I gazed down below from the second floor of the Campbell mansion and my eyes landed on my husband, dancing with his lover and steering her towards the center of the room.
My husband's family had gathered to celebrate his grandmother's 90th birthday, a huge occasion in the country. The Campbell family was a powerful one. They'd built the nation's largest megacorp, with investments in everything from food services to real estate, tech, healthcare, and media. Yet, Byron shamelessly invited his lover, Kiara, to the event. He leaned in closer to her and as his lips brushed against her ear, she let out a high-pitched giggle that cut through the music. She was acting like a teenager, and Byron's face lit up with a happiness that I had never seen in his eyes. With me, he was always frowning. A stranger would think Byron and Kiara were newlyweds on their honeymoon and lost in their own world. My normal reaction should be rage. I should storm downstairs and demand a divorce, or at least cause a scene. Instead, I found myself staring at my husband's lover's perfectly sculpted butt that looked wider than a mountain road. Her beauty was the loud, attention-grabbing kind, impossible to ignore, and she was everything that Byron desired—an elegant, billionaire's daughter who matched the Campbell reputation far better than I ever could. I was just an ordinary driver's daughter. How could my husband not be obsessed with her? She was perfect. I refused to look away. Byron’s hand was firmly planted on her hip, and his fingers dug into her flesh as he laughed at something she whispered in his ear. I remained upstairs, out of sight, hoping to make things less awkward for everyone. No one would notice my absence anyway. I was just an accessory to Byron’s life, something to be shown off when it suited him and discarded when it didn't. Laughter floated from the hall. The air conditioning was blasting at full force, yet I felt an uncomfortable heat creeping up my neck. I tried to steady myself, smoothing out my dress as if it would somehow make me feel better. My hand drifted to my waist. There was nothing to hold onto, no curve or shape to compete with Kiara's. I wondered, not for the first time, if surgery for a bigger butt could make me into the woman Byron wanted. Maybe then I could save my marriage. But I knew better. It wasn't about having a big butt. Byron despised me and everyone knew. I was nothing more than the mother of his child. If it weren't for our son, Valen, he would have divorced me long ago. I could feel the pity in some guests' eyes. Others looked at me with disgust, silently accusing me of being a gold digger for clinging to a man who clearly didn’t want me. The click of heels approaching behind me distracted me from my thoughts. I didn't need to turn around to know who it was. My mother-in-law, Meredith, walked past me with a smirk on her face. Her eyes were cold and lifeless, like a big snake sizing up its prey. She didn't bother to hide her hatred for me. “Only desperate whores wear such brightly colored lipstick. Your pathetic attempts to make my son love you are failing miserably.” I didn’t respond, instead my grip on the railing tightened. Meredith had always made it clear that I was beneath her, unworthy of the Campbell name. She stood beside me and fixed her gaze on her son and his lover, who were now wrapped in each other’s arms on the dance floor. “They look good together, don’t you think? Kiara is a beautiful woman; she’d make a much better daughter-in-law. If you hadn’t wormed your way into my family with your dirty lies…” I tuned her out. I had grown numb to Meredith’s constant attacks. She was always the same, repeating her insults like a broken record. From the moment Byron had denied our one-night stand five years ago, she had taken his side, refusing to believe that her precious son could do anything wrong. But the proof was in our son, Valen, who was a spitting image of his father. Byron’s love for our son was genuine. I knew that if I ever asked for a divorce, my husband would use our son against me. He would fight for custody, claiming that he was the better parent and the primary provider. But I was determined to protect Valen. I would fight with everything I had to keep him with me, even if it meant enduring he'll in a loveless marriage. He'd chosen to marry me, but he was never truly invested in our relationship. I was left constantly trying to prove that I was worthy of his love, though deep down I knew it was a lost cause. In the first two years of our marriage, I lived in denial, convincing myself that Byron—the same man who got me drunk the night we met, slept with me, and then denied knowing me the next day—would eventually love me. I clung to the hope that things would get better. But I had long since given up on winning his love. Now, all I wanted was for him to show me a little respect. “It’s time to cut the cake,” my father-in-law’s voice boomed through the room, snapping me out of my thoughts. I swallowed hard, trying to push down the lump in my throat as I made my way downstairs. The last thing I wanted was to be a part of this celebration, but I had no choice.I kept my distance from Byron and Kiara. My mom had always said that marrying into the Campbell family was my destiny, a chance to shine bright. But it was ironic, really, because Byron had stopped me from growing my fashion house after our son was born and made me a stay-at-home wife. I was lost in my thoughts when Byron’s aunt, a bitter woman with a sharp tongue, shoved past me. She was Grandma Alice’s only daughter, and she acted like she was better than everyone else, though we all knew the truth—she had driven her own daughter to suicide after sleeping with her fiancé. Yet she continued to walk around with her head held high like a saint. The cake was huge, with nine layers, each more elaborate than the last. Byron and Kiara remained lost in their own little bubble, clinking their wine glasses together in a toast and sharing a sip that was too intimate for comfort. Then, a sudden commotion broke out behind me, drawing my attention. I turned to see what was happening, and my breath caught in my throat. A man had entered the room, and all eyes were on him. He was tall, with dark hair that framed a chiseled face. He moved with a confidence that Byron could never muster, commanding the attention of everyone around him. But it wasn’t just his presence that shocked me—it was the fact that he looked exactly like Byron. Who was this stranger, and why had I never heard of him before? I stood there, trying to process what I was seeing, and my dormant wolf inside me stirred and became mad with desire. It was a feeling I had never experienced before—a powerful force that seemed to pull me towards this man. I felt a strange bond, as if my soul was connected to this stranger. An intoxicating scent filled the air—and I found myself struggling to breathe. I took a step back, placing a hand on my stomach as if to steady myself. My spine stiffened as I fought to reject the impossible truth that was dawning on me. This stranger, this man who was the spitting image of my husband, was my mate.Frozen, I stood there as the shock of this discovery slammed into me. My heart pounded furiously, and I found this stranger’s presence disturbing. Every cell in my body came to life. I didn't know what to make of it. When our eyes met, and his gaze locked onto mine, they held me captive, knocking my breath out of me.The idea of a mate made me warm, but this was wrong.So wrong.How could my husband's brother be my mate? I'd always known Byron had a twin, but I’d never heard much about him because his family rarely spoke of him.He was standing right before me, turning my world upside down. His dark, intense eyes scanned my body like a camera, taking in every detail. I felt naked as if my very soul was laid bare before him."Justin, darling," his mother rushed over, hugging him warmly. His father didn't move. His face was scrunched up with displeasure before he tried to appear unbothered. Byron's face was red, with a vein twitching on his forehead—a clear sign he didn't want his bro
I sat behind my mirror, taking off my earrings and trying to shake off the events of the evening, but my mind wouldn't quiet down. It was going up and down in my thoughts like a crazy loop.Knowing that going back into that house was like stepping into the lion's den, I had to beg the chauffeur to take me back home. Even though the whole family lived on the same estate on the hills, I was glad to be in the safety of my matrimonial house."Stop thinking about him," I mumbled while using my face wipes, rubbing them vigorously against my face as if they could take away the memories of tonight. What would I do? Who would I tell? What would become of me?On one hand, I toyed with the idea of running away with my son, but I knew that was a mission impossible. They'd find us before I even leave the estate gate, worsening the situation.Why did Justin appear out of nowhere to turn my life upside down like the Titanic ship? I had gotten past being bitter about my husband's cheating. Byron even
"I'll be right back," I said to Valen, who kept asking where I was going. I pulled him into my arms and kissed him. If Valen had not been in my life, I'd have left long ago, but now there was another layer to consider.After instructing the housekeeper on what to give my son for lunch, I drove to my parents' house. My hands shook on the wheel, and tears streamed down my face. I couldn't take such abuse from Byron; it's not like I even did anything wrong. I was also crying because I could already envision the result of this visit—I could never find refuge in my family's home.I pulled up to the bungalow, killed the engine, and jumped out of the car, banging on the front door urgently. My mom's annoyed voice asked who was trying to break the door."Alexis, honey, are the police pursuing you?" she asked after swinging the door open. "What are you doing here?"Before I could say a word, she launched into it. "I read about the party last night, sweetheart. Why didn't you inform me? You’re
My gaze locked onto Alexis, and I yearned to strengthen our mating bond. The emotion was so strong, and I could feel every beat of her heart and every fucking sensation flooding her body. It made my mouth moist, and I felt goosebumps all over.I never believed in unconditional love. Everybody wanted something from someone, and ever since I found out Alexis was my mate, I couldn’t stop the lingering fear that this bond might be a game-changer.She seemed like a scared little girl about to burst out of the room. I looked at her, noticing the notable change since the last time I saw her—the last time she lay sprawled in my bed after a mind-blowing orgasm as she panted and fell back on me.Byron married her. My irritation spiked. The fucker always wanted everything I owned.Alexis' lips pressed together, and she rubbed the back of her neck while I tried to push the upsetting information that my mate was my brother’s wife out of my mind. She looked older, more mature now. My mind cataloge