Chapter 1
The Wolf King of the Northlands bought me for 3 million dollars at an underground auction.
The Northlands were bitterly cold, and less than three percent of the wolf women there could conceive.
Yet my unusual fertility got me framed by the fake heiress. I ended up in an underground auction, with escape all but impossible.
After arriving in the Northlands, I got pregnant with twins that same year.
But when I went into labor, he didn't even bother to come and check on me.
One month after the labor, he finally told me what was really on his mind.
He said, "I only bought you with all that money to piss off Lilian.
"She's coming back soon. Stay with my brother for the time being, build your health, and give him twins as well."
I nodded, agreeing to his plan.
But I had one condition. I wanted to take the twins with me because, in fact, they belonged to his brother.
*****
"I've never had any feelings for you," Damien Blackwood said, his voice rising. "Do you understand?"
My silence seemed to have irritated him.
"I understand," I said, finally looking up at him, my eyes calm.
"You have a special constitution. The Northlands need heirs," he continued. "My brother Caleb still doesn't have any children.
"Go give him some kids. That's what you're good for.
"After all, I spent 3 million dollars on you."
His voice was icy, as if he were talking about the surplus value of an item.
"Fine," I said, accepting his plan calmly. Then I added, "But I have one condition."
"Go ahead," Damien said.
"I want to take the kids with me," I said, meeting his gaze, my tone leaving no room for argument.
Damien paused, clearly caught off guard by my demand.
"Why do you want to take the kids?" he asked. "They're the bloodline of the King of the Northlands. I'll make sure they're well taken care of."
I frowned, meeting Damien's gaze.
"Do you think Lilian would like the kids that aren't hers?" I asked. "Besides, you and Lilian will have your own children in the future."
Damien's brow furrowed slightly at the mention of Lilian.
I'd overheard the maids gossiping before. They said Lilian was insanely possessive and Damien spoiled her rotten.
"Whatever," Damien said, waving his hand dismissively, looking completely indifferent. Then he turned and strode off, not lingering for one second.
I watched his figure disappear down the hallway.
Inside, I let out a quiet sigh of relief.
He probably thought he was being magnanimous, ditching two dead weights.
But what he didn't know was that those twins were never his to begin with.
Outside the door, the servants were whispering loudly, making sure I caught every word.
"See? I told you that she wouldn't stay cocky for long," one of them scoffed.
"She's only a baby-maker, bought for 3 million dollars. No title and no status. Does she think popping out kids will make her somebody?" another added.
*****
The next morning, I was still asleep when I heard the servants anxiously bustling around outside my door.
"Lilian's back!"
"That's the future Luna!"
"We need to give her the royal treatment."
I was jolted awake, a little thrown off. I didn't expect her to come back so soon.
It seemed like I had to pack my things and leave today.
Half an hour later, when I went out to the yard to grab the twins' clothes off the line, I caught a few maids throwing their clothes right into the fire.
"What the hell are you doing?" I shouted, rushing over to stop them.
I frantically snatched up the last few pieces before they could burn.
The maids gave me a dirty look and said with a sneer, "Lady Lilian's got a sensitive nose. She can't stand that baby milk smell.
"So she ordered us to burn all the kids' stuff."
I stared at the flames, watching the tiny clothes I'd sewn for the twins with my own hands.
Now, they were nothing but ashes.
When my heart ached for the loss, I heard a woman's annoyed voice behind me.
"Damien, is this the super-fertile woman you dropped 3 million dollars on?" Lilian said, wrinkling her nose behind her handkerchief and sizing me up in disgust.
"She reeks of baby milk. Gross," she sneered. "Didn't you say you'd get rid of her? Why is she still hanging around?"
Damien shot me the same look of disgust. "Didn't I tell you to go to Caleb's place? Why are you still here?" he demanded coldly.
I frowned a little. "It was too late yesterday, so I didn't go.
"Besides, I still haven't finished packing up the twins' things."
Ever since yesterday, the maids had been treating me as if I were invisible. None of them would listen to a word I said.
So I had to get it all sorted out myself.
Lilian clung to Damien's arm, acting all sweet and coy.
"Darling, is she blaming me for coming back too suddenly, not giving her time to get ready?" she pouted.
Damien quickly tried to soothe her, planting a kiss on her cheek.
"What right does she have to complain?" he said. "She should be thanking you.
"Back then, her family abandoned her. If I hadn't bought her, who knows where she'd be rotting away now.
"Honestly, I only bought her because you threw a fit and broke up with me."
Lilian smirked, clearly pleased with his response.
Then she told me to be gone from her sight in thirty minutes.
Damien nodded in silent approval.
Without a word, I gathered the last few clothes, went back to the side room, put the twins in their stroller, and left.