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The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife No One Important
Alina made it to the bathroom before the scream tore out of her.Raw. Animal. The sound of something dying.She collapsed against the tile floor, hands pressed over her mouth, trying to contain the violence of her grief.No one important.Five years of midnight fevers and bad dreams. Five years of first words and first steps. Five years of "Mama, look!" and "Mama, stay!" and "Mama, I love you."Reduced to "no one important."The sobs came in waves. Brutal. Uncontrollable.Her body shook with them until she couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything except feel the agony of being erased.She'd known it was coming. Had watched it happen piece by piece. Junior's confusion. His discomfort. His gradual acceptance of Clarissa as the only mother he'd ever known.But hearing it—hearing him ask about her like she was a stranger, hearing Clarissa dismiss her so casually—It was different than knowing.It was final.Alina pressed her forehead to the cold tile and let herself shatter
The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife The Price of Protection
Alina didn't sleep that night.She lay on the bed fully clothed, staring at the ceiling, replaying Daniel's words.'You're my wife. Forever. Get used to it.'Not love. Not choice. Not even duty.Just ownership.She was a Blackwood possession now. Like the mansion. Like the company. Like everything else Daniel refused to let go of even when it no longer served him.At some point after midnight, the door opened quietly.Daniel entered. Saw her awake."You should be sleeping," he said."Hard to sleep when you're a prisoner.""You're not a prisoner. You're my wife.""What's the difference?"Daniel loosened his tie, started undressing for bed. "A prisoner has no rights. No protection. You have both.""Protection from what? Your mother who locks me in basements? Clarissa who's stolen my son? You who won't let me leave?""Protection from what would happen if you left." Daniel sat on the edge of the bed. "Do you really think Mother would let you walk away quietly? That she wouldn't destroy yo
The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife Descent
The basement of the Blackwood mansion was a place Alina had only seen once, years ago, during a house tour when she'd first moved in.Cold. Dim. Utilitarian.Storage rooms lined one side. Mechanical systems hummed behind closed doors. The laundry occupied the far end, always running, always staffed.But there was a section in between. Older. Unused.Rooms that had been servants' quarters a generation ago, before Margaret had modernized the staff arrangements and moved everyone to the renovated wing on the second floor.The guards dragged Alina down the concrete stairs.She didn't fight. What would be the point?They were twice her size. Trained. Following Margaret's orders.And even if she escaped them, where would she go? The house was locked down. Guards at every exit. Clarissa in the west wing with Junior. Margaret already alerting Daniel.The trap had closed perfectly.Down the corridor. Past the storage rooms filled with furniture covered in sheets. Past the mechanical room where
The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife The Gathering Storm
Monday arrived with continued rain.Alina woke to find Daniel already gone. A note on his pillow—the first he'd ever left.Early meeting in the city. Back by dinner. —DBrief. Impersonal. But somehow more communication than they'd had in days.Alina crumpled it and threw it in the wastebasket.She dressed carefully. Nothing too formal. Nothing that would draw attention.Just another day of playing the compliant wife.***Breakfast was in the small dining room. Margaret had declared the formal dining room "too much effort for everyday meals" now that Clarissa was managing the household.Alina arrived to find Clarissa already seated with Junior beside her.The boy was eating scrambled eggs, chattering about something to do with his new robot.He looked healthier. The bandage was smaller now. His color better.Recovering well.Without her."Good morning," Clarissa said with a bright smile. "We saved you a seat."At the far end of the table. As far from Junior as possible while still tech
The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife Beneath The Surface
The note left Alina's hands on Thursday morning.By Friday evening, there was still no response.Alina tried not to let the anxiety show. Kept her face neutral through dinner. Through another night sharing the room with Daniel. Through another morning of watching Junior and Clarissa in the garden from her window.But inside, doubt grew.Had the maid been caught? Had she thrown the note away out of fear? Had Mrs. Helen received it but been unable to act?Or worse—had Mrs. Helen delivered it to Daniel instead?Saturday morning came. The maid didn't.Different girl. Older. More efficient. In and out in fifteen minutes without making eye contact.Alina's stomach knotted.Something had changed.***That afternoon, Daniel came to the room earlier than usual.Three PM. He should have been at the office.Alina looked up from the book she'd been pretending to read for the past hour."We're having guests for dinner tonight," he said without preamble."Guests?""Business associates. The Henderso
The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife Divorce Petition
The week with Daniel in the same room felt endless.He was... different.Attentive in ways that made Alina's skin crawl.Asking about her hand at breakfast. "Is the infection clearing up? Do you need the prescription refilled?"Bringing food to the room when she skipped dinner. Setting the tray on the desk without comment.Trying to make conversation in the evenings. About nothing. About everything. About Junior's progress, the weather, a book he was reading.Like they were a normal couple sharing mundane domesticity.Alina couldn't understand it.Why now?After years of cold indifference. After locking her in rooms. After taking Junior away and giving Clarissa everything.After systematically destroying her life.Now he wanted to... what? Play house?It felt like mockery.Worse than mockery—torture disguised as consideration.***On the fourth night, Alina sat on the sofa again, wrapped in the thin blanket that had become her armor.Daniel emerged from the bathroom, stopped when he s
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