HIS UNWANTED WIFEY
All Sophia Carter ever wanted was to dance—to feel the stage lights, the music, the spotlight—her dream was to become a national champion.
And marriage? That was never part of her plan.
Especially not to Ethan Blackwood—the arrogant playboy billionaire who didn’t even show up to their wedding, but sent someone else in his place!!!!
But their parents didn’t care.
The two been forced into a deal they never wanted strike a deal— stay marrief for 6 months and divorce.
At first, it was war—silent arguments, cold stares, distance and chaos!
But slowly… something started to happen……
Something real.
Something powerful.
Something undeniable
Ethan who was struggling with his feelings, hated been trapped.
He missed his freedom, his old carefree life.
One night, in anger, he told his best friend—
"I wish she would just disappear from the earth forever."
It was just a harmless joke but not all words are to be joked with because his words came to pass just a week after.
Sophia really vanished from earth.
Her car reportedly crashed off a bridge.
No body.
No trace.
Nothing.
Ethan became a prime suspect especially when his car was seen at the scene an hour before the crash, and with that dark joke he made earlier… the world started asking—
Did Ethan really do what he wished for?
Or did Sophia fake her own death to escape the marriage?
There’s another problem too—Vivian, Ethan's ex.
The one who said she came to help… but started wearing Sophia’s clothes,Sophia’s jewelry and Sophia cars.
So now the questions multiply—
Is Sophia alive and held hostage somewhere?
Why does Vivian look a little too happy that Sophia’s gone?
Did she and Ethan plan the whole thing to take Sophia out of the picture?
Basahin
Chapter: 05Andrew's POVThe house is too quiet, even the birds outside seem to have gone on a holiday.Sunlight spill through the living room windows, casting long golden streaks across the floor. I sit at the center of it all, smoothing my sweaty hands over my trousers for what must’ve been the fifth time. My heart is thudding like a war drum in my chest.I have been to the Blackwood estate more times than I can count.Driven Charles Blackwood to meetings, waited outside while he sealed deals a million worth more than I’d make in a lifetime. But today… today I am not a driver, I am a father and I'm about to make the most difficult decision of my life.The black car roll to a stop in front of the estate. I step out with legs heavier than they use to be and walk through the towering doors. The butler lead me to the grand study, and there he is, Charles Blackwood, seated behind that monstrous desk like a king on his throne.“Relax, Andrew,” he starts in a tone that made him sound like he has
Huling Na-update: 2025-12-02
Chapter: 04Ethan's POVI stand by the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse, watching the shiny city below me.The whiskey glass in my hand is nearly empty, the last of the amber liquid catch the faint glow of the setting sun. It should’ve been beautiful. It should have calmed me but the storm in my chest is beyond control.Frozen accounts. Banned from the properties.A forced marriage.Sophia Carter.The name alone makes my lips curl in disgust.I can already see her in my head—dull, plain, probably the type of a girl that wears beige cardigans and sensible shoes, with a voice like a chalkboard scratch that is always ready to lecture about “responsibility.” Holier-than-thou. Sanctimonious. The kind of woman who’d think she can fix me.I scoff and toss back the last of my drink. “Sophia Carter,” I mutter, the name tasting like ash on my lips,“What a joke.”Then I hear it….the sharp chime of the elevator. My frown deepen.Who is that? No one knows I'm here.Not even the workers can co
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Chapter: 03Ethan's POV ★ BLACKWOOD HOTEL AND SUITES ★The room is loud with her m0ans — irritating, desperate m0ans as she crawls on her knees in front of me. Her round ass is up in the air, shaking from how hard I’m taking her. Her arms tremble below me as her fingers dig into the bed sheets.Mascara stained tears are running down her face as I yank her long hair back, my hips snapping forward again. Harder. Deeper. Each thrust rougher than the last.I can feel her body begining to slow down.She couldn't keep up with my pace but her cries only push me to go faster. I love it.I love when they scream my name.I love when they cry.I love when they break below me.My breathing gets heavier. “Aah… f*ck…” I growl under my breath as I pull out and release all over her face.She eagerly licks her fingers, swallowing every single drop.“That was so good,” the blonde says, touching her breasts like she’s auditioning for something.I wipe my hand on the towel and give her a blank stare.“Get ou
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Chapter: 02Sophia's POVMy socks squeak against the kitchen floor as I move to the beat blasting from my old music player.“Yay!” I clapped my hands in victory after finally nailing the new dance routine I’ve been practicing all week. I catch my reflection in the oven door — I was sweaty, messy, but still grinning like an idiot.“You can do this.” I murmur to myself before I launch into a long pirouette.And of course… the back of my heel hits the counter.“Ugh! Stupid idea …” I gritted my teeth while kicking the counter with my other leg as of it was its idea to turn turn in the kitchen.“Totally a national championship material.” Slow clapping comes from behind me.I turn and find Lisa leaning in the doorway with a mug, wearing that smirk she always had whenever she is mocking me.“Should I order you a wheelchair now?” she asks. “You’re going to need it when you finally break something.”“Not funny,” I shoot back and walk to turn the music player down. “And for the record, this is the start o
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Chapter: 01Ethan’s POVThe study smelled like old books, burnt cigars, and…..disappointment.The oil paintings of my ‘ancestors’ stared down from the walls like they were ready to crawl out of their golden frames and lecture me too. Their eyes followed every damn move I made—full of silent judgment.I leaned back in the high-backed chair opposite my father, sinking into the leather. My hair was a mess from running my fingers through it all morning, and my expensive suit looked like I’d wrestled a storm in it but of course I didn’t give a damn, everything that I had on my mind was to find a way to get the hell out of here.I tapped the paper in front of me, smirking. “This has to be a joke.”The document slid across the polished desk when I tossed it at him. Bold black letters at the top glared back at meBetrothal Agreement.“An arranged marriage? Really, Dad? What am I, a medieval prince?”Charles Blackwood, my father didn’t even blink. He sat upright, perfect posture, perfect suit, perfect
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