【My Stepsister's Betrayal is back with brand-new updates and unexpected twists!】 Sloane Hartwell is the niece of Roman and Samara Hartwell. She is descended from a long line of pure Alphas who shift into the rare white wolf. At the tender age of eight, Sloane found out that her mother and the man she thought was her father were responsible for the death of her mother’s parents and brother, the Alpha heir. She also discovered that her mother murdered her birth father, thinking that he was not an Alpha. When her Aunt Samara returned, her mother and mate were both killed for their betrayal. Sloane worked hard to be worthy of becoming a white wolf and on her tenth birthday, when she got her wolf, she anxiously raced to see if she’d done enough, only to be disappointed that her wolf was a normal wolf. Benedict Winslow, V is an Alpha heir in a very long line of Alphas. His family is well known in the werewolf community, his bloodline going back so far that he’s practically werewolf royalty. Benedict has been watching Sloane for years, seeing how hard she works, how strong she is, and how she doesn’t take crap from anyone. He appreciates her toughness and her love of family. When he invites Sloane to his eighteenth birthday party, his family is less than pleased. Unwilling to offend her powerful family, they allow her to stay, only to find out that Benedict feels the pull to her as a mate. However, Sloane doesn’t feel worthy of having any mate, much less someone like Benedict. When she pushes him away, he refuses to let her go. Can Benedict convince Sloane that he truly wants her as his mate? Can Sloane let go of the pain of her past and allow herself to find happiness?

The day of our wedding, he abandoned me, making me the laughingstock of the city. On our wedding night, my life hanging by a thread, I begged him to save me. He sneered, “Hurry up and die. Then no one will upset my sister.” Later, when he saw me lifeless, he lost control. When I opened my eyes again, I was married to the ruthless CEO of a powerful conglomerate. The man who once scorned me now knelt at my feet, eyes red, hands trembling as he showed his respect. “Please… let me make this right,” he whispered, utterly defeated.

For six years after our wedding, my husband and I lived in a loveless and sexless marriage. Then, in the sixth year, he took our daughter and moved overseas, leaving us continents apart. On my birthday, I made a surprise trip to visit them, only to find they had already started a new life with another woman. My husband, who had always treated me with contempt, was completely in love with her. My daughter, who couldn't stand me, was happily calling her "Mom." I packed my bags on the spot, signed away my parental rights, and filed for divorce...

After years of marriage, she still couldn’t warm her husband and son’s hearts. To them, she was never a wife or a mother—only a caretaker. Until the day she returned to her hometown with her daughter and witnessed the truth. Her husband proposed to his first love in front of their son. “Dad owes you a wedding. And I owe you a word… Mom.” Her heart finally died. She walked away from her ungrateful husband and son, took her daughter back to her birth family, and reclaimed the life she deserved. After the divorce, the man and the son regretted everything and came begging for forgiveness. But her powerful brothers only sneered. “My sister? You don’t deserve her.” “Get back together? My precious sister never looks back.” “Late regret means nothing. She won’t want you anymore.” Even the city’s most admired heir publicly confessed his love. “Miss, you are the one I could never reach—and the only obsession I’ll never let go of.”

She never thought the seven-year marriage curse would happen to her. The moment she caught her husband cheating, she made him sign the divorce papers and walked away without looking back. Just as she was ready to rebuild her career, the powerful CEO who stood at the top of the business world entered her life with overwhelming confidence. In an empty conference room, he trapped her between the table and his strong arms, his deep voice filled with temptation. “Miss, before we discuss business, shouldn’t we settle an old debt first?” “What debt?” she asked, her ears turning red. He leaned closer, his breath brushing against her skin. “You saved my life when we were young. I planned to repay that debt…” He placed a contract before her and smiled. “Will you sign this, Miss? I’ll spend my lifetime making you mine.”

The moment she returned home, she discovered the man she had secretly loved for years was about to marry the very person who had tormented her. Heartbroken, she fled—only to collide with her ex, the wild and reckless CEO everyone in the city whispered about. Memories of high school came rushing back—hot summer nights, an empty gym, a stolen, tender kiss. At eighteen, he had once held her hand and murmured, “You’re so good… I like you.” She had only smiled, dismissed it, and left for five years abroad. Now, face to face again, she thought he had forgotten. She tried to walk away—but he grabbed her hand, a sly grin in his dark eyes: “After all this time… why not give me one more chance?” Countless nights followed, their bodies and hearts entangled. He became her medicine, her craving, her chaos. She thought it would be nothing more than a fleeting passion—until the day she tried to leave. His gaze burned like fire, hands gripping her waist, voice raw and urgent: “Stay with me… marry me, will you?”

She had loved him silently for eight years. She had been married to him for three years. Yet her so-called husband did not even know what she looked like. When she saw the divorce agreement in front of her, she only smiled. She wiped away all her tears and left alone with the child in her womb. But then something changed. The man who once refused to look at her began appearing everywhere she went. He protected her, stood up for her, and even drove away every man who came near her. “I’ve had enough,” she said coldly. “Get lost.” The man suddenly dropped to one knee and kissed the back of her hand. His eyes were completely fixed on her. “Baby… let’s get married.” She let out a faint laugh. “Ex-husband and ex-wife getting married?” “That’s called remarriage.”

At a gathering, someone asked my fiancé, “If she weren’t here, would you get back with your ex?” After a brief silence, he answered, “Yes.” All eyes turned to me, waiting for a scene. Instead, I smiled—and started clapping. “If you can’t let her go, I’ll step aside,” I said lightly. Then I canceled the engagement and walked away without looking back. He thought I was just being dramatic. Certain I loved him too much to ever leave, certain I would never give up being his wife. But this time, I didn’t come back. Later, at my wedding— to his cold, untouchable lawyer uncle— he showed up like a madman, eyes bloodshot. “Come with me. Let’s run away.” Before I could speak, a hand pulled me close. “Try that again,” the man beside me said coldly, “and you won’t like what happens next.”

In the third year of her marriage, she finally learned who her husband’s heart belonged to. The night his older brother died, her husband did not care that she was standing right there. He took a hard slap for the woman he loved. She knew he had married her because she was easy to keep. And she had proved it. So obedient, in fact, that even when she got divorced, she did it quietly, without disturbing him at all. He didn’t know she had already gotten the divorce decree. He didn’t know she was about to marry someone else. The day her breakthrough cancer drug took the world by storm, the whole world cheered for her. Only her ex-husband dropped to one knee, his eyes red as he begged for her forgiveness. “I was wrong. Please... look at me again.” She stepped back. And the heir everyone said was impossible to reach wrapped an arm around her waist and claimed her in one sentence. “Sorry. She’s getting married. To me.”

Four years of marriage—and all they shared was the night. She always knew he didn’t love her. He rarely came home, pouring all his care into the woman he had loved since youth. She endured it all, just to give their daughter a complete childhood. Until the day he crossed the final line— giving the life-saving bone marrow to that woman’s child. That was when she knew… this marriage was over. She packed up, took her child, and walked away without looking back. Years later, she returns—and stuns everyone. Young, beautiful, and the founder of a top-tier jewelry brand. Men chase her, admire her, try to win her favor. She stands at the center of it all—untouchable, radiant, unstoppable. Late one night, he corners her against the wall, eyes burning with obsession. “After all these years… you’ve changed.” She lowers her gaze, a faint smile on her lips. “Not much. Just a little success.” Then she looks up, calm and distant. “And Mr.—you’ve crossed the line.”