The Billionaire Unscripted Wife
Isabella Daniels married billionaire Zachery Perry to save her father’s company, hoping he would love her one day. Instead, her jealousy and obsession pushed him away and made her a laughingstock among the wealthy. When his former lover returned, Zachery demanded a divorce.
But everything changed when a soul from another world woke up in Isabella’s body. Knowing she was a character in a novel destined for a tragic ending, the new Isabella refused to repeat the past. She accepted the divorce, left Zachery’s money behind, and walked away to build a new life.
Zachery expected her to come crawling back, but Isabella surprised him by building her own business and acting as if he no longer mattered. For the first time, he was the one chasing, desperate to win the attention of the woman he once rejected.
Things become more complicated when Julian Dominic, a charming shipping heir with hidden motives, enters Isabella’s life. As jealousy grows and old enemies threaten her future, Isabella must face the damage her former self caused and uncover the truth behind the people trying to ruin her.
Now, Zachery wants her back, but Isabella is no longer the woman who begged for his love. Will he prove he deserves a place in her new life, or will she choose freedom over the man who broke her heart?
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Chapter: Chapter FiveTwo mornings later, Isabella sat at the kitchen counter in Clara's villa with a cup of coffee going cold in front of her.She had slept well for the first time in two years. No location app. No footsteps above her. No car in the drive that she had to run to the window to check.She was thinking about the harbor when the golden script arrived.It hung over the counter, thin and gold, and this time it did not flicker.Chapter one hundred and eighty. The western swamplands. Dismissed as worthless for forty years. A consortium buys the deeds quietly, holds them for three years, and builds the wealthiest trade harbor on the eastern seaboard.Isabella set down her cup.She read it twice. Then a third time. The script did not say who the consortium was. It did not give a date. It only said the land was worthless until it was not.Clara came in from the garden with dirt on her hands."You are up early," Clara said."I need to ask you something.""Ask.""What do you know about the western swam
Última actualización: 2026-10-21
Chapter: Chapter FourThe villa sat above the city on the eastern hill. At ten at night every window was lit.Isabella had been there since eleven that morning. Clara drove her through the Lattice first, past the tower blocks and the market stalls, past narrow streets where laundry hung between the buildings.Then the road climbed through gardens and gates until the city lay below them like a map of small lights.The house was white, low, long, palms along the front. A courtyard held a fountain had not been turned on. Clara pulled into the drive and said teasingly as she always does, "This is mine, not my father's. I bought it with my own money."The day went slowly. Isabella slept two hours in a room with green curtains. Clara brought toast, fruit, a glass of water, and did not ask a single question.They walked through the garden in the afternoon. They talked about the garden, the weather, the cost of the eastern road, anything that was not the Perry estate.Now they sat in the front room with the window
Última actualización: 2026-10-21
Chapter: Chapter ThreeZachery stood at the window long after the car had gone.The road was empty. The morning was bright. The sea below the cliff had gone from black to gray to a flat silver blue, and he had not moved from the spot. His arms were crossed. His shoulder rested against the frame.He watched the bend in the coast road where the car had disappeared, as though it might come back around the same curve and return up the drive.It did not come back.Something sat under his ribs and pressed there, low and steady. He told himself it was irritation.He had not slept. He had lain on the covers in his suit with his shoes still on, stared at the ceiling until the gray light came through the curtains, then came in here.A man who did not sleep was a man who felt things he would not otherwise feel. That was all this was. He had read it somewhere, in an article, in an airport lounge. Sleep did that to people. He did not have the time to be a person who felt things.She would be back.He turned from the win
Última actualización: 2026-10-21
Chapter: Chapter TwoThe guest room was at the far end of the hallway, past the staircase, and it was smaller and plainer than any other room in the house.The bed was made with white sheets that smelled faintly of cedar, and there was one lamp on the nightstand and one window that looked out over the driveway. Isabella stood in the middle of the room for a long moment with her bag still in her hand.Then she set the bag down beside the door and sat on the edge of the bed and let out a breath she had been holding since the kitchen.She had packed quickly. Clothes, a toothbrush, the small black phone, and nothing else. Everything in that closet belonged to a woman who had spent two years dressing for a man who never looked. She was not going to carry any of it out of this house. She had zipped the bag and left the rest behind without regret.The room was quiet, but the house was not. She could feel it around her, the way a large house feels when someone else inside it is awake and moving.Footsteps had cro
Última actualización: 2026-10-21
Chapter: Chapter OneChapter One: The Divorce"Sign it."Isabella was asleep when she heard it. The words came from above her, faint and low, and for a moment it belonged to a dream she could not hold on to.She had been reading. She remembered that much. A long novel and a cracked screen and the last page, and then the tiredness that came after finishing a story at three in the morning. She had closed her eyes with the ending still in her head.Then the voice came again, and she opened her eyes.A man stood over the bed.He had not turned on the lamp, and the only light in the room came through the curtains from the window, thin and gray, the last of the evening pressed against the glass.It caught the hard line of his jaw and gray eyes, and it made him look like a man carved out of something cold. He wore a dark suit with the jacket open, as though he had come straight from his office and had not thought about changing before he woke his wife.She knew that face.She had spent four days with it. It was
Última actualización: 2026-10-21
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