Lily

At my bastard father's birthday party, I was drugged by my sister Emily—and worse, she planned to have her boyfriend assault me. As the substance coursed through my veins, desire began overwhelming my rational mind. But in that moment of vulnerability, my contract husband saved me. I found myself burning only for him. What started as his attempt to help me through the drug's effects became a night of raw, passionate intimacy that shattered every boundary we'd carefully constructed. In his arms, I discovered a hunger I never knew existed, and he claimed me with a possessive intensity that left us both breathless...
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When Amelia Thompson signed that marriage contract, she never knew her husband was an FBI undercover agent.
Ethan Black approached her to investigate Viktor Group—the corrupt corporation where her late mother worked. To him, Amelia was just another lead, possibly the conspirator's daughter he was sworn to destroy.
But three months of marriage changed everything. Her warmth and fierce independence dismantled every defense around his heart—until the day she vanished.
Three years later, she returns with their child, seeking the truth about her mother's death. And he's no longer just an FBI agent, but a man desperate to win her back.
A Marriage Contract. A Life-Changing Inheritance. A Heart-Shattering Betrayal.
This time, can love survive the ultimate deception?

"White wolf! Kill that monster!"
That roar stole my eighteenth birthday and shattered my world. My first shift should have been glory—blood turned blessing into shame. By dawn they'd branded me "cursed": cast out by my pack, abandoned by family, stripped of my nature. My father didn't defend me—he sent me to a forsaken island where wolfless outcasts were forged into weapons, forced to kill each other until only one could leave.
On that island I learned the darkest edges of humanity and how to bury terror in bone. Countless times I wanted to surrender—dive into the waves and never surface—but the accusing faces that haunted my dreams pushed me back toward something colder than survival: revenge. I escaped, and for three years I hid among humans, collecting secrets, learning to move like a shadow, sharpening patience into precision—becoming a blade.
Then, under a full moon, I touched a bleeding stranger—and my wolf returned with a violence that made me whole. Who was he? Why could he wake what I'd thought dead?
One thing I know: now is the time.
I have waited three years for this. I will make everyone who destroyed me pay—and take back everything that was stolen from me.

After spending a full day at the FBI analyzing criminal profiles, I dragged my exhausted body home to find Marcus down on one knee, surrounded by candles and roses filling the entire room.

"Isabella, marry me." He stared at me with something in his eyes that I mistook for devotion at the time. "Let's have the wedding soon. I can't wait any longer."

That ring was everything I wanted—being with him, away from all those bloody cases.

"Yes." Tears came instantly. "Yes, I will."

How could I say no? We were such a perfect match. I'd helped him with his AI project, doing behavioral analysis; and he gave me warmth beyond the hunt for killers.

But as he slipped that ring onto my finger, how could I have known I was embracing a monster?

Our wedding? It won't be a celebration.

It will be his doom.

Three years ago, I abandoned my crown and my name. I wanted "ordinary love." I thought I was choosing freedom.

What a joke.

The fake heiress flaunted my necklace. The man I funded swaggered around his company, brazenly declaring: "Real success doesn't come from privilege. I despise spoiled rich kids."

Then he turned around and slept with her—because greed always recognizes greed.

So when I appeared at her birthday party in haute couture, stepping out of a Rolls-Royce with lawyers and media trailing behind me like an imperial entourage—every spotlight followed me.

Every whisper fell silent.

They finally learned the truth:

The identity she flaunted? Mine.

The mansion she posed in? Mine.

The man she stole? Nothing but trash I'd long since discarded.

I'm not here to fight for anything. I'm here to reclaim what was always mine.

As for those two? They don't even deserve to kneel at my hem, let alone touch it.

"Not pregnant again?"
Those three words have become more familiar than "I love you" in my marriage. For two years, I've dreaded the monthly ritual—the single line on the test, Damon's disappointed sigh, his mechanical "We'll try again."
Until yesterday.
"Congratulations, you're four weeks along," the doctor beamed, sliding the report across her desk.
I gripped that paper like a lifeline, tears streaming down my face as I touched my still-flat belly. Finally, he'll look at me the way he used to.
But some victories come with a price I never saw coming...

"You're just adopted. Know your place."
"She's your sister—what's so hard about letting her have it?"

Those two sentences were my life sentence.
I gift-wrapped my pain, mistook silence for virtue,
foolishly believing that if I just endured enough, someone might love me back.

Until the day I watched my sister take my fiancé, while they all acted like she deserved him more than I did.

That's when it hit me—I'd been fighting for a seat at a table that was never set for me.

No screaming. No begging. I just turned around and picked up Sophia.

Walking away wasn't giving up. It was finally getting it—you can't make a home where you were never meant to belong.

You want to know why I left the mafia? Because I had a kid. That's it. I didn't care if I died, but I cared if she did, so I cleaned myself up, proved I wasn't a threat anymore.
Ten years, every single day, I thought about going home, holding her, hearing her laugh again. And the moment I opened that door, I knew something was wrong. She smiled, but it wasn't real. Her eyes didn't look at me the way they should. Even the way she stood wasn't like my child.
My mind tried to explain it away, but my heart already knew—she wasn't my daughter.

Five years ago, I walked away pregnant and heartbroken.
He chose someone else.
He let me go without looking back.

Now I’ve returned—with a son who carries his blood
and a strength I never knew I had.

He kneels, begging for forgiveness.

Five years ago, my sister vanished the night before her wedding. She left behind a crying newborn in a crib and a mafia heir on the verge of losing control.

And I was forced into her place—the temporary bride, the contract wife, the whispered “replacement” in every gilded hallway.

I thought I only had to survive five years. Five years to earn what I was promised, and then walk away from this city of shadows and blood.

I clawed my way through bullets, politics, and betrayal. I earned respect. I gained power.
And somehow... I tasted a tenderness I was never meant to have.

Now, with only ten days left on our marriage contract, I thought everything was finally under control. I thought freedom and power were within reach.

Until she came back—wrapped in grace, dripping secrets, smiling as if she owned the world she abandoned.

She looked at me and said, “Little sister, give me back my life.”

In three days, I'll put on the white ceremonial dress and stand beneath the moonlight, addressed by the entire pack as—his Luna.
I've replayed that moment countless times: his hand closing around mine, his voice declaring our bond to the tribe,
and me—no longer an ordinary Omega, but the partner who stands beside an Alpha.
In my mind, that moment has always felt like fate.
I've believed that the second I step onto that ritual platform, my life will change forever—
as if every wait, every hope I've ever held, will finally be answered.
I keep telling myself:
destiny is waiting for me.
I just don't know
what it's preparing to give.

I was born into a powerful duke’s family—the kind everyone envied.
For years, I lived as the perfect daughter: admired, protected, untouchable.
Until the day a timid girl walked into our mansion. She kept her head down, too nervous to speak. She had never worn silk, never learned table manners. I thought she was the maid’s child, so I taught her how to smile, how to behave.
I believed I was helping her. But when she transferred to my school, she changed.
She cried at the right time, said the right words, and everyone took her side.
Then I found out the truth—she wasn’t a servant’s daughter, she was my father’s illegitimate child
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And then she took everything from me.
I thought that was the end, but when I opened my eyes again, time had rewound.
Everything had started over.

Na przyjęciu urodzinowym mojego podłego ojca, zostałam odurzona przez moją siostrę Emily—a co gorsza, planowała, aby jej chłopak mnie zaatakował. Gdy substancja krążyła w moich żyłach, pożądanie zaczęło przytłaczać mój racjonalny umysł. Ale w tej chwili słabości, mój mąż z kontraktu mnie uratował. Okazało się, że płonę tylko dla niego. To, co zaczęło się jako jego próba pomocy mi w przezwyciężeniu efektów narkotyku, zamieniło się w noc surowej, namiętnej intymności, która zburzyła każdą granicę, którą starannie zbudowaliśmy. W jego ramionach odkryłam głód, o którym nie wiedziałam, że istnieje, a on rościł sobie prawo do mnie z taką intensywnością, że oboje zostaliśmy bez tchu...
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Kiedy Amelia Thompson podpisała ten kontrakt małżeński, nie wiedziała, że jej mąż był tajnym agentem FBI.
Ethan Black podszedł do niej, aby zbadać Viktor Group—skorumpowaną korporację, w której pracowała jej zmarła matka. Dla niego Amelia była tylko kolejnym tropem, możliwie córką spiskowca, którego miał zniszczyć.
Ale trzy miesiące małżeństwa zmieniły wszystko. Jej ciepło i zaciekła niezależność rozmontowały każdą obronę wokół jego serca—aż do dnia, kiedy zniknęła.
Trzy lata później wraca z ich dzieckiem, szukając prawdy o śmierci swojej matki. I nie jest już tylko agentem FBI, ale człowiekiem desperacko pragnącym ją odzyskać.
Kontrakt małżeński. Dziedzictwo zmieniające życie. Zdrada łamiąca serce.
Czy tym razem miłość przetrwa największe oszustwo?

Auf der Geburtstagsparty meines elenden Vaters wurde ich von meiner Schwester Emily unter Drogen gesetzt – und schlimmer noch, sie plante, dass ihr Freund mich angreift. Während die Substanz durch meine Adern floss, begann das Verlangen meinen rationalen Verstand zu überwältigen. Doch in diesem Moment der Verletzlichkeit rettete mich mein Vertragsehemann. Ich fand mich wieder, brennend nur für ihn. Was als sein Versuch begann, mir durch die Wirkung der Droge zu helfen, wurde zu einer Nacht roher, leidenschaftlicher Intimität, die jede Grenze, die wir sorgfältig konstruiert hatten, zerschmetterte. In seinen Armen entdeckte ich ein Verlangen, das mir vorher unbekannt war, und er beanspruchte mich mit einer besitzergreifenden Intensität, die uns beide atemlos zurückließ...
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Als Amelia Thompson den Ehevertrag unterschrieb, wusste sie nicht, dass ihr Ehemann ein verdeckter FBI-Agent war.
Ethan Black näherte sich ihr, um die Viktor Group zu untersuchen – die korrupte Firma, bei der ihre verstorbene Mutter arbeitete. Für ihn war Amelia nur eine weitere Spur, möglicherweise die Tochter des Verschwörers, den er zu zerstören geschworen hatte.
Doch drei Monate Ehe änderten alles. Ihre Wärme und ihr kämpferischer Unabhängigkeit demontierten jede Verteidigung um sein Herz – bis zu dem Tag, an dem sie verschwand.
Drei Jahre später kehrt sie mit ihrem Kind zurück, um die Wahrheit über den Tod ihrer Mutter zu suchen. Und er ist nicht mehr nur ein FBI-Agent, sondern ein Mann, der verzweifelt versucht, sie zurückzugewinnen.
Ein Ehevertrag. Ein lebensveränderndes Erbe. Ein herzzerreißender Verrat.
Kann die Liebe diesmal die ultimative Täuschung überleben?

Na festa de aniversário do meu pai bastardo, fui drogada pela minha irmã Emily—e pior, ela planejou que seu namorado me atacasse. À medida que a substância corria pelas minhas veias, o desejo começou a dominar minha mente racional. Mas naquele momento de vulnerabilidade, meu marido por contrato me salvou. Eu me vi ardendo apenas por ele. O que começou como uma tentativa dele de me ajudar a superar os efeitos da droga se transformou em uma noite de intimidade crua e apaixonada que quebrou todas as barreiras que havíamos cuidadosamente construído. Em seus braços, descobri uma fome que nunca soube que existia, e ele me reivindicou com uma intensidade possessiva que nos deixou sem fôlego...
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Quando Amelia Thompson assinou aquele contrato de casamento, ela nunca soube que seu marido era um agente disfarçado do FBI.
Ethan Black se aproximou dela para investigar o Grupo Viktor—a corporação corrupta onde sua falecida mãe trabalhava. Para ele, Amelia era apenas mais uma pista, possivelmente a filha do conspirador que ele jurou destruir.
Mas três meses de casamento mudaram tudo. O calor e a independência feroz dela desmantelaram todas as defesas ao redor do coração dele—até o dia em que ela desapareceu.
Três anos depois, ela retorna com o filho deles, buscando a verdade sobre a morte de sua mãe. E ele não é mais apenas um agente do FBI, mas um homem desesperado para reconquistá-la.
Um Contrato de Casamento. Uma Herança que Muda a Vida. Uma Traição Devastadora.
Desta vez, será que o amor pode sobreviver à decepção definitiva?

ในงานวันเกิดของพ่อสารเลว ฉันถูกเอมิลี่ พี่สาวของฉันเองวางยา—และที่เลวร้ายกว่านั้น เธอยังวางแผนให้แฟนหนุ่มของเธอมาล่วงละเมิดฉันอีกด้วย ขณะที่ตัวยาแล่นพล่านไปทั่วร่าง ความปรารถนาก็เริ่มเข้าครอบงำสติสัมปชัญญะของฉัน แต่ในชั่วขณะที่ฉันอ่อนแอที่สุด สามีในสัญญาของฉันก็ได้ช่วยฉันไว้ ฉันพบว่าตัวเองรุ่มร้อนปรารถนาเพียงแค่เขาผู้เดียว สิ่งที่เริ่มต้นจากการที่เขาพยายามช่วยให้ฉันพ้นจากฤทธิ์ยา กลับกลายเป็นค่ำคืนแห่งความใกล้ชิดอันดิบเถื่อนและเร่าร้อนที่ทลายทุกกำแพงที่เราต่างสร้างขึ้นมาอย่างระมัดระวัง ในอ้อมแขนของเขา ฉันได้ค้นพบความกระหายที่ตัวเองไม่เคยรู้ว่ามีอยู่ และเขาได้ครอบครองฉันด้วยความต้องการเป็นเจ้าของอย่างรุนแรงจนเราทั้งคู่แทบหยุดหายใจ...
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เมื่ออมีเลีย ทอมป์สัน เซ็นสัญญาแต่งงานฉบับนั้น เธอไม่เคยรู้เลยว่าสามีของเธอคือเจ้าหน้าที่เอฟบีไอที่แฝงตัวมา
อีธาน แบล็ก เข้าหาเธอเพื่อสืบสวนเกี่ยวกับวิกเตอร์กรุ๊ป—บริษัททุจริตที่แม่ผู้ล่วงลับของเธอเคยทำงานอยู่ สำหรับเขาแล้ว อมีเลียเป็นเพียงเบาะแสหนึ่ง อาจเป็นลูกสาวของผู้สมรู้ร่วมคิดที่เขาสาบานว่าจะต้องทำลายให้สิ้นซาก
แต่ชีวิตแต่งงานสามเดือนได้เปลี่ยนแปลงทุกสิ่ง ความอบอุ่นและความเด็ดเดี่ยวรักอิสระของเธอได้ทลายกำแพงป้องกันรอบหัวใจของเขาลง—จนกระทั่งวันที่เธอหายตัวไป
สามปีต่อมา เธอกลับมาพร้อมกับลูกของพวกเขาทั้งสอง เพื่อค้นหาความจริงเกี่ยวกับการตายของแม่ และเขาไม่ได้เป็นเพียงเจ้าหน้าที่เอฟบีไออีกต่อไป แต่เป็นชายผู้หนึ่งที่ทำทุกวิถีทางเพื่อให้ได้เธอกลับคืนมา
สัญญาแต่งงาน มรดกเปลี่ยนชีวิต การหักหลังที่หัวใจต้องแหลกสลาย
ครั้งนี้... ความรักจะสามารถเอาชนะกลลวงครั้งใหญ่หลวงที่สุดได้หรือไม่?

Lors de la fête d'anniversaire de mon père bâtard, ma sœur Emily m'a droguée – et pire encore, elle avait prévu que son petit ami me viole. Alors que la substance se répandait dans mes veines, le désir commençait à submerger mon esprit rationnel. Mais dans ce moment de vulnérabilité, mon mari par contrat m'a sauvée. Je me suis retrouvée à brûler uniquement pour lui. Ce qui avait commencé comme une tentative de m'aider à traverser les effets de la drogue est devenu une nuit d'intimité brute et passionnée qui a brisé toutes les barrières que nous avions soigneusement érigées. Dans ses bras, j'ai découvert une faim que je ne connaissais pas, et il m'a revendiquée avec une intensité possessive qui nous a laissés tous deux à bout de souffle...
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Quand Amelia Thompson a signé ce contrat de mariage, elle ne savait pas que son mari était un agent infiltré du FBI.
Ethan Black l'a approchée pour enquêter sur le Groupe Viktor – la corporation corrompue où travaillait sa défunte mère. Pour lui, Amelia n'était qu'une autre piste, peut-être la fille du conspirateur qu'il était juré de détruire.
Mais trois mois de mariage ont tout changé. Sa chaleur et son indépendance farouche ont démantelé toutes les défenses autour de son cœur – jusqu'au jour où elle a disparu.
Trois ans plus tard, elle revient avec leur enfant, cherchant la vérité sur la mort de sa mère. Et il n'est plus seulement un agent du FBI, mais un homme désespéré de la reconquérir.
Un Contrat de Mariage. Un Héritage Qui Change La Vie. Une Trahison Dévastatrice.
Cette fois, l'amour peut-il survivre à la tromperie ultime ?

En la fiesta de cumpleaños de mi padre bastardo, mi hermana Emily me drogó—y peor aún, planeaba que su novio me agrediera. Mientras la sustancia recorría mis venas, el deseo comenzó a abrumar mi mente racional. Pero en ese momento de vulnerabilidad, mi esposo por contrato me salvó. Me encontré ardiendo solo por él. Lo que comenzó como su intento de ayudarme a superar los efectos de la droga se convirtió en una noche de intimidad cruda y apasionada que rompió todas las barreras que habíamos construido cuidadosamente. En sus brazos, descubrí un hambre que nunca supe que existía, y él me reclamó con una intensidad posesiva que nos dejó a ambos sin aliento...

Cuando Amelia Thompson firmó ese contrato de matrimonio, nunca supo que su esposo era un agente encubierto del FBI.

Ethan Black se acercó a ella para investigar el Grupo Viktor—la corporación corrupta donde trabajaba su difunta madre. Para él, Amelia era solo otra pista, posiblemente la hija del conspirador que estaba jurado a destruir.

Pero tres meses de matrimonio lo cambiaron todo. Su calidez e independencia feroz desmantelaron cada defensa alrededor de su corazón—hasta el día en que ella desapareció.

Tres años después, ella regresa con su hijo, buscando la verdad sobre la muerte de su madre. Y él ya no es solo un agente del FBI, sino un hombre desesperado por recuperarla.

Un Contrato de Matrimonio. Una Herencia que Cambia la Vida. Una Traición que Rompe el Corazón.

¿Podrá el amor sobrevivir esta vez a la máxima decepción?

Alla festa di compleanno del mio padre bastardo, sono stata drogata da mia sorella Emily—e peggio ancora, lei aveva pianificato di farmi aggredire dal suo fidanzato. Mentre la sostanza scorreva nelle mie vene, il desiderio cominciava a sopraffare la mia mente razionale. Ma in quel momento di vulnerabilità, mio marito per contratto mi ha salvata. Mi sono ritrovata a bruciare solo per lui. Quello che è iniziato come il suo tentativo di aiutarmi a superare gli effetti della droga è diventato una notte di intimità cruda e appassionata che ha infranto ogni confine che avevamo accuratamente costruito. Tra le sue braccia, ho scoperto una fame che non sapevo esistesse, e lui mi ha reclamata con un'intensità possessiva che ci ha lasciati entrambi senza fiato...

Quando Amelia Thompson ha firmato quel contratto di matrimonio, non sapeva che suo marito fosse un agente sotto copertura dell'FBI.
Ethan Black si era avvicinato a lei per investigare sul Viktor Group—la corrotta corporazione dove lavorava la sua defunta madre. Per lui, Amelia era solo un'altra pista, forse la figlia del cospiratore che era giurato di distruggere.
Ma tre mesi di matrimonio hanno cambiato tutto. Il suo calore e la sua feroce indipendenza hanno smantellato ogni difesa intorno al suo cuore—fino al giorno in cui lei è scomparsa.
Tre anni dopo, ritorna con il loro bambino, cercando la verità sulla morte di sua madre. E lui non è più solo un agente dell'FBI, ma un uomo disperato di riconquistarla.
Un contratto di matrimonio. Un'eredità che cambia la vita. Un tradimento che spezza il cuore.
Questa volta, l'amore può sopravvivere all'inganno definitivo?

Babamın doğum günü partisinde, kız kardeşim Emily tarafından uyuşturulmuştum—daha da kötüsü, erkek arkadaşının bana saldırmasını planlamıştı. Madde damarlarımdan akarken, arzu aklımı ele geçirmeye başladı. Ama o kırılgan anımda, sözleşmeli kocam beni kurtardı. Kendimi sadece ona yanarken buldum. Onun, ilacın etkilerini atlatmam için yaptığı yardım, sınırlarımızı yıkan ham, tutkulu bir geceye dönüştü. Kollarında, varlığını hiç bilmediğim bir açlığı keşfettim ve beni sahiplenici bir yoğunlukla sahiplendi, ikimizi de nefessiz bıraktı...
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Amelia Thompson o evlilik sözleşmesini imzaladığında, kocasının FBI gizli ajanı olduğunu bilmiyordu.
Ethan Black, Amelia'nın rahmetli annesinin çalıştığı yozlaşmış Viktor Grubu'nu araştırmak için ona yaklaşmıştı. Amelia, onun için sadece bir ipucuydu, yok edilmesi gereken komplocunun kızı olabilirdi.
Ancak üç aylık evlilik her şeyi değiştirdi. Onun sıcaklığı ve güçlü bağımsızlığı Ethan'ın kalbindeki tüm savunmaları yıktı—ta ki Amelia bir gün ortadan kaybolana kadar.
Üç yıl sonra, Amelia annesinin ölümü hakkındaki gerçeği aramak için çocuklarıyla geri döner. Ve Ethan artık sadece bir FBI ajanı değil, onu geri kazanmak için umutsuz bir adamdır.
Bir Evlilik Sözleşmesi. Hayatı Değiştiren Bir Miras. Kalbi Parçalayan Bir İhanet.
Bu sefer, aşk en büyük aldatmacaya dayanabilir mi?

I grew up in the slums—no father, no real home, and a foster mother who drowned herself in alcohol every night. She was volatile, often violent, yet she was also the woman who picked me up from the roadside and kept me alive. For eighteen years, I learned to survive between rusted alleyways and crumbling buildings, learned not to bend under fate, and learned to look down on those cowards who preyed on the weak.

To protect others, I often fought until my knuckles split open; to protect myself, I buried all my rage deep inside. I thought this was the life I was destined for—poverty, violence, chaos, but real in a way that still felt like mine.

Until one day, a group of strangers stepped into my shabby apartment and told me, “Zara, you don’t belong here. You’re our lost Alpha heir.”

As the lady of an old manor, I once believed I had everything—a powerful family name, immense wealth, flawless social standing, and a husband the world praised as perfect.
He was attentive and tender, and I truly thought my happiness would only deepen once our baby arrived. But during a walk in the garden, I slipped and fell into the pond—water, darkness, suffocation.
I thought I had killed myself and my unborn child with one careless misstep… until a voice whispered to me in the void: “You were murdered.”

When my mother died, our home fell unbearably silent.
And just when I was at my weakest, my father brought a strange girl into our house.
She was sweet, polite, effortlessly lovable—everyone adored her.
Everyone but me.
Because something about her felt wrong—as if her arrival was never a coincidence.

I was his most obedient blood slave. When he needed strength, I offered my blood; when he was irritable, I endured his temper. Even when he held his new lover and prepared for their wedding, I stayed silent at his feet. He thought I was born to bow, never realizing the poison hidden deep in my veins—the poison meant to end him. And when he bit into my skin for the final time, what he drank wasn’t power but his own doom. As his bloodline collapsed before my eyes, he finally fell to his knees, trembling, begging me for mercy. I only looked at him and smiled. He never understood—I was never his plaything. I was merely waiting for the right moment to take my revenge.

Three years ago, I woke up in the body of a wealthy heiress, but this new life came with a strange rule: marry the man meant to be my husband, then "die" at the right moment to return to my own world.

I thought I could do it. None of this belonged to me anyway. But the longer I stayed, the harder it became to leave. His warmth, his quiet protectiveness, and the ease of this privileged life made me hesitate. I stopped thinking about going back because I was afraid completing the mission would make everything disappear.

So I pretended the task didn’t matter. Pretended I truly belonged here.
Until reality reminded me—when you fall in love with a world that isn’t yours, it will eventually show you, in its own way, that you never belonged in it at all.