Being His Unwanted Wife Novels & Stories

“I’m pregnant with another man’s, Marius Thorne’s, baby. Don’t tell me you’re okay with that?” Recognition flickers in his eyes. “I’ve seen that guy on TV before, and his wife too. Men are men, unable to stay loyal even if their wives already possess the beauty other men would die for.” My eyes widen in thrill at the reminder of Hazel. “If you don’t mind having a married woman with children, then I can help you get his wife instead.”

"Why? You don't want us to be friends?" "I don’t want to!" My forehead creased. "But why?!" I ask him a bit confuse. "Your my wife Mara. I don't want to be friends with you. I want more than that!" I suddenly felt my heart beat faster. "But we've tried that before. And look where it lead us." "Mara... wife..." he pleaded. I disagree. "No Maru. I don't want to go back to that process again. Now there is no other value in my life but Baby Tanya. "

“You can explain these layers later. But before we go on listening, the wife is no longer legally his wife. If that’s the case, why is he wanting her near while he has a mistress with him?” “Legally she left him and broke their marriage after he almost killed her. It’s all sick. This isn’t the first time he’s gone after her.” Stephan spoke up now. “Yoric, he belongs in Bedlam. The man hated his ex-wife when he married her. Packed her up into a location where she couldn’t survive without him and then he neglected her. If the newspapers are correct, her parents sided with him and left her to struggle alone.” “Disgusting. Do we have any clue why he wanted her here waiting for him at the airport

His gaze flicked back to Adam, who was standing a few feet away, watching us with a look of confusion and concern on his face. "Don't you ever dance with him again," Shraf growled, and I could feel his anger radiating off of him like a heat wave. "You're my wife, and I won't have you parading around with other men." I was fuming as my husband, Shraf, pulled me away from the dance floor, his grip on my wrist unrelenting. I couldn't believe his possessive behavior and the way he had barged in on my night out with Adam. I tried to shake him off, but his grip only tightened.

“Later on, his wife then terminated her pregnancy and lived with that man for a decade. Ten years later, he had successfully risen to prominence. However, when he captured and brought his wife back, she was already almost nine months pregnant with the third child with her then-husband. Ever since then, that old man had had a fetish. He would deliberately look for pregnant women. “If I were to give Jane to him, she would definitely kill herself, with her temper . Not only that, but she also could kill her baby in her belly.

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?"

"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

They wanted him to get married. The first two he can figure something out but the last one not quite. He doesn’t want to get married at all. With all the problems on him the last thing he needed was a drunk woman calling him her babe when all he wanted was come to this new club to have some fun. If his parents get a whiff of this they would immediately marry him off to this woman he knows nothing about. Yeah that’s how crazy they are about him taking a wife. And who the hell is Brad?

“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.

My mother is still regretting the fact that she didn't get to marry the man she loved and I am hoping the same mistake won't happen to me. I am only with Aidan because of our child, we don't love each other. I want to love my life, aside from being his unwanted bride. I am already tired of being tagged unwanted, everything about me screams unwanted. The maids in the house knows that I am their boss's unwanted wife and because no one outside our home and immediate family recognizes me as his bride. It feels right but sad. I want to experience love in a good soul and I want to be loved. Finding love is definitely not here in Aidan's home.