The Billionaire's Rejected Wife: Tangled Souls

"Oh! It's nice of you. I will make it to the restaurant before you, trust me. I wouldn't want to keep you waiting, you know you mean the world to me," Adrain, Natalia's boyfriend, said over the phone. "I love you, Adrain. I just can't wait to get this divorce signed, so we can finally be together once again,” Natalia concluded as she ended the call, making her way to the sitting room. Seated in the lavish sitting room was Caleb Kensington, the youngest billionaire in all of Italy. He possessed a dangerous aura that repelled people, yet simultaneously drew them in with his captivating and handsome appearance. Many young ladies would do anything for him, but unfortunately, he was married. To the world, he appeared as a married man, but to his wife Natalia Lawson, and the household, it was no true marriage. A union devoid of love cannot be deemed a marriage. A relationship where the husband treats his wife like a slave is far from a marriage, and most significantly, when the husba

Today seemed destined to be another day of pain. Amelia often wondered if her father had ever truly loved her. Before her mother's untimely death, he had been affectionate, caring, and kind. But everything changed on that fateful day she gave up her ghost. Her father approached the dining room table with slow, deliberate steps, and Leah rushed to his side. "Dad, she spilled spaghetti all over the table, and you know how much I can't stand it," Leah said, clutching his arm tightly. His gaze shifted back to Amelia, who kept her eyes fixed on the floor, unable to meet his piercing stare. "Is it true?" he questioned, moving closer to where she stood, causing her to tremble involuntarily. "I... I... didn't..." Amelia's words were cut off abruptly as a sharp slap struck her cheek, leaving a painful stinging sensation. She instinctively cradled her throbbing cheek with trembling hands. "You're a witch. You always bring disaster wherever you go. Can't you be less evil?" her father spat

As Amelia lay on her tiny bed, she tried to distract herself from the evil thoughts that loomed. Immediately she heard footsteps approaching her room, she clutched her bed sheet tight in fear. It was worn out, and any single drag or strain could tear it. "Amelia!!!" her step-sister screamed from her doorpost. "Yes I'm here," Amelia answered, rushing towards her, hands and feet quivering in fright. She could feel her heart beat at an abnormal rate. "I want you to whip me up something good and tasty. The dinner you made was the worst I've ever eaten," she said. "Yes, I can," Amelia answered. "I wasn't asking for your permission or objection either. It's an order and I want it to be done with immediate effect," she said while stomping her feet. "Okay," Amelia quickly dashed into the kitchen in a confused state. Her step-sister didn't tell her what exactly she wanted to eat. "Something nice and sweet," Amelia said, murmuring to herself. She set out to prepare to rinse a pan. She

“Hello, ma’am,” the voice said in a low, barely audible voice. “Hello?” Abigail Sinclair answered cautiously, seated at the dressing table in her room and admiring her reflection in the mirror on the wall. “It’s me, ma’am. The maid,” the voice whispered. Abigail rolled her eyes in disgust at the sound of heavy breathing coming through the phone.“Yes, so?” She asked impatiently. These peasants can be annoying. Why was she identifying herself? Didn’t she know anyone could have hacked and traced the call? Abigail fought the urge to yell at her. She couldn’t afford to lose her cool because it would make the maid skittish. She had gone through so much trouble to gain her tenuous trust and get her to spy for her. Really, it was amazing what someone could achieve with money. “The miss, she is…” she trailed off. Abigail immediately sat upright, her beautiful face becoming twisted as she widened her eyes and held the table before her in a white-knuckled grip. “Yes? Speak, you silly gir

Abigail sighed for the umpteenth time in ten minutes. With a loud groan, she dropped on her bed, bouncing a little as her hooded gaze swept around the room. "God! This place is worse than a darned tomb!" She mumbled under her breath, sliding a suspicious gaze at the door. She didn't trust anyone in this mansion and they all avoided her like a plague—including Caleb. Since her unannounced arrival in the mansion, Caleb had disappeared. There was simply no other word for it. No matter how hard she tried to get him to spend time with her, he never accepted her invitation. He was always either busy with work or in his wife's room. Even the maids in the household seemed to turn up missing whenever she needed them. There was this thinly-veiled dislike that seemed to be directed at her. Not that she cared though. Soon, she would become the mistress of the household, and then, no one would dare treat her like trash. She would finally have all that was due to her. She vowed silently, her ey