Island Of The Unwanted Cast Novels & Stories

I snapped back, my tone acidic. "So, what are you going to do? Are you saying you're considering keeping her as your mistress?" Rick asked, his eyebrow rising in shock. "Who in the world is this prospective bride of yours?" CJ demanded, his curiosity raised. "Oh. her last name is Andal," I mumbled, realizing just how little I really did know. For goodness sake, who knew or cared what her name was? They regarded one another, their faces twisted into confusion and burgeoning comprehension. "Andal??! You mean MJ?!!" Rick screamed over the hubbub of the bar.

I promise you it will be worth it. And for those of you wondering about Lucas... well, guess what? He will get his own story too. Here’s a little hint, it involves an age gap, and maybe even a little sugar-daddy energy?? But kidding aside, I can’t wait for you to see the man he becomes. So once again, thank you so much for reading The Unwanted Wife. Thank you for crying, hoping, and growing with my characters. Thank you for believing in Lara’s journey, for hating Lucas when he deserved it, and for softening when he finally broke.

A giggle wafted across the air, temporarily making me forget the cause of my worry. Christina and Grayson were watching movies on the woman's laptop. There was a time when her husband would call her, and she would step out of the house and go outside. She did not want her husband to know that she was there. Why? Did Everette not know Beatrice and Grayson's whereabouts? Or did Beatrice’s siblings not know about Grayson? Why? Does it have something to do with being disowned? Christina suddenly laughed out loud while Grayson threw back his head and laughed. They were watching an animated film while I was waiting for Beatrice.

' I say nervously but she just gives me a tight nod while looking at me up and down. 'Who are you?' she asks well more like demands. 'Isabella.' 'Are you one of Ace's hookups.' she looks at me with a disgusted look and I had decided right then that I did not like this girl not only because of her rudeness but the way she dressed. Her clothes were so tight I could swear the button on her uniform was ready to burst at any moment not mention how short her uniform was. 'Because if you are let me tell you right now not to get your hopes up, I can see the look on your face you like him well let me tell you something little girly he is fucking mine.' she says while smirking then she held her hands

The numbers on page three would have bought a small island, or sustained a minor war. They were rendered in clean, heavy black ink, flanked by the quiet, meticulous marginal annotations of a man who recognized a slaughter when he saw one and called it a deal. It was, by any objective measure, the most significant acquisition opportunity Mercer Capital had encountered since the Eastfield position. The window to sign it closed in exactly fifty hours. And Amara was telling her to burn it. "Walk away," she said.

"Don't think so highly of yourself, Princess." Kiara remained silent. She merely looked at him. Her gaze was calm. Almost... pitying. As though she were looking at someone foolish. Raymond's expression immediately hardened. "What?" "Why are you looking at me like that?" Still... she said nothing. His pride snapped. "Do you honestly think anyone wants to marry you?" "No one gains anything by marrying you." His voice grew colder with every word. "You're the most unwanted woman in the entire Empire." Silence. The words echoed through the garden.

Five Years Later For the first time in five years, Yara let outsiders onto the island. The island wasn't just some nameless, uninhabited place anymore. After way too much back-and-forth, she finally settled on the name 'Evermeet Isle.' Seemed right—some people drifted in and out, but the ones who belonged? They stayed. Here, she'd only meet the ones who mattered. The name just fit. The island's untouched beauty caught the eye of a travel reality show director, and after months of negotiating, Yara agreed to let them film. But on her terms.

.Her Lies, My War Ella’s Private Lounge Ella sat by a vintage phonograph, playing a soft French song as she swirled wine in her glass. Her phone buzzed. Agent: “Phase One complete. Kate’s OB records were flagged by the health department. It will appear like insurance fraud.” “Perfect,” she whispered. “She’ll be under review within forty-eight hours.” Ella smiled at her reflection. “And when Pierre is forced to choose between his company and a ‘lying’ wife?”

No parents in their right mind would sell their child, even if they possess some abilities or not. I chuckled bitterly. Damn, since I was a kid, I am already unwanted. Unwanted by my parents, and now, unwanted by my pack. Hell. When can I see the sign so I can finally do my task and go back to the present? "Amaris, did the Moon Goddess give you any clue as to where I start or when the sign will show up?" Because I'm getting frustrated. I'm so tired of living in this shithole even though it has only been two days.

All I wanted were answers, and I wanted them fast, no matter the cost. There was something shady about how everything had happened. Why would he kill himself after getting the power to make his oppressors suffer? It didn't make any sense to me. He had lied about his memories. Was it to protect the identity of the one who turned him? Or was it to protect his own self? I had to see Alaric. Things were slowly getting out of hand. I drove 2 hours before reaching Blackbourne, the town the pack had settled in after the fire in Oakville. I hadn't come that far in a while. I usually met Alaric elsewhere, but I didn't have the patience to wait.