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I’ve read all your comments, noted all the complaints and have poured all that into my next book. I am thrilled to announce that “The Unwanted Wife: Arranged To The Cursed Alpha”, is on the horizon. In this new tale, you’ll find amazing characters with deep chemistry. It’s a werewolf romance book but I promise you, it’s not the usual story you read every time. Our female lead, Alana, is feisty and passionate. I can’t wait for you all to read about her because I’ve never written about a character I love so much. The male lead, Darius, is just as stubborn as Damian. But there’s a twist. He is everything a woman would want, only if he manages to communicate with Alana who is dying to figure him

The touch sent a jolt of pure electricity through me. I ignored Ford entirely, focusing on the soup that tasted like ash in my mouth. In my mind, I was building a wall. It happened. It’s over. He got what he wanted, and now it stays in the past. I will be the wife Owen deserves. Not some wife who can get over an ex who abandoned her for guns. Later that night, the house had settled into a quiet hum. The kids were tucked away, and the tension in the air was thick enough to cut.

He had an average job in banking, average build, and an average 5-inch cock that had never quite satisfied her. They'd been married three years, and the fantasy had started as pillow talk. "What if a real man fucked me while you watched?" she'd teased one night after he'd cum too quickly again. It escalated to new fantasies and wishes every njght, but one thing Cindy noticed was thst anytime she talked about her hotwife fantasy Mark's cums freehand like a broken facuet. Cindy kept her fantasy to herself, always masturbating to her lewd thoughts, but never acting on them. She wanted to remain a prim and proper wife to her husband…..keeping their bed undefiled.

"Five years after the marriage, the young woman was beginning to become a woman, even if she did not allow her husband to join her. Becoming a woman was out of all options, there was no possibility of her doing something so vile and distasteful against herself. Francesca spent so much time looking for a way not to bow to that vile family from which her husband came, the young woman refused to become a woman under the protection of that blood that had never done anything to help her family. Months passed, until finally, through an oversight of her mother's maids, the young woman found an old but still well-preserved book on the table in the library of the mansion. The book was there, carefull

“Isla, you saved a drowning boy once. You don’t need someone else to tell you what you’re worth.” A stray but blurry memory, the river, the small pale face of a boy who had been all teeth and fear, skittered through my head. I hadn’t thought of that day in a while. I swallowed. “It’s not about worth. It’s about the terms. I left a marriage where everything was conditional. I watched daughters be dismissed and names be wielded like hammers. The idea of a man quietly buying us back into a life I didn’t choose makes my skin bristle. I moved out to stop moving on someone else’s schedule.”

NOTE THAT THIS BOOK IS FICTION. SO, DON'T COMMUNICATE THIS BOOK'S ACTIONS TO REAL LIFE. ..... Seven years ago…. Inside the grand bedroom, a small figure was asleep on the bed, it wasn't long before her eyes swung open. She stared blankly at the environment, even though she has spent five years of her life here, it still feels extremely awkward to her. In a Mansion where she was unwanted, and the servants even looked down upon her…. Indeed she was the unwanted wife of the Mansion, she finally realised why she was married into the Mansion in the first place. The man she has always loved and admired secretly all these years, he never even looked her up in the eyes, not even once. Never have she

A billionaire businessman and mogul, he had the looks and the money any woman would normally desire. But I would live a life of eternal sorrow if I married that man, because he was only seeking a breeding tool. He had lost his wife five months ago—Catherine Wilson. She was the opposite of everything he embodied, yet the poor woman had died while giving birth to their child, the acclaimed heir to his family’s fortune. And now he was searching for a new wife. My greedy father and wicked stepmother were using their connections to push me forward as the sacrificial lamb, all for the financial benefits it would bring to my father’s debt-ridden company.

And there was only ever one answer to that wanting. Kyle Branson. I wanted him before I knew what wanting really meant. Before I understood that desire could be a trap as much as a gift. Before I learned that the heart doesn't care about logic, about self-preservation, about all the sensible reasons why you should walk away. I wanted him so badly that I made a stupid decision. You know what happened next. You've been here for all of it—the contract marriage, the betrayal, the fall down the stairs, the loss, the divorce, the four years of raising two children alone while the man I loved pretended to be dead.

“So, tell me what you know.” “I don’t think I should be talking about people behind their backs, especially if it’s personal.” “Fine. Just be as vague as possible.” “I guess I can say my wife isn’t very fond of her sister, but I don’t know why.” “What if I asked you to find out?” “Uhm... isn’t that a little meddlesome of you?” “Oh, no. I’m not a meddler. I just enjoy drama. My favourite type is family drama. But I suppose I’d be asking too much of you.”