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She became his wife by obligation. He married her with resentment in his heart. When ruthless businessman Ethan Blackwood is forced into a marriage he never wanted, he makes one thing painfully clear—his wife will never have his love. Trapped in a cold mansion and a colder marriage, Lydia Blackwood endures life as a woman bound by vows but denied affection, respect, and warmth. To the world, she is Mrs. Blackwood. Behind closed doors, she is invisible. Lydia enters the marriage hoping time might soften Ethan’s heart, but instead she faces rejection, loneliness, and the shadow of another woman who still holds his love. Every cruel word and silent night chips away at her spirit, yet beneath her quiet obedience lies a strength Ethan never expected. As secrets unravel and truths surface, Ethan begins to see the woman he cast aside—the sacrifices she made, the loyalty she showed, and the love she gave without being asked. But regret comes late, and wounds cut deep. When Lydia finally chooses herself over a loveless marriage, Ethan must confront the terrifying possibility of losing the one woman who truly belonged to him.
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CHAPTER ONE: A Marriage without Love
Rain fell in relentless sheets against the towering windows of the Blackwood estate, smearing the manicured gardens into a blur of gray and green. Inside the bridal suite, Lydia stood in front of the full-length mirror, her reflection pale in the soft light. The gown she wore was exquisite—ivory lace hugging her figure, delicate embroidery tracing her collarbones—but it felt like armor, a costume in a play she had never chosen to be part of.
Today, she was marrying Ethan Blackwood. The thought twisted in her chest. Ethan—cold, untouchable, and devastatingly handsome—was a man who had made it abundantly clear he did not want her. Their engagement was not about love. It was a transaction, orchestrated by his grandfather, Harrison Blackwood, who insisted on securing the family’s legacy before his health failed. To Harrison, Lydia was perfect: quiet, refined, and respectable. To Ethan, she was a stranger thrust into a life he had no desire to lead. A soft knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts. “Miss Lydia, it’s time,” a maid said gently. Taking a deep breath, Lydia lifted her bouquet and walked down the long corridor. Her heels clicked softly against the marble floors, echoing in the empty halls. She was alone—no father to guide her, no family to steady her. The world was watching, yet she felt invisible. The chapel was grand, every detail polished and flawless. Guests whispered behind polite smiles, eager to witness the union of power and wealth. And there he stood—Ethan Blackwood. Tall, immaculately dressed, his posture rigid, expression unreadable. His eyes met hers for the briefest moment, cold and assessing, before looking away. When the officiant began the vows, Lydia’s voice trembled as she repeated the words she had memorized, words she barely felt. “I do.” Ethan’s voice followed—steady, emotionless, cutting through the quiet like steel. “I do.” The ring slid onto her finger, heavy and unyielding. And when he leaned in, she dared to hope—but his lips only brushed her cheek in a perfunctory, detached gesture. Polite. Distant. The reception passed in a blur. Lydia smiled, posed for photographs, and accepted congratulations, all while Ethan remained distant, answering questions curtly and offering no warmth. To the outside world, they appeared flawless. Behind the smiles and glittering chandeliers, the chasm between them grew wider by the hour. Finally, the last guest departed, and the mansion fell silent. Lydia waited, her heart pounding with both fear and anticipation. Ethan entered, removing his jacket, his movements precise and measured. “This marriage changes nothing,” he said bluntly, his eyes avoiding hers. “You will have comfort, money, protection—but do not expect affection.” Her throat tightened, but she nodded, swallowing back the sting of his words. “There is someone else,” he added, voice flat, almost bored. “And there always will be.” Lydia’s chest tightened, but she lifted her chin. She had expected this, and she would endure it. Without another word, Ethan walked toward the opposite wing, the bedroom door clicking shut behind him. Alone in the vast, empty room, Lydia sank onto the couch, clutching her bouquet as tears fell silently. This was her wedding night. And she was utterly, completely alone. Yet, beneath the ache, a fragile determination sparked. If he did not want her… if he refused to see her worth… one day, he would regret it. And she would not be the woman left waiting.บทล่าสุด
His Unwanted Wife CHAPTER FIFTY FOUR: The Rival Proposal
The invitation arrived embossed in silver.The National Philanthropy Summit — Keynote Address: Lydia WhitmoreLydia read it twice.She had avoided large-scale conferences since the audit situation. Not out of fear, but preference. The foundation was stable again. Quiet progress suited her.But this summit was different.It was hosted by one of the most influential nonprofit coalitions in the country. Major donors. International leaders. Policy influencers.And—One particular name on the program caught her attention.Daniel Carrow — Founder, Carrow Global ImpactHer chest tightened slightly.Carrow Global was known for aggressive expansion tactics. Strategic mergers. High-visibility campaigns. They’d once attempted to acquire the Whitmore Foundation before Lydia declined.Now they would share a stage.Interesting.⸻The conference hall buzzed with energy. Cameras. Press badges. Donors mingling in polished conversations.Daniel Carrow was exactly as described—charismatic, sharp, impecc
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2026-02-16His Unwanted Wife CHAPTER FIFTY THREE: The Woman at the Gate
The woman refused to give her name.She stood at the security gate of the Whitmore Foundation at exactly 7:45 a.m., dressed in a plain navy dress, her hair streaked with silver and pulled back tightly. She wasn’t loud. She wasn’t disruptive.She simply insisted.“I will wait,” she told the receptionist calmly. “She needs to hear this from me.”By the time Lydia arrived, security had already notified her.“There’s a woman downstairs asking specifically for you,” Ethan said, scanning his phone. “No appointment.”“Did she say what it’s about?”“No. Just that it’s personal.”Personal.Lydia hesitated, then nodded. “Bring her up.”Minutes later, the woman entered her office without intimidation or awe. Her eyes were steady. Observant.“You’re Lydia,” she said.“Yes.”The woman studied her for a moment, as if comparing her to someone else.“You look like him,” she said finally.Lydia’s chest tightened slightly.“My father?”“Yes.”There was no warmth in the answer. But no bitterness either.
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2026-02-16His Unwanted Wife CHAPTER FIFTY TWO: The Storm Within
The audit hadn’t exploded.It had simmered.Three weeks after announcing the internal review, Lydia sat in the conference room with a stack of preliminary findings in front of her. No criminal activity. No embezzlement.But there were inconsistencies.Unrecorded short-term loans to partner organizations. Quiet “bridge funding” her father had issued to projects that hadn’t yet qualified for board approval. Technically violations of protocol.Ethically?Gray.She exhaled slowly.“We can categorize most of it as procedural overreach,” the external auditor explained. “Risky, but not illegal.”“That’s not comforting,” one trustee muttered.Lydia remained calm.“We’ll restructure oversight procedures,” she said. “Dual authorization on discretionary funding. Quarterly transparency reports.”The board nodded.This was manageable.Fixable.But as the meeting ended and the trustees filed out, her phone buzzed with a notification that made her blood run cold.A trending article.Headline bold an
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2026-02-16His Unwanted Wife CHAPTER FIFTY ONE: The Anonymous Letter
The envelope arrived without a return address.It was thick. Cream-colored. Old-fashioned.Lydia almost ignored it.The foundation received countless letters—funding requests, proposals, handwritten gratitude from communities they’d supported. But this one was different. It wasn’t addressed to the foundation.It was addressed to her.Lydia Whitmore. Personal.She stared at it for a long moment before opening it.Inside was a single folded sheet of paper.No greeting.No signature.Just a message written in clean, deliberate handwriting:You believe you rebuilt your father’s legacy.You didn’t.You inherited a secret.Her stomach tightened.That was it.No threat. No explanation.Just that.She read it again.And again.Then she locked her office door.By the time Ethan arrived for lunch, she was still sitting at her desk, the letter lying flat in front of her.“You look like someone just told you the building’s on fire,” he said lightly—until he saw her face.“What happened?”She slid
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2026-02-16His Unwanted Wife CHAPTER SIXTEEN: The Weight of What’s Real
The morning arrived without ceremony, as though the world itself was unaware of how much had shifted overnight. Lydia woke before dawn, the city still wrapped in quiet shadows. For a long moment, she lay still, listening to the soft rhythm of the house, thinking about how unfamiliar peace felt—and
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2026-03-20His Unwanted Wife CHAPTER TWELVE: Lines that Began to Blur
Morning came softly to the Blackwood mansion, sunlight filtering through tall windows and spilling across the polished floors. Lydia woke earlier than usual, her mind still tangled in the quiet confession Ethan had made the night before. I don’t hate you. The words echoed in her head, gentle but pe
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2026-03-19His Unwanted Wife CHAPTER FIFTEEN: What We Dare to Claim
Morning sunlight spilled gently across the bedroom floor, warm and unassuming, as if the night before had not altered the course of everything. Lydia woke with a strange mix of calm and anticipation curling in her chest. The memory of Ethan’s kiss lingered—not urgent, not reckless, but deliberate.
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2026-03-20His Unwanted Wife CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: When The Past Cones Knocking
The first sign that peace never lasted came in the form of a phone call.Ethan was in the study, reviewing documents, when his phone buzzed against the desk. He frowned at the screen, then answered with a clipped, “Yes?”Lydia, passing the doorway, slowed when she heard the shift in his voice.“No,
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