روايات وقصص ضمن The Billionaire Unwanted Wife

“As if.” “The Damien Hardy?” The audience whispered among themselves. Emily stood there, exposed beneath the lights, clutching the card as the truth settled in. Damien William Hardy. The most eligible bachelor in the country. Billionaire heir. Untouchable. What would a man like that want with a leftover woman?

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—Anna 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.

“I’m genuinely serious about the deal. My grandfather demands that I marry within thirty days, or I lose Blackwood Industries to my corrupt brother, Williams.” The name hit me like a slap on my face. Williams. I had heard rumors about him very cold, greedy. And also The most ruthless of the Blackwood family. Xavier continued, “The offer is very simple. Three million dollars to be my wife. Strictly a business deal. No feelings. No attachment. Just a signature. Fourteen months. Then we part ways.” “Why me?” I asked directly, my voice cracking. “You were chosen because you have no ties to anyone powerful or dangerous,” he replied. “And you have no interest in my money. Those qualities make you

How lucky was I to have a billionaire husband, even if our relationship wasn’t perfect? The look on her face, Serena’s shocked, bitter expression when she realized I was no longer the shabby beggar she wanted me to be, was priceless. I could still see her eyes narrowing, her fake smile trembling as she searched for a way to drag me down again. She couldn’t stand seeing me clean, dressed neatly, and living well. So, of course, she brought up the debt. I sighed, brushing away the crumbs on my hand. How did we even get here? One moment we were like sisters, inseparable and the next, she had turned into my sworn enemy. Was I cursed to always end up alone?

“But marrying Alistair—now that was ambitious.” My jaw tightened. She took a step closer, circling me like she always did when she thought she had the upper hand. “Honestly, I don’t know which is more ridiculous. You, thinking you belonged in this family… or you thinking you deserve to be his wife.” I turned fully then. “What exactly are you trying to say?” I asked coldly. “Don’t be a hypocrite, Isla,” she scoffed. “You climbed well because Dad’s paving your way. From a charity case to a billionaire’s wife.”

"I am going to back you." "Clara..." "Do not say no yet. I am offering a partnership, and I will be clear about what I want, because I refuse to spend two years being quietly generous and then be surprised when you feel small about it." She counted on her fingers. "One, my lawyers. Not my father's, mine. They will eat a city planner alive. Two, trucks. Blacks Holdings has forty-one, and eleven sit idle on Sundays. Three, my name." Isabella said nothing.

The man I loved was now the most hunted man in the world, and I was the woman who had helped him burn his empire to the ground. But as he looked at me, a slow, dangerous smirk spread across his lips. "He thinks he won because he took the money," Alaric whispered, his eyes flashing with a predatory light. "He forgot that I don't need a bank account to destroy him; all I need is my wife."

She pressed a button. The screen went black. Richard lunged for her. Adrian caught him by the collar. “Don't touch my wife.” Richard's face reddened. “You fool! You would destroy your own family for her?” Adrian shoved him away. “She is my family.” For one second, silence fell. Elena stared at Adrian. Those words reached somewhere deep inside her, somewhere the fear and confusion had not yet touched. Then Richard laughed. “You have no idea what family means.” He pressed a concealed button beneath the desk.

“For five whole years, we lived under the same roof. We were husband and wife, and I know you better than anyone. For five years, I monitored every cent that entered your bank account.” A cruel smile appeared on his face. “And not once did your balance exceed fifteen hundred dollars. In fact, the only reason it ever reached that amount was because I was the one sending money to you.” Several people gasped. Richard folded his arms and looked at her with undisguised scorn. “You are poor, Bianca.” “You are broke. You are wretched.” Then he delivered the question everyone was waiting for. “So tell me... How does a woman as poor and miserable as you suddenly come up with one point five billion do

Elena hated him a little for that. She hated herself more for not walking away. Adrian opened the contract, turning it toward her. “Twelve months. You appear publicly as my wife. You move into my home. You attend events when necessary. You don’t ask questions about my family, my past, or my private business.” “And in return?” “I clear your debts tonight. Your mother is moved to a private specialist by morning. At the end of the year, you receive two million pounds.” The diner seemed to tilt.