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

HAZEL (AUTHOR POV) NIGHT TIMEThe Kingston mansion was like a palace, but to Hazel, it was a beautiful cage. The room she was given was huge, with a king-sized bed covered in silk sheets. But it felt empty.She was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a simple nightgown. She had been waiting for hours. Her heart was beating fast. She didn’t know what to expect. Would he come? Would they…?Suddenly, the door opened with a loud bang.Xander walked in. He had changed into comfortable clothes, but his face was still dark and stormy. He smelled of alcohol and expensive cigarettes.He looked at her sitting on the bed, and his expression turned even more disgusted.“Get off,” he ordered.Hazel stood up immediately, confused. “W-where should I go?”“Sleep on the sofa. Or better yet, sleep on the floor,” Xander said dismissively as he walked towards the bathroom. “Don’t even think about touching my bed. I don’t share my space with gold diggers like you.”Hazel’s face turned pale. Gold digg

HAZEL (AUTHOR POV) The night was long and freezing. Hazel sat huddled in the dark storage room, her body trembling violently. The rain was pouring heavily outside, and the cold wind seeped through the cracks of the walls, biting her skin like needles.She had no blanket. She had no food. Her stomach was empty, growling in pain, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten anything for almost two days.But she didn’t make a sound. She bit her lip until it bleed, holding back her sobs. She knew if she made any noise, Xander would only get angrier. He might even throw her out into the real rain.Be strong, Hazel, she whispered to herself in the dark. For Papa. Just endure. Just a little more.Morning came, but the pain didn’t go away.Hazel heard the maids starting to move around the house. She knew she had to go out. If she didn’t show up, they would punish her again.Slowly, she stood up. Her head spun, and she almost fell. Her legs were like jelly, weak and numb. She fixed her messy hair and

HAZEL (AUTHOR POV) Days turned into weeks, and Hazel’s life remained the same—a never-ending cycle of labor, hunger, and insults. The mansion was beautiful, filled with luxury and expensive things, but for her, it was nothing but a prison. She lived in the corners, invisible unless they needed someone to blame or someone to command.Selene had gone back to school, but her presence was still felt everywhere. Xander kept photos of them together in the living room, and he would often bring Selene home on weekends, making Hazel serve them as if she were their personal maid.Hazel had grown thinner. Her clothes hung loosely on her frail frame. Her skin was pale, and dark circles were permanently etched under her eyes. She worked from dawn until midnight, cleaning, cooking, washing, and ironing. She did the work of three people, yet she was fed like a dog—if she was fed at all.Often, she would only eat the leftover rice washed down with water, or sometimes, she would sneak a piece of brea

HAZEL (AUTHOR POV)Days turned into weeks, and the cruelty only seemed to deepen, wrapping around Hazel like a heavy chain she could not break. She had become nothing more than a shadow in her own home, existing only to serve, to clean, and to absorb the anger of the people around her.One afternoon, Mrs. Kingston decided to rearrange the heavy furniture in the living room. Since there were no maids around—or perhaps because they simply wanted to see her suffer—the task fell entirely on Hazel’s frail shoulders.“Move this cabinet to the other side!” Mrs. Kingston commanded, pointing at the massive wooden shelf filled with heavy vases and decorations. “And make sure not to scratch the floor! If you damage anything, you will pay for it!”Hazel looked at the cabinet. It was huge, much heavier than anything she had ever lifted before. She was so thin, her body starved and weak from lack of proper food.“Mother… it’s too heavy,” Hazel whispere

Hazel (author POV) The pain was a constant companion now, a dull ache that lived in every bone and muscle of her body. Hazel woke up before dawn, as she always did, her body stiff and sore from the hard floor she slept on. She looked at her arms in the dim light—covered in old bruises that were turning yellow, and new ones that were still dark and painful.She stood up slowly, feeling the world spin a little. She was so hungry, her stomach felt like it was eating itself. But she knew there would be no breakfast for her unless she finished all her work first and if the family allowed it.That morning, Mrs. Kingston decided that the entire house needed to be scrubbed from top to bottom.“Hazel!” the old woman shouted, throwing a bucket and a rough brush at her feet. “I want every tile in this house cleaned! Scrub them until they shine! Do not use the mop! Use your hands and knees! If I see even a speck of dust, you will do it all over again!”