Stolen by My Real Mate
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"You saved my life once. Did you really think I'd let you throw it away?"
One year. That's how long it took me to double Dominic Whitmore's failing company from one billion to two. Then he got scared—of my competence, my intelligence, the fact that his investors started asking for me instead of him. So he sent me home to play perfect housewife for five more years while he signed his name to my strategies and fucked his secretary in the office I built.
The divorce papers came at dinner. In front of his mistress and my son who'd learned to call her "Mommy."
I went to the cliff with nothing.
Something caught me mid-fall—silver fur and impossible strength plunging after me like I was worth dying for. I woke in a hospital to pine-scent and a note: Wounded Little Wolf. Suddenly I was sixteen again, stitching up a bleeding boy in the woods who never told me his name.
Ryker Sterling never forgot mine.
One year. That's how long it took me to double Dominic Whitmore's failing company from one billion to two. Then he got scared—of my competence, my intelligence, the fact that his investors started asking for me instead of him. So he sent me home to play perfect housewife for five more years while he signed his name to my strategies and fucked his secretary in the office I built.
The divorce papers came at dinner. In front of his mistress and my son who'd learned to call her "Mommy."
I went to the cliff with nothing.
Something caught me mid-fall—silver fur and impossible strength plunging after me like I was worth dying for. I woke in a hospital to pine-scent and a note: Wounded Little Wolf. Suddenly I was sixteen again, stitching up a bleeding boy in the woods who never told me his name.
Ryker Sterling never forgot mine.
