Too Late For Regret: The Neglected Wife

I am the "wolfless" outcast of the Kensington Pack, treated like a stray dog while my sister Gwyn is the golden pureblood princess. To protect Gwyn's reputation for the Federation's royal heir, my adoptive mother, Luna Eunice, decided to throw me to the slaughter. She ordered me to take Gwyn's place and marry Alpha Garrett, a man rumored to be a disfigured, bloodthirsty monster. To ensure my obedience, Eunice held my comatose foster father hostage, threatening to pull his life support if I dared to refuse. She even sent four elite enforcers to my motel room with orders to break my legs and drag me back by my hair. They thought I was just a useless burden who would quietly accept being their sacrificial lamb. They preached about honor and sacred bloodlines, yet their entire empire was built on disgusting backroom deals. They truly believed they owned my life. But they had no idea the docile girl they used to whip was gone, and the "monster" they feared was the exact same Alpha I had just cured of lethal silver poison. I didn't run away. Instead, I drove a heavy-duty truck straight through the manor's wrought-iron gates during the monthly Pack Council. I dumped the mangled corpses of their elite guards onto the marble steps and played the audio recording of their dirty blackmail for all the Elders to hear. "I will take Gwyn's place and marry the monster," I smiled, watching Eunice collapse in terror. "But my fee is fifty million credits, and it's non-negotiable."

Amelie leaned against the cold hospital wall, her arm bleeding from deep, angry scratches. When her husband of three years rushed down the hallway, she thought he was there to save her. But Elon didn't even glance at her. He ran straight to the woman who had just attacked Amelie—a sobbing model named Jasmine. "Amelie! Have you lost your mind? Do you know she's pregnant with my child!" Elon yelled frantically, his eyes full of furious condemnation before escorting his mistress away. Soon after, her mother-in-law moved the mistress directly into Amelie's marital bedroom for bed rest. They ordered Amelie to publicly accept the baby and swallow her pride, mocking her as a useless wife who couldn't conceive an heir. They threatened that if she didn't clear the mistress's name, she would be divorced and thrown out of the wealthy family with nothing. Staring at the arrogant mistress stroking her belly and her hypocritical husband defending her, Amelie felt a chilling wave of disgust. They were so proud of this new heir, using it as the ultimate weapon to trample on her dignity. But how could a man who was completely sterile get a woman pregnant? The medical report confirming Elon's irreversible infertility was still locked safely in her vault at home. Instead of crying, Amelie calmly turned on her phone camera to expose her bloody wounds to millions online. She was going to tear this elaborate lie to the ground.

One wedding. Two brides. A lethal trap. My stepsister got the sparkling gown and the Mafia’s golden heir. I got a five-dollar dress and a dying groom. My father traded me away to seal a silent assassination, selling me to Damien Carlisle—a paralyzed, disfigured warlord whose enemies were eagerly waiting for sepsis to claim his life. "He won't last a month," my stepsister mocked, pouring wine down my back. "Enjoy being a widow, dear sister." Stranded in a cold, decaying manor with a dying man and traitorous servants, I was expected to weep and perish in the dark. They made one fatal mistake. The weak, pathetic girl they trampled on is gone. In her place stands a soul back from another world—armed with supreme medical tech, lethal toxin mastery, and the V-9 AI system. I opened my medical bag and looked at the sleeping beast beside me. They sent me here to die with a crippled outcast. Instead, I’m going to build an Emperor—and tear their world apart piece by piece.

For five years, I lived a beautiful lie. I was Aliana Hughes, the cherished wife of the city's most feared Mafia Capo and the beloved daughter of the Don. I believed my arranged marriage had blossomed into love. On my birthday, my husband promised me the amusement park. Instead, I found him there with his other family, celebrating the fifth birthday of the son I never knew he had. I overheard their plan. My husband called me a "naive fool," a placeholder to legitimize his secret son. The ultimate betrayal wasn't his affair, but the sight of my own father's car parked across the street. My family wasn't just aware; they were the architects of my ruin. Back home, I found the proof: a secret photo album of my husband's other family posing with my parents, and records showing my father had bankrolled the entire deception. They had even drugged me on weekends so he could play happy family. The grief didn't break me. It turned into something cold and sharp. I was a ghost in a life that was never mine, and a ghost has nothing to lose. I copied every damning file onto a USB drive. As they celebrated their perfect day, I sent a courier with my parting gift: a recording of their treachery. While their world burned, I walked toward the airport, ready to erase myself and start over.

I’m the sister of a pack Gamma, but in the Nightshade Pack, status is everything. My brother Silas keeps warning me to stay away from the Blackwood family, especially the Alpha, Ryker. But I couldn't help it—I’m in love with Cole, the Alpha’s younger brother. I thought our love was a secret sanctuary, a fated bond that defied the pack’s rigid hierarchy. Today, I decided to surprise him at the Packhouse, hoping to be the light in his stressful life as he prepared for the Alpha’s upcoming mate selection ceremony. I snuck into the West Wing, only to find myself in a room that radiated pure, suffocating power. I didn't know I was in Ryker’s private office. When I touched a silver-framed photo of his parents, the door burst open. Ryker didn't just see a trespasser; he saw a violation. His Alpha Command hit me like a physical blow, forcing me to drop the frame. It shattered against the stone hearth, and with it, my entire world. The rage in his eyes was absolute, a cold, terrifying fury that left me trembling on the floor. His future Luna, Mira, stood by, mocking my pathetic state as I scrambled to escape, my hand sliced open by the jagged glass. Why was he so cruel? And why did the scent of my own love, Cole, seem to make them look at me with even more disdain? I couldn't go back to the life I knew. As I sat sobbing on the stairs, abandoned by the man I loved and broken by his brother, I realized I had been completely blind to the darkness of the Blackwood name. I didn't care about the pack rules anymore. I looked at my bleeding hand and made a silent vow: I would uncover the secret behind why the Alpha hated me so much, even if it destroyed the very foundation of the pack.

After we made love, my husband Ethan always did the same thing: he'd pull out papers for me to sign, saying it was just business. I trusted him completely, signing without reading, believing he was handling the boring paperwork so I could focus on my tech company. Then, one night, I heard him on the phone with his childhood friend, Sarah Jenkins. "It' s done, Sarah. I got the last signature." They were draining my accounts, framing me for fraud, and planning to leave me bankrupt and facing prison. My world shattered. This wasn' t just about money; they had meticulously planned this revenge for five years, fueled by a petty college misunderstanding. Every kiss, every "I love you" had been a calculated lie. The man I married was a monster. The betrayal deepened when I discovered I was pregnant. Before I could process the news, Ethan, knowing how my absence for doctor' s appointments would raise questions, took me to the hospital, ostensibly for confirmation. But on the way, he sped up, deliberately causing a car crash that made me lose our baby. Temporarily blinded by the impact and drowning in grief, I was coerced into signing away everything, believing they were insurance forms. It wasn't an accident. I overheard him tell Sarah, "The accident worked perfectly… No more baby to complicate things." He murdered our child. How could the man I loved, the father of my child, be such a cold, calculating killer? How could I have been so blind, so trusting? My love had been his weapon, and his every act, a betrayal beyond imagination. But they had underestimated me. I was Chloe Miller, CEO. And I wasn' t just a broken woman; I was a woman scorned, ready for war.