Oh, there's going to be a wedding, Ivan. Just not with you." I yanked the engagement ring from my middle finger and tossed it onto the floor, the tiny diamond catching the light for just a second before it skittered under the bed.

I spun and marched out, leaving him and Clarissa gaping.

As I reached the door, Ivan's voice followed me, desperate and pleading. "Zara, don't you dare do this. You can't marry anyone else!"

I stopped my hand on the doorframe and turned back to him, a cold smile spreading across my face. "Watch me, I'm done playing by your rules."

I stormed down the stairs, every step filled with purpose. I knew where I needed to go. I knew exactly what I needed to do. 

My phone was in my hand, and I was already dialling. "Ella," I said when my best friend picked up, "I need a call boy. I don't care who, just find someone and send them to the marriage registry, now."

Ella started to ask questions, but I hung up, not wasting another second. I burst through the front door, heading straight for my car. 

Ivan wanted to play games? Fine. But this time, I was making the rules.

In my first life, I caught them cheating three years into our marriage and that day became my last when my cousin killed me.

In my second life, I stupidly followed Clarissa's suggestion claiming I was too attention-seeking which was why he left me. I did the opposite. 

You can already guess what… I lost him. 

I had almost caught him cheating then but I was too blind by my love for him even when I saw proof and did not confront him. But in our fourth year in marriage, I discovered she was pregnant for him while I, he forced to take contraceptives claiming he wasn't ready for kids.

In anger I confronted them but my wolf and I were weak. Ivan puhed me when I angrily hit Clarissa after discovering they'd fed me trace amounts of wolfsbane for months.

I lost my balance, hit my head against the edge of the bed frame and died due to excessive blood loss while my husband and cousin watched me.

I arrived at the registry, my heart still racing, but I was more focused than ever. My eyes scanned the viscinity until they settled on a tall, handsome man standing near the entrance, his posture relaxed but commanding. His dark hair fell across his forehead, and his sharp, piercing eyes seemed to take in everything around him.

Ella surely knew what I loved. He played his role well.

I didn't waste a moment. I strode over to him with confidence I barely felt, my voice steady as I asked, "Are you ready to get married?"

His brows lifted slightly as he took me in, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips. "To you? Always."

And just like that, I knew I'd made the right choice.

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CHAPTER 2

~Snow's POV~

The phone call from my father had come in with the usual irritation and pressure he always brought. 

His voice was cold and demanding leaving no room for negotiation. "Find a Luna by the end of the day, Snow, or your brother will take what's rightfully yours." 

His words echoed in my head, a warning and a threat. I clenched my jaw, already seething at the thought of my older brother, the illegitimate son with his hidden agenda, circling like a vulture to claim the alpha position. I needed to act fast.

I slammed the phone down and buzzed my secretary. "Find me a woman," I barked, my patience thinning. "Someone willing to sign a marriage contract for a year. I don't care who she is, just get it done."

My secretary stammered a hurried "yes," and I could hear her heels clicking rapidly away. 

Time was ticking, and every second felt like sand slipping through my fingers. I needed someone, anyone who could fill the role of Luna, even if just for appearances.

An hour later, I waited, pacing outside the floors of the registry office, feeling the seconds drag into minutes, my frustration building. 

I called my secretary and her stammering made my chest tighten. I knew what it meant. There was a delay. I hated delays. 

"Celia, where is the lady?" I asked through gritted teeth, holding back my rage as I clenched my fist.

"Sir, she's…" I hear her gulp. "The lady had an accident on her way here and…"

I cut her off, my patience worn thin. "Enough," I snapped, my voice firm. 'I don't have time for your excuses. Get me a replacement, now and send her to the marriage registry. I don't care who it is, just make it happen.'"

I dropped the call and a few minutes later, my mum's call came through. Finally, I decided I couldn't wait any longer and shoved my phone into my pocket. 

I would marry the next woman who walked towards that door if it came to that. As if on cue, a woman strode in—confident, beautiful, her eyes sharp and her movements quick, her wedding gown rumpled. Her presence was a challenge I felt in the pit of my stomach and Glacier purred in approval. 

"She'll do," my wolf stated as though I asked his opinion. 

She walked straight up to me, her eyes locked on mine. "Are you ready to get married?" she asked, her voice calm, steady, but with a daring edge I hadn't expected.

For a split second, I hesitated, then caught myself. This had to be the woman my secretary was sending. I let a smile play at the corner of my lips. 

"To you? Always," I replied, amused by her directness.

Her gaze held mine fiercely. "Great. Let's get this over with," she said, and before I knew it, we were in the registry, reciting vows I'd never meant to say.

The ceremony was fast, a blur of words, and when it ended, she turned to leave, giving only her first name, Zara. I handed her my business card. "Snow," I introduced myself simply, watching her reaction. She didn't flinch, didn't blink—just took the card with an unreadable expression.

I asked for her number and she gave me without hesitation. "You'll have to move in with me immediately."

It wasn't a choice, I know and I loved the way her brows knitted. "Huh… why?"

"You're now my wife. Is my wife supposed to sleep outside on our wedding night?" Her brows lifted and then a small smile followed. 

She was about to retort, probably but I beat her to it. "Don't get your head in the clouds. I need to finalize the formal agreement papers as well."

She nodded but her attention was elsewhere, already on her phone, sliding through the screen and typing furiously. Once done, her lips curved into a smirk before she glanced up at me, her eyes flashing with some hidden victory.

She departed, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I had just married a storm. Moments later, I received a message from my secretary. "Sir, I've found a replacement. The lady is on her way to the registry. I'm so sorry!"

My heart skipped a beat, and a realization dawned. I stared at Zara's name on the marriage certificate, feeling a wave of disbelief. She wasn't the one I was supposed to marry.

I couldn't complain. I was determined to marry anyone.

I chuckled, a slow grin spreading across my face. A woman who dared to take fate into her own hands? I'd chosen better than I thought. As I watched her leave, I knew this was going to be interesting. 

I followed behind her. Just as she got outside at the last stair, Zara's phone buzzed with a series of frantic messages and then a call. My enhanced hearing caught his desperate tone, demanding where she was and insisting they still needed to be married.

She paused, her face set in a stubborn expression and the next thing, she took a picture of her left hand now adorned with the ring she'd hastily bought. Either that or she was too poor and they were knockoffs, then she sent him a photo. 

She glanced back at me, and I saw a glint of defiance in her eyes.

"Well," I muttered under my breath, a smile tugging at my lips, "this just got interesting."

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~ZARA~

I barely made it out of the marriage registry when my phone started buzzing like a swarm of angry bees. I glanced down, seeing Ivan's name flash across the screen, over and over, like some desperate chant. 

A bitter smile curled my lips. "Really?" I muttered, scrolling through his frantic messages. He demanded to know where I was and why I wasn't at the ceremony, insisting we still needed to be married. Married? 

The nerve.

My thumb hovered over the screen for a second before I decided to end his delusions once and for all. I held up my hand, the cheap but shiny ring I'd bought on my way to the registry catching the light. 

I snapped a picture and sent it to him with a message: I'm already married. Then I turned off my phone, sliding it back into my pocket. I wasn't going to waste another second on that man.

I had a new life to figure out, and it started today.

I arrived at our shared apartment. Sigh, now I regret moving in with him eight months ago when he said he needed me. Turned out, he only wanted to ensure my love was his.

I made my way up the stairs. Each step felt heavier than the last, but I pushed through. I was done feeling sorry for myself. Ivan had made a fool out of me, but I wasn't going to let him think he'd won.

I pushed the door open, the familiar scent of his cologne and their sex hitting me like a slap. I let out a bitter laugh. I wouldn't be needing that smell in my life anymore.

I grabbed my suitcase and began tossing my clothes in, not bothering to fold them. My eyes fell on Ivan's beloved television, the one he refused to let me touch.

Rage flared inside me like a wild flame. I picked up the nearest heavy object—a lamp—and hurled it at the screen. The glass shattered with a satisfying crash.

"Oops," I muttered, not feeling even a hint of remorse. 

My eyes caught sight of his laptop and I snatched it from the table. "You won't need this," I whispered before smashing it against the floor, again and again, until it was nothing but a pile of broken parts.

"Perfect. Shattered like our relationship."

I dragged my suitcase to the door, pausing to look around. This place had once felt like a promise. Now it was just a reminder of betrayal.

Just before stepping outside, my phone rang. It was a strange number. Before I could think, it ended, and a message followed.

Snow: Sending you a ride. Your location?

I chucked and replied. Just where did Ella find this call boy?

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CHAPTER 3

~Zara's POV~

I walked outside, my heels clicking against the pavement sharply. I stopped in front of Ivan's car, his precious new shiny toy and my lips curled upward.

"Goodbye, Ivan," I muttered, and lifted my heel, slamming it into the windshield. The glass splintered and shattered as the alarm rang immediately.

Satisfied, I walked away from the scene, left the remnants of our life behind and waited by the curb for Snow's car. 

He couldn't do a payback. Upon my arrival, I texted Ella to come get my car from the apartment. I knew she had questions but I wasn't ready.

She'd be here any minute. I hoped Snow came first. The car arrived soon after, a Bugatti La Voiture sleek and polished, exuding luxury and power. 

I raised an eyebrow. Maybe I had underestimated the man I just married. The car door opened, and not giving me any time to think, a chauffeur stepped out, lowering his head. 

"Good day, Ms Zara."

Oh I see, our call boy hadn't introduced me to his rented ride? Whoever he was, I just didn't care. 

I responded to him and had my luggage taken from me. With the passenger door opened, I slid into the backseat, feeling the soft leather beneath me. 

The driver gave me a polite nod and handed me a phone. "Mr. Snow would like to speak with you," he said.

I took the phone, my heart suddenly pounding again. "Hello?"

"Zara," came Snow's calm, deep voice. "I'd like you to come to my house immediately. We have some formalities to take care of."

I swallowed, nodding even though he couldn't see me. "Sure. I'll be there."

The further we drove, the more I realized that Snow was no ordinary man. We pulled up to a grand mansion, three times the size of Ivan's measly apartment. 

I gawked for a moment before regaining my composure. Squaring my shoulders, I steeled myself against the intimidating luxury.

I was led inside, the lavish interior gleaming with marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and ornate furnishings I'd never seen before.

I inhaled deeply. Having not had any of this experience in my past lives, I didn't know what to expect.

I was shown into an elegant living room and asked to wait. I sat on the plush couch, trying to wrap my head around everything that had happened in the last few hours. 

Snow appeared a few minutes later, his expression calm but his eyes held a sharpness and boldness that left me tongue-tied.

"Hello, Zara." His velvety deep voice made my wolf react in a way that I knew all too well. 

Astrid liked him. 

He held a document in one hand and a pen in the other. He moved with a calm confidence that unnerved me.

"Welcome to my home." I attempted to stand but he stopped me, taking his seat opposite me. "Please, sit."

Okay, I'm definitely killing Ella for doing this to me. I wasn't prepared for this shit. 

But I never showed it neither could I ask if this was all true or a ruse. I had my doubts but I would soon realize where my mistake lay.

I sat down, trying to maintain my composure. "So, what do we need to sign?"

"I assume you understand the importance of this agreement," he began, his tone warm but calculating as he placed the document on the glass table between us and slid me a copy.

I tilted my head, meeting his gaze directly. "I assume you understand I'm not here to play games," I shot back.

He smirked a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Good. Because neither am I. Read it carefully. I don't like surprises, and I doubt you do either."

I didn't respond.

"This outlines our agreement," he continued. "One year. We maintain appearances, but our personal lives remain separate. Any breach of this contract will result in a hefty penalty."

"I'm not interested in anything beyond the terms we agreed on," I stated firmly.

"Agreed," Snow nodded, but the gleam in his eye told me there was more to this than met the eye. "Sign, and our contract marriage will be official." He handed me the pen, his fingers brushing against mine for just a moment, and I felt a jolt of something I couldn't quite place.

I held the stylish calligraphy pen, not even glancing at the papers. "Fine by me," I replied and signed my name. His brows lifted in surprise.

I wasn't afraid of what might be hidden there. I'd dealt with worse. 

"You're not going to read it?"

I met his gaze squarely. "No need. I know what I'm getting into. This is strictly business, right?"

He smirked, leaning back in his chair. "If you say so. But I should warn you, there are clauses—"

"I don't care," I cut him off, standing. "As long as you don't interfere in my life, we're good."

Snow watched me for a moment, then nodded, seemingly amused as he stood. "Very well. I respect your straightforwardness, Zara. Welcome to your new life," he said softly. 

"Sure," I stated indifferently.

"You might find it's more than you bargained for."

I met his gaze steadily, feeling a thrill of challenge ripple through me. "We'll see about that," I replied.

Just then, my phone buzzed again. I glanced down, seeing Ivan's name flashing once more. Snow's eyes caught the movement, and he raised an eyebrow. "Trouble?"

I let out a frustrated sigh. "My ex-fiancé. He can't seem to grasp that I've moved on."

Snow's smile turned colder, sharper. "Should I deal with him?"

I laughed. His brows creased. I didn't doubt him but this was my fight. "I can handle my problems, thank you."

Snow nodded, but there was a glint in his eyes that made me wonder what he was thinking. He picked up his phone, dialled a number, and within seconds, the doors opened, and two men dressed in all-black suits walked in. 

I looked at them, then back at Snow, frowning. "What is this?"

"Just insurance," he replied smoothly. "To make sure our agreement is... protected."

I stood up, my heart racing. "I don't need protection, Snow. I just need space."

He leaned forward, his eyes darkening slightly. "You've got space, Zara. Just remember, you're my wife now, even if it's just on paper. And I take my responsibilities seriously."

A chill ran down my spine, but I refused to back down. "Good," I shot back. "Because I take mine seriously too Mr…" 

It was at this time I knew I truly fucked up. I didn't check his card or bother to read the marriage certificate either. Neither did I know his last name.

Snow smiled a slow, dangerous smile. "I'm starting to like you, Zara. You've got fire. I think we're going to get along just fine." I was glad he didn't hint at my earlier error. "Oh."

"Yes?" 

His gaze drifted to my luggage. I noticed the disapproving stare and I frowned. He dipped his hand into his pocket and handed me a gold card. 

"That won't do, Zara. Here. You'll need to do some shopping. You can take the chauffeur with you later."

"No need. I have…" he moved swiftly. In a second he was by my side and pushing the card into my hand. I glanced at it. I knew it. It was an unlimited card with only three in the entire country. 

I lifted my head to look at him. He snapped his fingers and immediately two neatly dressed maids rushed in, lowering their heads. 

"Please, take her to her room." I was glad we weren't sharing the same one. My thoughts soon hit fail. 

"We should be sleeping together but all his is impromptu. I'll need to prepare."

Prepare? For what? He wasn't joking about our first night together?

"No need," I spat.

"Okay then. We both love our space." My jaw almost hit the floor. Wasn't this the part where he should have cajoled me and said couples needed to sleep together, at least for the sake of keeping up appearances? 

Guess he already mentioned to the staff. I sucked it up. It was better this way. 

I managed a smile and as I turned to leave, my phone buzzed again, but this time it wasn't Ivan. It was an unknown number. I answered cautiously. "Hello?"

There was a pause, and then a familiar voice. "Zara, it's…"

"Clarissa." My tone was clipped. 

"Good. We need to talk."

I froze, the shock and fury coursing through me all over again. "Oh, we will," I whispered, my grip tightening on the phone. "Believe me, we will and soon."

I didn't wait for her and ended the call sharply. I felt intense stares on my back but I didn't turn and let the maids lead me to my new room.

I had a new life to sort and now all I wanted to do was get out of these clothes and shower.

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CHAPTER 4

~Zara's POV~

My room was bigger than I had expected. After a lovely bath in the en suite bathroom—large enough to be a spa by itself—I stood at the window, gazing out at the sprawling estate below.

I couldn't shake the feeling of my death in my previous life. Cold dread made goosebumps appear on my skin. 

I looked ahead. Snow's mansion seemed to stretch endlessly, far beyond what I could see, its manicured gardens and towering trees hinting at wealth beyond comprehension. 

I'd barely settled in when my phone buzzed on the nightstand. A glance at the screen revealed my mother's name flashing. My stomach tightened. I knew this was coming.

I picked up the phone, bracing myself. "Hello?"

"Zara!" My mother's voice was sharp, cutting through the line like a whip. "What nonsense do I hear about you marrying a stranger? And on your wedding day, no less!"

I sighed, keeping my tone steady. "I did what I had to do, Mother. Ivan—"

"Forget Ivan's mistake!" she snapped, her voice rising. "Do you understand what you've done? You've jeopardised our family's position. Ivan is the Gamma of the Ivory Crescent Pack! We needed that alliance to boost our pack's standing and secure our business interests."

My jaw clenched. I knew where this was going. My parents may love me but they were selfish like that bastard. "I'm not going back to Ivan," I stated firmly. "Not now, not ever."

There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line. "Zara, you will divorce this man and beg Ivan for forgiveness," she commanded. 

I chuckled. Where were my parents when I met my end, twice? Tsk. In the past she was always like this—forgive Ivan, ignore it, men are like that, he will come around or…

You are the problem. 

Fix yourself. 

Ivan is a good man.

Many ladies would like to be in your place. 

Behave and stop your tantrums. 

You seek attention too much.

Are you the only married woman? Look at your father and I.

Her sharp voice broke me out of my train of thought. "We cannot afford this embarrassment, nor can we afford to lose our standing in society!"

I felt the anger rise in my chest like a wave. "No, Mother. I won't. I'm done being a pawn in this family's game."

"Shut up, Zara. Do you know what this means for our pack, our company? We need him."

"You," I snapped, "you need him, mum, not me."

"Zara do not test my patience. Leave wherever you are and go back to Ivan now."

"I'm not going back to Ivan, and I'm not going to beg for anything."

"You ungrateful—" she began, but I cut her off.

"I've made my decision," I said firmly, my heart pounding. "I'm not a child anymore. You can't control me. If you want his help, I'll happily pave the way for you to marry him."

I knew I hit a nerve when I said that but I was past caring for her greedy ass. "Zara!"

"What? If you do not like that idea then perhaps marry the love of his life to him. I'm sure Clarissa would be more than willing to fill my shoes since she'd been doing that for a long time now."

"Zara darling," I heard my father's strained voice. I shut my eyes, the headache coursing through my brain in waves. When I reopened them I clenched my right fist. 

"Mother, If you can't accept that, then maybe we should go our separate ways."

There was a long, tense silence I thought they'd get off my back with that. I hoped, but my parents were equally difficult and stubborn. I got that from them. 

"Very well," my mother finally spat coldly, "consider yourself cut off from the family company and all its resources. You want to be independent? Then let's see how far you get on your own with your loser husband."

The line went dead before I could respond. I stared at the phone for a moment, several emotions raced through me, anger and relief becoming dominant. 

I had known this would happen, but hearing it still stung. I had just been disowned by my own family. Although not entirely but… what was left?

I wasn't the eldest child. As such they could easily do away with me. My older brother was to become Alpha after my dad. I was their only daughter. One would think that'll count.

Fine, I thought, setting the phone down with a deep exhale. If they wanted to cut me off, so be it. 

I would find my way. I had more than enough skills to make it on my own. I didn't need their money or their approval.

I walked back to the bed, picked up my laptop from the bed stand, turned it on, opened a new document and began typing out my resume. 

My fingers flew over the keyboard, fueled by a defiant energy I hadn't felt in years. 

Within an hour, I polished my resume and sent it to several top companies, including Aurora Conglomerate Inc., the most prestigious firm in the country, specializing in Renewable Energy, Advanced Technology, Luxury Real Estate, Finance, and Investment. 

They were exactly the kind of place I needed to prove myself.

I hit send, feeling a rush of satisfaction. 

I didn't have dinner with Snow as expected. I had it brought to my room. Prior, when something emotional happens, I end up losing my appetite but after my rebirth, I pushed the pain back and focused on my meal.

The next morning, I woke up to a series of messages both from Ella and Ivan. There was only one from Clarissa and I didn't bother checking it. 

I went for Ella first. She was concerned, as any reasonable bestie. I texted her back, assuring her I was okay and married, thanking her for the rich call boy she sent.

I did not wait for her text and immediately switched off my phone.