When I was given a second chance at life, I graciously handed my parents and my fiancé back to the adopted daughter who had lived my life for twenty years.
I stopped competing with her.
When my mother threw her a lavish twenty-first birthday gala, I took the gold wolf-emblem brooch Queen Evelyn Fraser had given me and pinned it to her gown.
When my father decided to tear down my suite to build her a climate-controlled recovery wing, I moved out of the Westvale Pack’s Alpha residence that same day.
Even when the marriage contract arrived from the Eastmere Pack, I was the one who personally filled in Isabella Parker’s name.
And I petitioned the royal family to let me accompany Prince Rowan—stripped of his succession rights—to the northern frontier.
In my previous life, I had craved my biological parents’ love and desperately tried to win the affection of my fiancé, Adrian Cole.
Instead, they saw it as me competing with Isabella for their attention, and their hatred for me only grew.
On our wedding day, Adrian abandoned me at the altar and left with Isabella. I was left in the Eastmere Pack to care for his mother, who was paralyzed after a stroke.
I worked myself into an early grave. As I lay dying, I heard my father’s voice come through the hospital room monitor, complaining, “If I’d known she’d make Isabella suffer this much, I never would have brought her back.”
My mother sounded relieved. “It’s for the best if she dies. Then Isabella can marry Adrian, fair and square.”
Down the hall, Adrian had already changed into his formalwear, preparing to give Isabella the wedding she deserved.
As the sound of celebration music drifted into my room, I took my last breath, tears tracking paths down my face.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the first month after I was brought home to the Westvale Pack.
This time, I wanted none of it.
I was going back to the North. I would never see them again.
She Stole My Fiancé So I Married The Prince Chapter 04 When my father saw the royal seal, there was no fear on his face, only deeper anger. “So what if it’s a royal order?” “You chose to leave before Isabella’s gala was even over. You did that on purpose to humiliate her.” “Take her!”
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She Stole My Fiancé So I Married The Prince Chapter 03 Three days later, just as promised, I put on that red gown and returned to the Westvale Pack for Isabella’s gala. I had resewn every seam securely. But the cheap, revealing dress still made me the perfect foil for her. Inside the ballroom, several
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She Stole My Fiancé So I Married The Prince Chapter 02 I had worked around horses for years. My reflexes were faster than she expected. The instant the fabric tore, I grabbed the side of the dress and pulled my coat around me, sparing myself from being exposed in front of the designer and the
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