Fake Mate Beta Rises to Alpha Heiress novel

Fading Into Blue by Austen 2 Summary In this chapter, Natalie feels frustrated and impatient after a minor car accident, sensing that Natalie is overreacting due to her unstable bloodline. She is determined to keep control of the situation for the sake of the company's upcoming IPO and to ensure that Aaliyah and Nathan remain at home without causing disruption.

Meanwhile, Aaliyah, who has been hiding her relationship with Landon for five years, feels confident that soon she will claim what she believes is rightfully hers-Landon and their child Nathan-viewing Natalie as an obstacle in her plans. Nathan, a young child, expresses his dislike for Natalie and shows affection toward Ms. Cooper, his real mother, who has just been allowed to stay. His act of throwing juice on Natalie highlights the tension and conflict within the household.

Natalie, feeling humiliated and rejected, endures Landon's feigned concern and cold interactions, realizing she is merely a stand-in in a complicated family dynamic dominated by Aaliyah and Landon's bond. Natalie confronts Landon about her sacrifices and demands a significant birthday gift-a modern, valuable property in the financial district-asserting her desire for independence and recognition. Landon, though reluctant, agrees and transfers seventy million dollars to her account, signaling a shift in their relationship dynamic.

The next morning, Natalie witnesses a seemingly happy family scene with Landon, Aaliyah, and Nathan, but the atmosphere quickly turns tense when Nathan deliberately provokes her, and Aaliyah dismisses the incident, underscoring the underlying conflicts and power struggles within the family. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below Chapter 2: My Smile Unwavering The sight of Natalie brusquely pushing me aside and striding toward the car alone stirred a flicker of impatience deep within me. She was blowing things out of proportion today. After all, it was nothing more than a minor fender bender.

Perhaps it was her newly awakened, still unstable bloodline acting up again? I had to keep her grounded. Aaliyah and Nathan were still at home, and I needed Natalie to accept Aaliyah's presence there. With the company's IPO looming on the horizon, it was crucial she continued playing her role as the flawless "Mrs. Richardson." I just had to maintain control until everything was settled. Then, finally, Aaliyah and Nathan could step into the light without fear.

Aaliyah's Perspective: Standing in the grand, lavish hall of the Richardson Estate, I felt Nathan's small hand clutch mine with a dependence that made my heart flutter with a thrilling mixture of excitement and anticipation. Soon, this charade would end. Landon and I had concealed our relationship for five long years. Glancing at Natalie's face, desperately trying to mask her turmoil with a calm façade, I couldn't help but sneer inwardly. How could she possibly deserve to stand by Landon's side? Soon, everything here-my man and my child-would rightfully be mine.

She was nothing more than a stumbling block in our perfect plan, destined to be swept aside. The familiar pulse of bloodline resonance from Nathan filled me with a quiet satisfaction, barely allowing me to suppress the smile tugging at my lips. Let's see how long she can keep up that cold, distant act! Nathan's Perspective: I hated that woman named Natalie. She wasn't my mommy-Ms. Cooper was my real mommy. Daddy said I couldn't call her Mommy outside, but Ms. Cooper couldn't live with us all the time. Today, Daddy said Ms. Cooper could stay. I was so happy.

But that mean woman didn't say anything. She definitely didn't want Ms. Cooper to stay. That made me mad. I wanted her to go away. So, I threw my juice on her. She looked all wet and funny. But Daddy and Ms. Cooper would protect me. She was the bad one. Natalie's Perspective: The cold, sticky juice trickled down my face and tangled in my hair. Immediately, the servants swarmed around me in a flurry, trying to help wipe it away. "Nathan!" Landon's voice rang out, thick with an Alpha's fury that seemed to make the very air tremble.

Startled, Nathan flinched and scurried upstairs like a frightened rabbit. Landon moved to follow, but Aaliyah rose swiftly and intercepted him. Her voice was syrupy sweet. "Landon, he's just a child. His mind isn't fully developed yet. You can't use force to teach him. Let me check on him." After speaking, her eyes flickered over my disheveled appearance. She hesitated for a moment, then turned and followed Landon upstairs. Finally, Landon redirected his attention to me, his tone heavy with feigned concern. "Are you okay?

Let me see." Though I had roughly wiped myself with a towel a servant handed me, he reached out to touch my face. "It's dirty. Don't touch me!" I snapped, stepping back to avoid his hand. It wasn't just the juice-it was a visceral revulsion to his touch. My words carried a double meaning he failed to grasp. Misreading me, his eyes filled with that nauseating, rehearsed tenderness he always wore like a mask. "How could I ever find you dirty? I only feel sorry for you." He sighed, pretending deep regret.

"If I'd known Nathan would be so unruly, I never should have let you take care of him personally." I offered a faint, cold, mocking smile. "True. If his real mother were raising him, she'd surely do a better job than a foster mother like me. But his birth mother is probably gone, right? Otherwise, why would it fall to someone like me-who doesn't know how to handle children-to manage him?" Landon stiffened visibly for a moment, his face freezing before he smoothed it over. "What nonsense are you talking about? We adopted Nathan from an orphanage.

You're his only mother." As he spoke, he tried to ruffle my hair in that old, affectionate way he used to, attempting to lighten the mood. I jerked my head away sharply. That familiar gesture now only made my skin crawl. "I'm going to my room to shower." Back in the bedroom, I headed straight for the bathroom and allowed the hot water to wash over me in a long, cleansing shower. After some time, Landon entered, his main goal still clear: to convince me to accept Aaliyah staying. He called it a discussion, but I knew I had no real choice. They were the true soul-bound mates.

I was merely the counterfeit, brought in to deceive everyone. "The company is at a critical stage for the IPO. Nathan needs supervision, and the company still needs your help. Ms. Cooper is a renowned pup education expert now, and you saw how well Nathan listens to her," he droned on, listing all the supposed "benefits." "Fine. It's settled then," I cut him off, unable to stomach any more of his sickening lies. Landon looked surprised by my quick agreement. A pool of fake tenderness instantly softened his eyes. "Natalie, I knew it. You're always so understanding.

You know how much I care for you." Seeing the matter settled, he stood and tried to wrap his arm around my waist. I immediately turned away, holding my phone screen up before his face. It displayed a sleek, modern residential building located in the heart of the financial district-the very hub of werewolf commerce and power. Land prices there were astronomical, making the building an exceptionally valuable investment. Besides, it was far more modern than the traditional, status-heavy estate we currently lived in. "Landon, what do you think of this place?" I asked.

He studied the image carefully and nodded. "It's excellent, of course. Cutting-edge design and prime location-it's a top-tier asset." "My birthday is next month. I really like this place. Could you buy it for me as a birthday gift?" I offered the sweetest, softest smile I could muster. Landon had deceived me for two years. What had I lost? Not just time, but my career and independence. I had sacrificed overseas study opportunities and offers from top multinational corporations to help him save his failing family business.

In just two years, I had turned it around to profitability and was now driving its IPO. His net worth was about to skyrocket into the billions. And me? I had nothing-no paycheck, no recognition-just about to be squeezed dry and discarded like trash. How could I let them have their way? How could I let them off so easily? Landon had always vowed that if I liked anything within his means, he'd get it for me. But in the past, my desires had been minimal. I'd never really asked for anything. He hesitated, a calculating glint flashing in his eyes. "Why suddenly think about buying a place?

What's wrong with our current home?" The estate was more of the Richardson family's ancestral mansion than a comfortable living space. I explained, "Our current home represents tradition, which is fine. But its investment value and growth potential are limited. This place is different. Located in the heart of the financial district, its value will skyrocket. It also better reflects the modern, international image of the Richardson Group." I framed everything around his and the company's interests, quickly dispelling the flicker of suspicion in his eyes.

I continued, "Besides, with the company going public soon, hosting a celebration banquet at the new place to entertain distinguished guests from inside and outside the pack would be more convenient-and better suit your image as a pioneering Alpha, wouldn't it?" Sure enough, understanding and a hint of guilt crossed his face. He probably still thought I was that foolish woman who lived only for him and never fought for herself. "Having you by my side is all the prestige I need," he said, reaching out to hug me again. I stepped back once more.

"I said it's a birthday gift for me," I said with a slight, coquettish pout. "Just think of it as something to make me happy. You're not having second thoughts, are you?" I added the last part jokingly, but my eyes never left his. I seemed different today. Landon looked at me, and a flicker of that primal interest he usually reserved for Aaliyah flashed briefly in his eyes. He didn't dwell on it. "So, how much is it?" "Not much. Just seventy million dollars," I answered cheerfully, as if stating an insignificant figure. Landon's face froze for a moment.

It wasn't that he couldn't afford it, but the amount far exceeded any gift he'd ever given me and surpassed what he thought a mere "tool" like me was worth. However, with the IPO imminent, he couldn't risk me holding a grudge and jeopardizing the plan. He finally nodded, struggling to maintain his mask of generosity. "Alright. If you like it, I'll buy it for you." No sooner had the words left his mouth than he called the group's CFO right in front of me, his tone brooking no argument. That very night, my personal account received a transfer of seventy million dollars.

He even noted in the transfer remarks, as I requested: "Birthday gift for Natalie, for property purchase." I stared at the balance on my phone screen-my student-day savings, a pitiful one hundred fifty thousand dollars-then watched it leap to seventy million one hundred fifty thousand dollars. A cold power surged through my veins. Even as mates, he controlled the finances, and I had worked like an unpaid laborer these past two years. The next morning, as I left my room, laughter and conversation drifted up from the dining room below.

Descending the stairs, I found Landon, unusually wearing an apron, standing side-by-side with Aaliyah at the open kitchen island, chatting and laughing. Nathan, like a little wolf cub who'd finally found his anchor, followed obediently around Aaliyah's legs-a picture of docility I had never seen before. But this heartwarming scene of a "happy family of three" shattered the moment I appeared. Aaliyah's hand, which had been resting lightly on Landon's shoulder, quickly withdrew. Landon immediately approached me, his face painted with exaggerated enthusiasm. "You're awake?

I made breakfast myself today. Come and try it." I glanced at the dining table, laden with an elaborate spread. We had a dedicated chef, and Landon hardly ever cooked. Our usual breakfasts were much simpler. The effort was clearly meant to impress someone. I smiled, turning my gaze to Aaliyah. "It seems these are all Ms. Cooper's favorites?" Aaliyah responded smoothly, a faint trace of superiority barely hidden in her expression. "Yes. Landon is being too hospitable, worried I might not be used to other things. An Alpha who's so considerate and willing to cook is rare.

Natalie, you're so lucky to have found such a good mate." I met her gaze, my smile steady and unwavering. "Yes. Landon has always been considerate, not just toward me, but toward all ladies in need. He's quite the gentleman." I deliberately blurred the lines. "Don't listen to Natalie's nonsense. I'm not like that," Landon hurriedly denied. But because my tone was light, it sounded like we were just bantering flirtatiously. Aaliyah's smile, however, began to look a little strained. Just then, Nathan, sensitive to the subtle shift in Aaliyah's mood, acted out.

As I reached for the last piece of bacon and egg on the platter, he suddenly grabbed the sauce bottle from the table and squeezed it violently over the food. The dark sauce splattered, some landing on the back of my hand in a clear act of provocation. "Nathan! What are you doing?" Landon's anger flared immediately. Aaliyah quickly pulled a napkin and handed it to me, then spoke softly to Nathan: "Nathan, even if you're full, you mustn't waste food. Look, you've made a mess and dirtied... your mother's hand.

Apologize now." Her words were dismissive, completely ignoring that Nathan had intentionally provoked me. Nathan shot me a glare and muttered unwillingly, "Sorry." I wiped the sauce from my hand slowly, my eyes flicking between Aaliyah and Nathan. Nathan held his chin high, utterly unrepentant. Aaliyah's words had been carefully evasive. "Alright, you're finished. Go back to your room and play now," Aaliyah said before I could respond, trying to shoo him away. Conclusion This chapter delicately unveils the intricate emotional tensions simmering beneath the surface of the Richardson household.

Natalie's quiet resilience and sharp awareness contrast starkly with Aaliyah's calculated confidence and Nathan's innocent yet defiant actions, painting a complex portrait of power, control, and fragile alliances. Through subtle gestures and charged interactions, the characters' inner struggles and desires come to life, revealing the delicate balance they each strive to maintain in a world where love, loyalty, and ambition collide.

The interplay between control, power, and genuine affection will intensify, leaving readers questioning who will emerge victorious and who will be left broken in the shadows. The subtle provocations and shifting loyalties hint at conflicts that could change the course of their lives forever. Lucia Morh Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she's not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.