Being His Unwanted Wife Novels & Stories

I'll do well to carry you along. The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife 2 (Marrying Him For Revenge) This Book Can Be Read As A Standalone Synopsis I married him, again. My abusive ex-husband. He ruined me, he abused me, he molested me, he took almost everything from me, and then made me have his babies. And then, I married him again. We reconciled after my twin sister whom he did all these for left him, we reconciled and I married him again. I'm officially Mrs. Ford, this time with no commas. And I shall have my revenge. I shall destroy every bits of him left, the ones my twin sister left couldn't.

Isabella said coldly. Lucas exhaled slowly. “I know.” Amara stepped back into the shadows just as the voices faded. Her hands trembled. She wasn’t just unwanted. She was temporary. And for the first time since the wedding, Amara understood something terrifying— This marriage wasn’t just loveless. It was a battlefield.

Selin’s scream was a raw, animal sound. She collapsed to the floor, her fingers trembling as she tried to gather the broken pieces, trying to fit them back together as if she could mend her own life. "Girls, throw this trash out," Rach commanded. "How dare you?" Selin’s voice deepened, vibrating with a cold, newfound rage. "I am the legal wife." "Let’s be clear," Rach sneered, leaning down to her ear. "You are the unwanted wife. The unloved wife. The forgotten wife. I have always been the only woman he desired."

He will not allow lose him as the husband of Jewel. In the days that have passed his life has almost become miserable, he is at the bar every day, and he hardly even goes to the company, every night he remembers what he did to his wife, her cries and pleading. For him, it was a nightmare. He also knew he was wrong that he didn't control his emotion and believed Alexa so all that stuff happened.

“You’re living in a fantasy.” “Maybe I am. But it’s my fantasy, and as long as I’m his wife, I’ll fight for it," I pointed at her. "While you will be stuck as his side piece. A woman he can never be proud of. A woman he will never show off to parties or show to his business partners." Tears formed in her eyes as she glared at me. "You..... " I smirked and continued, "You will be stuck in his shadow. He can never introduce you to his family because everyone will know that he was unfaithful to me. It will destroy his reputation and his family."

"At least I'm not a lovesick puppy with daddy issues, still begging for affection from a man who'd rather screw my sister. How does it feel to be the unwanted bride, little Rebel?" It wasn't a rhetorical question but I couldn’t find the words to answer his question. I stood up from my seat, ready to leave his arrogant ass. “Well, you’ll be thrilled to know that your ex-fiancé is coming tonight—with his pregnant wife, who just happens to be your darling stepsister.” “What are you talking about?” I demanded and a smirk played on his lips, as he rose from his seat and walked towards me. His huge frame staring down at me like I was nothing but a possession.

He only agreed to the marriage to maintain their family's reputation, and he did not abandon the woman who became pregnant through him. When Zachary and I initially moved in together, he told me that the unborn kid in my womb was the only thing that united us. He is uninterested in me and refuses to recognize that I am his wife. I understand where he's coming from, but as time has passed, I've seen a darker side to Zachary.

He didn’t understand why his heartbeat quickened each time he thought about that mysterious woman, but all he wanted was her. He knew it was wrong as he was married to Olivia who was the love of his life. He had fought against his whole family and the world to marry her. He loved Olivia, but she was no longer the same person. She used to take care of him, love him, and listen to him, but now she was willful, spoiled, and unreasonable. She didn’t even take care of their son, yet she was pregnant with another child.

I can see the curiosity, the questions, and the admiration in her eyes. "I was like you said", I confess, rolling out the dough. She squeals and runs to her grandmother. "She is his wife." I shake my head with a smile. If only she knows what it means to be Bryan's wife and the difficulties that come with living with all his rules. I guess that is what it takes to be a rich man's wife or probably what it takes to be unwanted and wanted at the same time.

“I know that there is a lot of shit going around in the media right now, but..." “It doesn’t matter,” I offer, too exhausted to discuss this. “You are free to do as you want. We are only husband and wife by name and not by relationship. If you have another woman, then…” “Then what?” He growls, leaning in toward me. “You’re fine with it?” Fine with it? Of course, I was fine with it. He wasn’t mine to possess, and we were simply partners in his scheme to get back at my father. Who was I to stop him from being with who he truly wanted to be with?