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I woke up on the day my legal guardian, Beau, became delirious from painkillers. This time, I didn’t stay by his side. I did as he asked and called Claire. In my previous life, I’d fallen in love with Beau—the man who raised me. That day, he’d had an accident and taken too many painkillers, losing himself completely. Instead of calling Claire, I’d stayed with him. A month later, I found out I was pregnant. Beau married me for the baby. On our wedding day, Claire was in a horrific car accident while traveling overseas. Before she died, she called Beau one hundred and ninety-nine times, begging for help. He didn’t answer a single one. Later, Beau stared at those one hundred and ninety-nine missed calls in silence. He didn't break that silence until the day I went into labor, when he locked me in the basement. I begged him to take me to the hospital. He just stood there, watching as our child and I died together on the cold floor. The last thing I heard him say was, “If you hadn’t gotten pregnant, I never would have married you. I wouldn’t have missed Claire’s calls, either. You deserved this.” When I opened my eyes again, I was back on that day. ... “Xenia, call Claire. Now.” Hearing those words again jolted me back to reality. I was really back. I grabbed my phone and dialed Claire’s number without a second thought. Beau Mercer’s face was flushed, his breathing shallow and ragged. His eyes were unfocused, lost in the haze of the drugs. Last time, that look had been enough to make me disobey him. It had ended in my own brutal death. This time, I avoided his gaze and slipped out of the room. “Just hold on, Beau. Claire will be here in ten minutes.” The door clicked shut behind me, and I heard him murmur my name. I didn’t answer. I just stood outside the door and waited. Ten minutes later, Claire arrived. Her eyes landed on me first, her expression a complicated mix of suspicion and relief. She scanned my clothes, and only after confirming I was untouched did the tension leave her shoulders. Before pushing the door open, she threw a sentence over her shoulder. “You can go. You’re not needed here.” I turned and went upstairs to my room. It wasn't until late that night that the sounds from downstairs finally faded. I sat on the edge of my bed, the memories of my last life replaying in my mind. Back then, I’d been so in love with Beau that I’d stayed to take care of him myself. A month later, I was pregnant. He married me. But on our wedding day, Claire died in an accident. He lost the woman he’d always wanted to marry. He didn’t lash out right away. He held all that rage inside until I was about to give birth. Then he locked me in the basement. The pain was so blinding I nearly passed out. I cried. I begged. I told him I didn’t care if I died, as long as he saved the baby. But he didn’t move. He just stood there and watched me bleed out, watched our child die before it could even be born. In this life, I did what he wanted and called Claire. And soon, I would leave this place for good. The next morning, Claire was at the Mercer breakfast table. Beau took a bite of his eggs and a sip of coffee before speaking. “Claire is my girlfriend, and I intend to marry her. You will all treat her with respect.” His gaze landed on me, and he tapped his fork against his plate. “Especially you. Show my future wife some respect. Don’t make trouble.” I nodded. The corner of Claire’s mouth twitched into a smug little smile. I ignored her and stood to go back to my room. I’d barely pushed my chair back when Claire’s voice, thick with crocodile tears, stopped me. “Beau, does Xenia not want me here? I know how important she is to you. If she doesn’t like me, maybe I should just go.” A few tears slid down her cheeks as she spoke. Beau’s brow furrowed, his eyes snapping to me.......

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“Are you seriously putting eighty percent of your assets into a new trust for Savannah?” My husband Clay’s friend sounded utterly incredulous. “What about Elara? She gave you a son!” My husband, heir to a Texas oil empire, just lifted his glass. His voice was cold. “A woman from the right kind of family would never sign this agreement.” “Her lawyers would tear it to shreds.” He paused, the corner of his mouth twisting into a cruel smile. “But Elara will.” “She’s just a poor girl from the Appalachian mountains. She’s obedient. And she loves me.” “She’ll sign anything for me.” … I stood frozen outside the study, my blood turning to ice. *She’ll sign anything for me.* The words were poisoned icicles in my heart. Inside, Clay’s friend was still pressing him, his voice tight with urgency. “Clay, even if you give Elara nothing, Mason is your son. You’re cutting him out, too. That’s brutal.” Another voice chimed in, mocking. “Speaking of Savannah, I heard that count she married in Europe can’t have kids. That boy of hers…” “Shut up.” Clay’s voice dropped, as sharp and cold as a frozen lake in a Texas winter. “Anyone who jokes about Savannah’s reputation again will find out what happens when I turn on a friend.” The room went silent. A moment later, the same friend changed the subject, his voice laced with confusion. “With terms like these, I can’t believe Elara will agree. She’s not stupid.” Clay gave a soft, arrogant laugh—the sound of a man who believed he controlled everything. “She will.” “Elara isn’t materialistic. In seven years of marriage, the only thing she’s ever wanted is my love and to be a real part of this family.” “She’s desperate to be the legitimate Mrs. Beaumont.” … I stood outside the door, the warm Texas wind unable to touch the chill in my bones. So he knew. He’d known all along. He knew how hard I had tried to fit in, how desperately I had longed for a single scrap of sincerity from him. For seven years. Even after giving him a son, I was still the girl from the Appalachians who didn’t belong. He had never truly seen me as his wife. Now, to make room for his first love, Savannah, he was finally willing to give me a “formal” identity: a paid household manager, bound by a legal document. In that instant, seven years of devotion burned to ash. I no longer wanted to be Mrs. Beaumont.I pushed open the study door. My hand was shaking, but my spine was straight. The conversation stopped cold. Clay’s friends watched me with probing eyes, but I ignored them. I walked right up to Clay, forcing down the storm of emotions inside me. “Clay, I’d like to host a small family dinner to welcome Nana.” I added, “She was just diagnosed with severe pulmonary fibrosis. The doctors said the dry Texas climate might help. This is the first time she’s ever been this far from home.” Clay was about to speak when his phone rang. The moment he saw the caller ID, his eyes softened with a tenderness I had never seen directed at me. Savannah’s tearful voice drifted from the receiver. “Clay, my horse got spooked at the polo club… I’m so scared. Can you come get me?” Clay stood up instantly, without a flicker of hesitation. “I’ll be right there.” On instinct, I grabbed his sleeve. “Nana has been looking forward to this…” He ripped his arm from my grasp, his voice dripping with condescending impatience. “Elara, do you really think some old woman from the mountains cares about a welcome dinner?” I froze. He leaned in close, his warm breath brushing my ear as he spoke words as cold and clear as ice. “You want to be a good Mrs. Beaumont? Then learn your place.” With that, he and his friends were gone. The study was terrifyingly quiet. I stood there for a long moment. Then, a laugh escaped my lips. Something inside my chest had just shattered for good. Fine.I went back to my......

Jeffery, an Alpha hitman, gets pregnant after a one-night stand with Marcus, the Lycan King. Fearing his dangerous life, he abandons their newborn son and flees. Three years later, they meet again in a beast arena. Marcus recognizes Jeffery and forces him to stay, for their sick son needs cord blood from a sibling to recover. As they expose evil schemes of illegal clinics and past lies, affection grows between them. Jeffery conceives a second child and plans to run away again after delivery, yet he is finally kept by Marcus forever, forming an inseparable family with their two kids.