How To Protect My Assets From A Stepmother Stealing Funds?

Alpha Stephanie Fletcher is the only child of Alpha Steph and Luna Kayla. Her mother died when she was twelve and a year later, her father remarried Lysa, who had a child from her first mate bond. Elena is a year younger than Stephanie, but she’s always been jealous of Stephanie. Stephanie has watched Elena try to sabotage multiple relationships, including the one between Alphas Benedict and Sloane. Alpha Will is the son of Alpha William. His father took Samara in when she was nine, hiding her in his pack and adopting her. Will grew up with Samara. After she obtained her revenge, Samara brought her nieces and nephew to live with her. Will was always drawn to Sloane and hoped that she would be his mate. However, on Sloane’s eighteenth birthday, Will meets Stephanie, and the mate bond instantly draws them together. After stopping to meet her family, Will and Stephanie return to his pack where Stephanie becomes the Luna he’s always wanted and the pack has needed since he took over as Alpha. When Stephanie’s father dies unexpectedly, she’s devastated. However, she becomes suspicious when her father’s will, which has been discussed with her for many years, suddenly leaves her nothing and leaves everything to Lysa and Elena. Stephanie will not allow them to take over her father’s legacy and destroy what her family has worked for generations to create. But when Elena suddenly finds her own mate, one who isn’t willing to back down, it will mean war. Will and Stephanie will call on their allies to assist them, to right the wrongs that her stepsister is bringing to her family. But once they dig deeper, Stephanie will realize just how deep her stepsister’s betrayal actually lies.

For eighteen years, I believed I was human, the weak, ordinary girl in a house full of powerful wolves. Then my heat arrived. Not a normal heat. Something ancient. Something that shattered every lie my parents ever told me. I'm not human. I'm not just a wolf. I'm the last alpha-witch hybrid, a creature so dangerous that my existence was erased from history. And the moment my power awakened, three stepbrothers who barely looked at me for five years suddenly couldn't stay away: Ronan, the cold heir who will lose everything if he claims me. Maddox, the violent enforcer whose wolf recognizes me as his. Alec, the quiet genius whose control shatters every time I'm near. A triad bond. Forbidden. Punishable by death. My wolf doesn't care about laws. She marked one of them without asking. And now a rival Alpha is coming for me, one who believes I belong to him according to an ancient prophecy. Three stepbrothers. One impossible bond. A prophecy that will destroy us all. Fate doesn't ask permission. And when the next heat hits, none of us will be strong enough to resist.

Amelia spent five years believing she was the barren wife, the woman who could never give her husband a child. She blamed herself for Daniel’s growing distance, his coldness, and the love he slowly withdrew. But the day she finally discovers she’s pregnant… her world shatters. In front of everyone, Daniel her husband, gets down on one knee and proposes to his ex-girlfriend. As if the betrayal isn’t enough, Amelia uncovers a darker truth: Daniel had been poisoning her all along, making sure she would never carry his child. Framed for a crime she didn’t commit and thrown into prison, Amelia loses everything. Hope. Freedom. Love. Until Kayden walks into her life. Cold. Powerful. Dangerous. He offers her a deal: A one-year contract marriage. in exchange for her freedom, power, and above all a good revenge on her ex-husband. With nothing left to lose, Amelia signs. But Kayden is not the man he pretends to be. He is Daniel's stepbrother. Someone who the world believes died seven years ago. Yet Amelia finds herself drawn into his dark mafia world, surrounded by secrets, lies, and a dangerous obsession. Amelia finds herself falling for him despite the cold dark walls he has built.

After I bought my new home outright, my relatives organized a housewarming party to celebrate. During dinner, my nephew Leo suddenly said, “You’re just a spinster living alone in a huge apartment. What do you need all that space for? I happen to be getting married soon. That’s a huge deal. You should transfer the place to me. I’ll even cover the transfer fee.” I was stunned. “Are you out of your mind?” His mother Linda said, “How can you be so ungrateful? Him using your place for his newlywed life is doing you a favor. It’ll bring you good luck! Other people would jump at the chance!” The son and mother were united against me. “Anyway, tomorrow’s a great day. Grab the property deed and come with us to transfer ownership!” I rejected them without hesitation and called them crazy. Who knew they would get so furious that they would storm into my brand-new apartment and go on a rampage, smashing everything in sight. They even said smugly, “We need to show you our family doesn’t get pushed around! Go ahead and call the police! What proof do you even have that it was us?” What they did not know was that I had installed surveillance cameras on the day I moved in.

On the third day after our divorce was finalized, my ex-wife, Georgie Anderson, sent me a text message. [Why haven’t you transferred your salary from this month to me?] I thought she was joking. [We’re already divorced.] [So? What does it matter if we’re divorced? You should transfer nineteen thousand dollars from your twenty-thousand-dollar income, just like you did before. The remaining one thousand dollars will be your pocket money. When you were unemployed, I was the one who took care of you. Now that we’re divorced, you’re turning your back on me?] I stared at her text messages and fell silent for a really long time. Throughout our three-year marriage, I gave her nineteen thousand dollars out of my twenty-thousand-dollar salary. She was responsible for "budgeting" our household expenses. However, she spent my money on her civil service exam, afternoon teas with her besties, and even on her study partner, whom I’d never met. As for me, I handled all the house chores—cooking dinner, mopping the floors and doing the laundry. But when I took a little time after work to game, she would yell at me for being lazy. She was demanding money from me even after we were divorced. Her reason was that I might spend the money without thinking. I blocked her number. Three seconds later, she sent me a text message from another phone number. [You’ll regret this. I’m trying to help you one last time.] I laughed. ‘Helping me?’ I thought. Nobody had ever helped me in the past three years.

When I'm accompanying my daughter, Alina Stone, to the hospital for a chemotherapy session, an employee from the social security center calls me. "Ms. Lewis, an error has occurred with the bank card that's set to receive your parents' pension. Please make sure to change to a new card." I'm left feeling stunned. My parents have been dead for three years. Why would they even receive more pension in the first place? After asking the employee, I find out that my parents' pension has been wired into the bank card as normal throughout the years. My husband, Christian Stone, was the one who had previously updated the bank card details at the social security center. Once I get home, I demand answers from Christian after playing him the recording of the phone call. He falls silent for a very long time before telling me the truth. It turns out that he never registered my parents' death back then. Till now, their corpses have been stored in a freezer in my childhood home. That bank card had received a total of 90 thousand dollars' worth of pension over the past three years. Christian has given all of the money to his ex-wife, Lydia Swanson, in order to support her financially. But the thing is, he never gave me a single cent for Alina's treatment before.