Novel & Cerita Becoming His Unwanted Wife

The hotel wasn't far from our wedding hall. I walked into his room slowly. I was hiding behind the curtains. I clicked his picture, kissing her, sucking her, and a small clip of it. That was enough. I contorted my lips in disgust. I just wish I had more time to think, to decide. I did what seemed right at that moment. Now I was feeling trapped in an unwanted wedding, and… no doubt - unwanted. ' Look what a king-in-waiting is doing! '

It has been his problem right now and the thought of Oceane becoming the mother of his children make his mood turn sour. “No! I don’t want to take contraceptives and you can’t make me Lucien. I will be your wife even if you don’t want to.. And I’ll be the mother of your children even if you despise and hated it to the core.” The woman’s voice was firm and stern as she insisted that she will become his wife and the mother of his children... She had no choice but to do it... She didn’t want to stay in the shackle she is in now.. The shackles that her step-father had placed to her. And marrying Lucien whom his step-father has his eyes set on, is the only man who can help her.

They were really obsess of business that they will put their loved ones to this kind of setting. They didn't even considered the feelings of us when we heard it. Just for the merging of companies, they will do this? The thought of me marrying Zaine didn't even crossed my mind. Now, I'm confused. Something want to accept that news on one part of my mind, but I know for sure that it's not really for me. I was young and had a dream. I don't want to be on a loveless marriage.

“My wedding was fine, nothing special for an unwanted wedding and an unwanted bride.” The thought still stung when I thought about it. Not that I had thought about me and Luciano getting close to each other and becoming a loving couple the day after my wedding, but the idea that he might prefer to be outside and not at home because of me still woke that disgusted feeling of being unwanted.

There was nothing he could destroy in the room except that woman's picture and if he needed the company, he had to obey his grandfather and get married to Jessie or whatever her name was. Even the sound of her name tightened his stomach. He hated her even though he hasn't met her yet. Beth was better and the only woman he would ever love so Jessie's marriage to him would only be because his grandfather wanted him to and when his grandfather handed the company over to him, he would divorce Jessie and get married to the woman of his dreams. Beth.

So, he knelt down next to her and took her hands in his before saying genuinely, “don’t worry. I’ll get to the bottom of this straight away. We may not be as harmonious as we should be, but I will not let our adversaries succeed in tearing this apart.” He didn’t want to marry another wife when he had Felicia, who was wonderful and well-liked by his family. Unfortunately for the two, they did not know that this outcome had already been computed and that they were heading in the right direction. And by the time they realize they’ve been duped; it’ll be too late to change anything.

He hugged me more tightly and said gently, "You can trust me, Natalie. Tell me whatever's frustrating you." I sighed heavily and said, "It's about one of my friends." He picked me up and cradled me against his chest, then sat on the bed and placed me in his lap, saying, "Go on, I'm here to listen." I avoided his curious gaze and mumbled, "She got pregnant by accident, and her husband is forcing her to have an abortion.” I lifted my gaze at him to read his expression. He asked nonchalantly, "Why doesn't he want his WIFE to get pregnant?" Focusing on the word "wife.”

His grip was steady, no longer the iron shackle of a husband-by-contract, but the anchor of a partner. "Day one hundred and eighty," I whispered. "Not quite," Damien said, looking at the glowing burner phone in my hand. The screen flickered one last time. A message from an unknown number: *The Architect never builds a house she can't escape. See you in the Caymans, Queen.* I looked at the smoking ruins, then at the man I had married to survive. The Unwanted Bride was dead. The Harrington empire was ash. But the Vane legacy was just beginning.

To fill in the role as his perfect and obedient wife who fulfills every command, every ask, forever present and there to answer all of his wishes? My anger boils over, the inside of my mind screaming and howling to fight back. My nails begin to draw blood from my hands from the increasing pressure. “No.” “No?” Adrian scoffs. He looks at my parents, then to Clara, before turning his eyes back to me. “I am your wife, not your slave,” my eyes feel hot from the disappointed tears that gloss my eyes. “I have done nothing wrong to deserve this treatment from you. From any of you!” They blink at me. Nobody responds, their blank stares only pushing my anger further off the deep end.