Becoming His Unwanted Wife Novels & Stories

She was newly employed in the company when they unexpectedly got married. At that time, Micheal grandfather fell seriously ill. It was then he proposed a fake marriage just to fulfill his grandfather's dying wish. They signed a prenup, agreeing to hide their marriage from the public. Their union could be terminated at any time. It was an unconventional thing to do. However, Sarah only considered herself lucky at that time. Never in a million years did she think she would ever get married to the man she had a crush on for Five years. She delightfully agreed.

"Don't you know how hard it is to see the flower of the capital? My, you don't seem to know the treasure you've received. Even that money-crazed geezer refused to give me her hand in marriage when I asked. I'm jealous" His words irked Fredrich. The more he stayed in the capital, the more he realized the true importance of the woman he called his wife. For the crown prince to covet her despite having the support of her family, showing how much he really wanted her. "She's already married to me, your highness" "I know that. Divorce isn't exactly a big problem in our kingdom. I'm sure my father won't oppose me dissolving my engagement to my fiancee if it was to marry Miss Natalia"

“Trust me, I'm sure everyone knows that I'm Damon the great Kingsley's wife” “Hmm”, he seemed satisfied with my answer “So, how long is Harry going to be my bodyguard?” “Until I find someone suitable for that position” “Suitable?” “Yep”, he said popping the 'p'. “I'm actually looking for a kind of bodyguard who's really not interested in women” “So that he won't be interested in me in other words” “Exactly”, he grinned and I laughed. “Not that there is nothing wrong with you. You're a beautiful and an attractive woman, and you're also my wife and I don't like sharing”, I laughed out loud at his words.

"I WAS your wife when you treated me like a whore. But I'm not anymore! I'm not anyone's whore anymore! Not yours, not now not ever!" He cups my face with his cold hands, whispering with his eyes gazing into mine, "You don't wanna be my wife anymore?" I don't wanna be your wife anymore. I haven't been since day one. All I ever be was Scarlett Monroe, the ghost of your ex wife. "I wanna marry my fiancé." "You wanna marry another man?" "I wanna marry someone who wants me for who I am, not for who I looked like. I wanna marry someone who loves me as much as I love him, who I know would treasure me the way I should be appreciated. I want to marry my fiancé."

"Don't you dare cry? You're always a crybaby, Beatrice. Why do you always make me feel as if I am the evil one here? If there is someone who is evil, it is your family who pushed you to marry me. Your family knows our family. Your Mom knows I impregnated someone in the past, yet she still pushed this marriage even if I don't love you at all." It was an arranged marriage at first. No. Mom was arranged to marry Dad. Everette, my younger brother, was also arranged to marry Christina. The same goes with me. Three years have passed. I thought we would be like Mom and Dad who were able to withstand all the difficulties of married life. But maybe I was only expecting that. Maybe I was the only one

In my past life, my selfish son, Mathias Keyton, got himself a girlfriend when he first started studying at university. When he introduced his girlfriend to us, we were very satisfied with her behavior and demeanor. At first, my husband, Thomas Keyton, and I thought that Mathias had already grown up into a mature adult and wanted to settle down with his girlfriend. But who would've thought that reality would be the exact opposite? Mathias' girlfriend, Pamola Dentworth, may have looked fragile and dainty, but she was actually a woman who clung to her mother and prioritized her little brother's needs more than anything else. Also, she was very vain and materialistic.

Her ass jump behind her as she march out like a baby. “Seriously Ethan?” Theo starts, looking at me as of I had committed the world's horrible offense. “What now?” “What do you think you're doing? You're fucking married!” “Oh…so what do you expect me to do? Turn myself into a loyal faithful hubby because of who? And again remember I never wanted the marriage? I fuck whoever I want.” I roll my eyes. “Yes, it's no news that you don't want this but you just have to adjust. Accept your fate, embrace it…just fake it till it becomes real.”

“You are my guest.” That pulled a laugh from her, small and ugly. “Is that what I am?” Silence. She turned then. Damian stood in the middle of the corridor with his tie undone and his jaw tight, looking less like the perfect groom and more like a man who had arrived too late to stop the damage. Good. Let him see it. Let him see what his family had done to the woman he had dragged into their world. “I am not your wife,” she said. “Not really. I am not his future heir-maker. I am not some pretty solution to your inheritance problem.”

Shawn held out his hand, waiting to receive her. I turned to Mom once again. “Where the hell is her cripple husband? Isn’t he aware that his wife is whoring around?” “You saw all that happened earlier. Her father-in-law is using her as a pornstar. That’s probably their means of survival.” “She can be a whore before anyone but she better stay the hell away from my man,” I mumbled, unaware of the doom that was about to befall me. Shawn took her hand carefully in his. He pulled her closer and kissed her.

I clung to the edge of his desk, shaking, desperate. “No,” I whispered. “You can’t just—no, Regan, you promised. Back in college, you promised me. You said if we ever got the chance—” “I remember what I said,” he cut in, voice soft but firm. “And I’ll keep my word. I’ll support you and the baby. You’ll never lack anything—” “I don’t want support!” I snapped, tears pouring down now, burning my skin. “I don’t want your f*cking money or pity, Regan—I want to be your wife! I want to carry your name!”