Becoming His Unwanted Wife Novels & Stories

“Then why did you come here instead of going home? Oh, don’t answer that. It must be because you can’t stand your ugly wife. It's better to have some fun here first, huh?” Delmor chuckled and continued, “I understand you. If | were forced to marry someone as ugly as your wife, | don’t know how | would handle it. It’s true that ugly ducklings like her deserve some sympathy, but | just can’t bear to look at them.” Luna raised her eyebrows. As ugly as his wife, huh? She pushed the door open and walked in. Delmor who was backing the door, didn’t realize she had walked in and continued, “Dude, how don’t you have nightmares at night with her by your side? Or do you?”

“I’m just returning the favor.” Emily frowned. “That’s not the same thing.” “It is,” he said simply. “You just don’t like it.” Silence settled between them for a brief moment before his tone shifted colder, more intentional. “The gala is tonight.” Emily’s grip tightened on the sheet. “You’ll be there with me,” he continued. “As my wife. Convincing. Controlled. Perfect.” He paused slightly, letting the words settle. “You’ll make them believe I married you because I wanted to.”

A punishment. I wasn't even someone he acknowledged as human. I was nothing. As he took what he wanted, as I lay there with tears sliding down into my hair, I heard him mutter something against my neck. "I thought this was what you wanted," he said, his voice slurred and bitter. "You're my wife, aren't you? I can do whatever I want with you. Isn't that what you schemed for? To be Mrs. Martinez? To have access to all of this?"

Like the dark color of the wood of my favorite piano as a child. My stomach lurches at his words. When you’re my wife. I can’t just be his wife. I haven’t wanted to be anyone’s wife. I’ve turned down plenty of men in this world because I wasn’t interested in becoming somebody’s trophy wife. I’m not going to start with him, even if he does have a point.

he says calmly. "What about my parents huh? What about school?" "What is wrong with you Ace, I gave myself to you I fucking loved you why?" "I'm sorry but I had to tell you so you don't get your hopes up." "should have thought of that before you made me marry you, and before you promised me the world" I say throwing my hands up. "All you have to do is stay my wife for the next three months then I can give you a divorce." with every word he uttered my heart broke more, he really didn't want me all this time he was using me.

"He came over to me and said he had an offer. I was not interested but I was curious and bored. Also angry." "Why were you angry?" "My father had just told me to get a woman to marry within a months time." I nod. "We went over to the tables and played. We went over and over." "He lost." I stated knowing that part too well. "Yes. He lost. He did not have the money so he was left with only one option…" "Me." He kissed my forehead. "Yes,you." "That's it?" "Pretty much all of it. You know the rest,you getting picked up,the marriage,you running away,me getting you,you falling in love,me having been entrapped by you first,the…"

"I treated you like a merger. I treated our life like a balance sheet." He dropped to one knee on the damp grass, ignoring the sting in his injured ribs. "This time, there is no board. There are no patents. There is no Thorne legacy. There is just a man who wakes up every morning wondering how he got lucky enough to breathe the same air as you." He opened the box. "Clara Vance, I don't want to be your business partner. I don't want to be your 'observer.' I want to be the man who earns your love every single day until my last breath. Will you marry me? For real this time?"

He said it with gritted teeth, looking at her as if she was the worst thing that ever happened to him. And just like that, Hazel Anderson became Hazel Kingston. The wife of the richest man, but also the most unwanted woman in the world.

Jane leaned forward. "But here's where it gets good. You'll be anything but dutiful." "Meaning?" "Meaning you'll redecorate his precious house. Throw lavish parties. Spend obscene amounts of his money. Create scandals. By the time he returns, he'll be begging for a divorce." Lyra closed the folder, suddenly feeling the weight of what she'd agreed to. "And if he doesn't want a divorce?" "Trust me, he will." Jane's smile turned cruel. "Men like Ryker Blackwood expect obedient wives who enhance their image. You'll be a walking public relations nightmare."

He still couldn’t manage to wipe her memories away because it was simply impossible. He only wanted her to become the obedient wife of the Donquite family. After all, he had taken a fancy to her, especially due to her beauty and her perfect figure. She was a perfect wife for him. At the very least, she was much better then the women he had previously met. Once, he had her in his hands, he would take advantage of her splendid Gene’s a have a son. Then he could proceed to play around with other women. However, it also depend on Dora’s charm. Doflamingo wouldn’t just neglect her that easily. Once the honeymoon phase was over, he would still take care of her to make sure she loved him