All Chapters of The Billionaire's Uwanted Wife : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~ ISLA ~I always wondered what it would feel like to be given away.Not in the way people romanticize it—where a father walks his daughter down the aisle, misty-eyed and proud—but in the real, merciless way.To be handed off, not as someone to be cherished, but as something useful to bargain with.Now I finally knew what that felt like.My name is Isla Bennett, and this is where my story begins…***“You’ll marry into the Montgomery family,” my father, Bernard, said.His voice was firm and decisive, without a hint of remorse.I froze in place. “What?”He finally lifted his gaze, cold and unyielding. “The company is unstable. This contract marriage will save Bennett Industries. Once you agree, our debts are cleared. The Montgomery Group will keep the company afloat. All you have to do is play your part.”My chest tightened painfully. How could they just simply give me away?I understood that I might hold little importance to them compared to Liana, but this… this was too cruel!“Are y

~ ISLA ~I couldn’t move. I felt like a statue—frozen in the corner of the room.My heart was still pounding from what had just happened.I had only meant to feel his breath, but my soul nearly leaped out of my body when his big hand shot up, caught my arm, and held it firmly.I was utterly stunned and speechless when I met those sharp, stormy gray eyes. To be honest, this was the scariest scenario I had faced so far—in all the operations and blood I had ever seen in my life.I didn’t know why, but just looking into his eyes and feeling that powerful aura radiating off him sent chills down my spine.It got even worse the moment the old lady spoke the words: “She’s your wife.”His expression darkened like a brewing storm, and his piercing eyes locked on me—so full of questions I didn’t have the answers to.My heart raced, my chest tightening. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him, especially when his stare felt like sharp daggers stabbing into my skin.“You made arrangements without m

~ ISLA ~“Good morning, Dr. Ellis,” Riley immediately straightened and greeted, while I also nodded respectfully.He’s Dr. Simon Ellis, our head surgeon and Director at Northgate Manhattan Hospital.It was well known across New York that he’s the youngest son of the Ellis family, who ran a chain of medical-related businesses — and the hospital we work at is one of their establishments.But this young doctor remained low-key, and he was truly a mystery to us.Most of the women interns and fellow doctors fantasized about him, while also being a little scared of him.He was just… too impossible to read.He never wasted words or bothered with unnecessary pleasantries. His eyes briefly swept across the room before settling on me.“Dr. Bennett,” his deep, even voice rang. There was no warmth in it, yet somehow it always commanded attention. “A word, in my office.”The other surgeons exchanged knowing looks.Dr. Ellis didn’t call people into his private office for casual chats. And he rarely

~ ALISTAIR ~Liana.Six years, and not a trace of her had crossed my mind without venom.And now, she casually walked in as though time had never changed what had happened in the past — chin lifted, eyes polished with the same confidence she once weaponized against me.Every line of her face was familiar, carved deep into my memory, yet the sight of her sparked nothing.No ache. No longing. Not even hate—just complete silence.I remembered the way she had discarded me—stripped me down to nothing with a smile, as if love were a debt paid too late.I remembered the nights when rage had kept me awake, when ambition was all I had to dull the sting she left behind.But standing there, watching her move with elegance and sophistication, I realized the wound had long scarred over.Indifference. That was all she summoned now.She stopped a meter away from my desk, her eyes fixed on me with that gleam of pretense.The day she left me was the same day I realized I had been fooled by her falsity

~ ISLA ~  Just as Alistair’s sleek car disappeared into traffic, I heard a loud gasp behind me. My heart dropped instantly. When I turned, Riley was there—my ever-curious, loud-mouthed best friend—frozen on the sidewalk with her jaw hanging open like she’d just seen a UFO land. Her eyes darted between me and the car, then back to me. “Was that—? No. No way.” I braced myself for the barrage of exaggerated comments about to come. “ISLA. Tell me I’m not losing my mind. Did you just—did you just get out of that car? Of Alistair Montgomery’s car?!” Her voice climbed higher with every word, drawing glances from passersby. My ears burned at the name. “Keep your voice down,” I hissed, hurrying toward the hospital entrance.