Daisy Blackthorn was the adopted daughter of Ronan Blackthorn, Alpha of Darkmoon Pack. With her striking beauty and graceful demeanor, she was admired by many in the pack.

But her true origins remained a mystery. Rumor had it that her parents were executed for treason. After being brought back to the pack, Daisy hid behind a mask of innocence and climbed her way up step by step to where she stood today.

She stole my fiancé, Ryan, and she was also Andrew's unattainable first love.

It turned out that Andrew had never forgotten her. He even married me to cover up his obsession with her.

Our entire marriage, our so-called love, was nothing but an act. I had underestimated the depth of his feelings for Daisy and his acting skills.

A soft clink broke the silence as Andrew's phone slipped from his pocket. I bent down to pick it up just as a new message popped up on the screen.

"Thank you for risking so much to get me the diamond, Andrew, but I can't accept it. It's too precious."

Then, out of instinct, I tapped into Instagram. Daisy's latest post appeared at the top.

"Love is priceless."

The attached photo was a legendary diamond known across the entire wolf pack.

Rumor had it that it was the most coveted prize in the Werewolf Arena, where the strongest warriors fought to claim it.

With their lives on the line, they wagered everything for this gem. It was hailed as the most precious artifact in werewolf history.

I knew Daisy had posted it for me to see.

For months, Andrew had been training relentlessly from dawn till dusk. Last week, he even collapsed from exhaustion and ended up in the emergency room.

But the moment he regained consciousness, he was ready to continue battling with warriors from other packs.

I thought he was pushing himself so hard to protect the pack to the point that he was neglecting his own well-being, but only later did I find out that he had been fighting in the Werewolf Arena.

Even though he was covered in wounds and barely able to stand, he still pushed through and won the duel, all to earn that priceless diamond for Daisy. He hid everything from me and chose to risk his life just for the sake of her smile.

A sharp pain twisted in my heart as my trembling fingers hovered over Andrew's phone's lock screen. The password prompt glowed in front of me.

He never let me touch his phone. But without thinking, I entered a familiar set of numbers.

The screen unlocked instantly. His password was Daisy's birthday.

As soon as it unlocked, Daisy's radiant smile filled my vision. No wonder Andrew's expression always softened whenever he unlocked his phone.

As I tapped into his gallery, my heart ached as if it were being torn apart.

"Daisy's Smile Collection."

"Daisy's 10th to 18th Birthday Parties."

"Daisy's First Ball."

The photos stretched endlessly, with folders upon folders all named after Daisy. Andrew had carefully kept all images from her childhood to every smile she had as an adult. But I couldn't find a single photo of myself—not even one.

I opened the notes app and accidentally tapped on his hidden diary.

"I got married today. The moment I saw Daisy at the wedding, I wished the person standing beside me was her.

"Daisy had an allergic reaction to the argent lilies. It's my fault. I shouldn't have allowed them to grow in the garden.

"Today marked round 13 of the duel in Werewolf Arena. My shoulder was broken, and my left arm was torn, but I couldn't stop. I had to win. For Daisy. She deserves the best the world has to offer.

"Her eyes are so bright. Only the most precious diamond can match the brilliance of her gaze.

"Tomorrow is her birthday. I'll put the diamond around her neck myself, no matter the cost."

As I stared at the screen, my body froze with a cold that seemed to seep into my bones.

I looked up sharply, my eyes catching the wilted argent lilies outside. That place used to be a sea of blooms, planted by Dad ten years ago. It was the last piece of him he left behind for me.

But one day, all the flowers started to rot. I broke down, crying uncontrollably. Andrew held me for three whole days and nights, comforting me.

I finally understood now. He was the one who had destroyed that sea of flowers. He had ruined the only thing Dad left for me.

Just then, a message from his lawyer popped up.

"Your will has been finalized according to your instructions. All your assets will be bequeathed to Ms. Daisy Blackthorn. It's now ready for your signature to make it official."

Through my blurred vision, I thought I saw the man who had held me close at the funeral and promised me the world.

"I'll give you a home, Eleanor. Everything I have is yours."

So all of it was just another lie he told me.

I laid Andrew on the bed, but this time, I didn't cover him with the blanket or take off his blood-stained leather boots like usual. Instead, I turned and walked to the guest room.

As I closed my eyes, his loving face from all these years flooded my mind.

The morning sun streamed over me. When I opened my eyes, I found myself staring into Andrew's gentle gaze. His hand gently brushed through my hair. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.

"Were you upset last night, Eleanor? I'm sorry. I drank a little too much at the party. I promise I won't do it again."

His demeanor was as tender as always.

After a soft hum, I pushed him aside and headed to the bathroom to wash off the warmth he left on my forehead.

When I came out, Andrew was holding a delicate dress in his hands. The light blue silk fabric was adorned with silver floral patterns. It looked both elegant and noble.

"I got this for you, Eleanor," he said with a smile as he handed the dress to me. "You'll look beautiful in it."

If it had been before, I would have been thrilled. But after reading Andrew's diary, I knew this was Daisy's favorite brand, and clearly, it was an older style from years ago.

Just as I was at a loss for how to respond, the door suddenly opened.

Daisy walked in with grace. Her blonde hair glowed in the sunlight as if it were coated in gold. When she smiled, her perfect white teeth gleamed.

She moved in with ease as if this was her home. Smiling, she said in a light tone, "Sorry to interrupt, Eleanor. I'm hosting today's warrior celebration with Andrew, so I thought I'd just come over."

My gaze fell on her hand, where I saw a familiar set of keys. The keychain looked exactly like mine.

Andrew seemed to notice the shift in my mood and quickly leaned in to explain in a low voice, "Daisy is our best friend. It's normal for her to have a key to our house."

I didn't say anything. I was about to leave when Andrew insisted on dragging me to the event.

The square was lit with a bonfire, and the air filled with the scent of grilled meat and alcohol. The werewolves danced excitedly around the flames. The howls of wolves echoed in the night sky.

Daisy stood tall in a red dress. It looked like the moon itself had brightened to honor her.

Linking arms with Andrew, she slowly walked up the stage to the cheers and applause of the entire pack. I stood at the edge of the crowd.

"Eleanor, I heard you're good with cameras. Tonight's celebration is an important event. Could you take a few pictures for me?"

Daisy's words caught everyone's attention.

I didn't want to, but Andrew handed me the camera without waiting for me to protest. Since Dad passed away, I hadn't touched a camera.

Every time I held one, I thought of Dad, who had taught me photography when I was young. His image lingered in my mind, especially the look of helplessness and reluctance when he had left.

Since then, I never dared to press the shutter again.

Andrew knew this. He had even locked my camera away in the closet and told me not to force myself. He'd said he would help me heal until that one day I'd be ready to pick it up again.

But now, without waiting for me to speak, he pulled me forward and quietly urged, "Just relax, Eleanor. It's only a few photos."

His voice was calm, but his eyes shifted between Daisy and me.

Daisy, noticing my discomfort, softened her tone, but it still had a prickling edge to it. "Eleanor, I'm sure you won't disappoint me, right?

"Don't be like your dad. He played with a camera his whole life but never got one good photo before he died."

My breath caught in my throat. Her words pierced through me like needles.

"What are you waiting for?" Daisy struck an elegant pose. "Come on. Take the picture. Don't waste any more time."

I pressed the shutter. The image of her standing beside Andrew was glaring. I forced myself to hold back the sadness welling up inside me and took shot after shot.

After the photos were done, everyone gathered to feast, but Daisy called me into the lounge.

As she flicked through the photos on the camera, her voice dripped with mockery as she said, "Eleanor, you really are just as useless as your dad. You can't do anything right. Guess the Silverclaw family really is full of empty shells."

I dug my nails into my palms. My body trembled slightly as I fought to keep my anger from exploding.

Suddenly, a slap echoed, and a sharp sting burned across my face.

Daisy shook her hand and looked down at me with disdain.

"You really have no shame, Eleanor. I didn't expect you to hook up with Andrew right after your engagement was called off. What makes you think you deserve him?

"Let me make it clear. Both Ryan and Andrew are mine. You don't deserve either of them."

The slap made my head tilt to the side. The ringing in my ears was deafening.

Before I could even react, Daisy suddenly grabbed my hand and slammed it against her own face, then gracefully collapsed to the floor.

As she covered her face with both hands, her eyes glistened with tears. She looked so pitiful, a complete transformation from the woman she had been a moment ago.

"Don't be so angry, Eleanor. I really didn't think you took bad pictures. I just wanted you to try a different angle, that's all."

The moment Andrew opened the door, the wine glass slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor. He rushed over, pushing me aside, and crouched down to urgently check on Daisy.