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“Exactly. She’s not one of us. Ethan was just playing with her. Now that you’re back, Cassie, it’s time for her to get lost.”
My heart remained utterly calm as I watched. Cassandra’s intentions were clear: send this video not only to declare her victory but to humiliate me, force me to see reality and give up on
Ethan.
Yet, contrary to what Cassandra might have imagined-me crying and packing to slink away in shame-those words bounced harmlessly off my growing indifference. The drunken love talk from Ethan to Cassandra only disgusted me now.
I exited the video without hesitation, my fingers quickly typing a reply: “I truly am not from your circle.”
Seeing this, Cassandra-clearly using Ethan’s phone-smirked and responded, “At least you have some self-awareness.”
I sneered inwardly at her ignorance. The Grey pack’s so-called ’empire’ wasn’t even close to matching just one minor territory of my father’s Winters pack. Their yearly profits were mere scraps compared to a casual investment by my father, Richard Winters.
The Winters family, four generations of powerful Alphas, were now among the territory’s top ten powerful packs. The ‘Winters’ in my name was the same ‘Winters’ that would make those arrogant people’s jaws drop if they ever found out.
And so, this small interlude didn’t disturb my peace at all.
Enjoying my rare day of rest, I lounged comfortably on the plush sofa, browsing luxury brands’ websites on my tablet. It was time to select my engagement dress, and I approached the task with careful deliberation.
After hours of searching, I narrowed it down to three stunning gowns but found myself torn between them.
The first was a new-style ceremonial dress in champagne with blush embroidery and sparkling crystal accents. Delicate pearl chains draped from the collar over the shoulders, creating a youthful and dazzling effect.
The second was a moon-white strapless fishtail gown with rose appliqué across the bodice. It exuded an elegant maturity that appealed to my more sophisticated side.
The third option was a soft off-shoulder milk-white tulle dress sprinkled with rose-pink petals.
It had a dreamy, romantic quality that made me think of fairy tales.
Unable to decide, I posted all three photos to my social media with a caption: “Choice paralysis again-help me pick the best one?”
Within minutes, likes and comments flooded in. Connor left a gentle message that made me smile: “They’re all beautiful. Just get all three and change as you like.”
My childhood friend Rebecca Frost teased, “Wow, Liv’s taste is perfect! Anyway, let Connor buy them all, he won’t mind the expense.”
Another close friend, Lily, commented enthusiastically, “Buy buy buy! Our Olivia looks good in everything!”
My assistant Emma Thompson chimed in excitedly, “Wow wow wow! Is something happening? Liv, are you getting engaged?”
Their warmth and genuine excitement wrapped around me like a comforting blanket. But amidst these positive responses, a few comments stood out sharply.
Sophie left only an awkward string of ellipses, clearly displeased by my post.
Lucas Bennett, one of Ethan’s friends, mocked, “Liv, you sure dare to dream? So funny.”
A colleague from the law center sourly added, “These are all top designer gowns. Before showing off, maybe check the price tag… you couldn’t even afford the accessories, let alone the dress.”
Another sneered, “So rich, living the dream I never will.”
Even Ethan commented tersely with just a question mark: “?”
Their thinly veiled hostility only amused me now. If only they knew who they were really talking to-the daughter of Alpha Richard Winters, heir to one of the territory’s most powerful packs and fortunes.
Just then a private message popped up from Ethan: “Delete your post!”
“No,” I replied simply.
He pressed, his frustration evident even through text. “Trying to force me to marry you publicly? Did you not hear a word of what I told you before?”
I replied with deliberate indifference: “Oh.”
Annoyed, he warned, “Olivia, enough is enough.”
But I no longer bothered to respond. His threats and demands meant nothing to me now. In nine days, I would be free of this place, free of him, and ready to start my new life.
(Olivia’s POV)
I picked up my phone and dialed Connor Rivers’ number. The call connected almost immediately.
“Livvy, do you like those three dresses?” His voice was gentle, warming me from the inside.
“Yes,” I replied, twirling a strand of honey-brown hair around my finger. “Which one do you think looks best?”
Connor chuckled softly, his tone indulgent. “Didn’t I say, if you like them, just get all of them? I already asked Henry to order all three.”
I blinked in surprise. “So fast? I just sent them to you a moment ago.”
“I was afraid they’d sell out quickly. They’re all limited editions,” he explained.
“Thank you, Con.” The words felt inadequate for his thoughtfulness.
“Livvy, you’re my fiancée now. We’re family. There’s no need to be polite.”
His words settled over me like a warm blanket. Family. It had been so long since I’d felt like I belonged anywhere.
After hanging up, a gentle warmth lingered in my chest. The conversation with Connor was filled with understated tenderness and patience.
Unlike Ethan, who barely remembered what I liked to eat, Connor seemed to notice everything about me. The contrast between the two men couldn’t be more stark.
“By the way,” his voice had continued before we ended the call, “I’ve arranged for a car to be delivered to you tomorrow. Henry will bring it over.”
I felt a flush of embarrassment creep up my neck. Three years ago, I’d left Riverdale to avoid our arranged marriage.
My father, Richard Winters, had cut off my finances in response, forcing me to build my life from scratch in Harbor City. The memory still stung.
“No need,” I said softly, “taking a taxi is quite convenient.”
There was a brief pause on the line. When Connor spoke again, his voice carried a trace of disappointment.
“Is it because you still don’t want our engagement?”
I instinctively shook my head, only to realize he couldn’t see me through the phone.
“No, Con. Since I’ve agreed to the engagement, I’m willing. It’s just that I’ll be back in Riverdale in a few days, so there’s no need to buy a car now.”
“But you have that court hearing in the neighboring city next week,” he countered gently. “You’ll need transportation.”
I froze, surprised. “How did you know about that?”
His laugh was warm, almost shy. “You posted about it on social media two months ago. You joked about a ‘business trip’ and how you were craving venison stew afterward.”
My heart skipped a beat. He had remembered such a small detail from a casual post I’d made weeks ago.
Ethan had never bothered to keep track of my schedule, often making plans that conflicted with important hearings or meetings. The difference was like night and day.
“You… remembered that?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
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