Stella opened her own art gallery a couple of years ago and because of her popularity and rank in the pack, everybody knows her and loves her work. If only they knew she didn't paint her work herself. "I'll head to the gallery and see what's going on," I told her.

"Need any backup?" Rebecca asked and I knew she wanted me to say yes, which was exactly why I said no.

"I'll be fine," I said. "If I need help, I'll call you."

"Okay," she sighed. "So, how's the married life?"

I bit my lower lip and thought about what to say before answering.

"It's a contract marriage," I admitted. "I'm just a bed partner under the guise of a wife."

Just then there was a knock on my door. When I opened it, a familiar woman stood at the doorway with a ton of bags and boxes she was juggling. I let her into my room and she scrambled over to my bed, placing everything down breathlessly.

I recognized her as one of the maids in this mansion. There were quite a few of them running around including some cooks who cooked incredible foods throughout the day.

"The Alpha wanted me to bring these things to you. New clothes, jewelry, and shoes. I spent all morning collecting it all."

"Thank you," I said to her, not sure what else to say.

"What was that?" Rebecca asked. I forgot she was on the phone.

"Apparently Elliot wanted a maid to get me a whole new wardrobe."

expensive and elegant-looking blouses, skirts, designer jeans, and pants. There were leggings, and

bag, there was a

a

my conversation with Rebecca, I dressed in one of the new blouses and put on a pair of designer jeans. They all fit perfectly and showed off all my

away in the closet and drawers

paintings. Gamma Erik was kind enough to drive me; apparently, Elliot assigned him to be my personal driver and escort when needed. Once

selling my

wasn't on them... it was her name. They were also

to see a collection of people, watching me. I recognized them as Stella's friends, including one of Stella's suitors. Stella had a string of men at her feet and Lucas was one

husband, Silver? Don't tell me you already got

weak to get dumped," another said with

you, did you? Look at you. You're pathetic,"

asked, ignoring their taunting. "I

with someone as insignificant as you," her

I glared at him.

are mine," I told him pointing to the ones on display. "I worked on these

made them laugh like I just told the funniest

you could never create something as incredible as this. Don't flatter

sister. You've always been jealous of her, and I know you've been jealous

grabbed it from my bag, but one of Stella's friends

calling you? You don't have any friends," one of the girls laughed as she tossed my phone in the trash like it was

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