Novel & Cerita Being His Unwanted Wife

Amelia laughed. Old times’ old? Were there any pleasant memories for her to hold onto? He was so shameless. “Like I said, I owe you nothing. I’m not giving you anyone’s contact.” “Christ! Why are you so fucking stubborn?! Fine, since you want to be my wife again, I’ll marry you. Satisfied? Now can you give me what I want?” The arrogance in his tone was disgusting. “Did I tell you that I want to be your wife again? In fact, I regret being your wife. It was a total waste of time so why should I want such despicable position again?”

When he had heard rumors saying he killed Nate’s father to steal his properties and he hated his friend’s family, it had increased his fear and at the same time, kind of boosted his morale to do more evil. All of them were lowlifes in his opinion. It was true that his marriage with his wife was far from being perfect, it was also far from being happy but he wasn’t going to let anyone take them away from him. When it came to his wife, he saw her as a business partner. There was no love between them and he had only married her because she came from a family of great influence.

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.

“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.”

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.

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.

"Can not I? Your reputation is hanging by a thread. The bored needs stability. Your current condition is enough to oust you as CEO. All your enemies need to do is create one more scandal and it is all over." I had wanted to fight and to rage against his ultimatum. But the empire my grandfather had built and my father had expanded, I could not let it crumble because of me. "Fine," I had spat the word like it was poison. "I will marry her." I stared at my wedding ring which felt heavy on my finger. Kate Delacroix was the perfect society wife. Although she had the... A sudden pain shot through my chest and a groan slipped past my lips. I stumbled forward, gripping the desk to brace myself. The

Her smile seemed fake to me and I guess she didn't like me much yet she never showed this. Daniel aka Daniyal, my husband, his behavior and ignorance made me clear that I was his unwanted wife and he was forced into this marriage. He didn't even talk to me. I could see hatred in his eyes for me. First I got upset then I accepted this. Now I didn't care that he liked me or not. The worst thing was our rooms were attached. I got admission in the same school, today was my first day of school. I put my grey long shirt which reached to my knees, a black trouser, and wrapped a grey hijab around my head. I never liked makeup so I went through some creme and kohl.

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 Zayden 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 Zayden's home.

That I would be fine with being his second, just to fulfill a purpose then be thrown out right after so he could be with the one he really loved. Who was she? I wondered. She was definitely a wolf, probably of their pack. She was probably really beautiful and strong, unlike me. Thinking about it so much was only making my heart ache. I didn't want to picture Kieran together with some other woman. Except in this case, I was probably the other woman. I tried to close my eyes, to sleep and forget my worries, but everytime I did, all I could see was Kieran embracing an unknown woman and it was driving me insane. I had to talk to someone about my discovery.