The Billionaire Unwanted Wife Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry, Mama. I’m sorry for breaking the union you chose for me. But he never loved me. He never protected me the way you promised he would. The man you called my husband became my monster. He became my living nightmare.” The words Rach had spat at her echoed in the silence of the yard, fueling her resolve: The Unwanted Wife. The Unloved Wife. The Forgotten Wife. The next morning, the sun rose on a different Selin. She was in the kitchen, mechanically preparing breakfast for her husband and his mistress, when a knock sounded at the door. “Are you Mrs. Selin Miller?” the courier asked, holding a professional-grade envelope.

Ethan stood alone in his £50M penthouse, in his £15,000 suit, surrounded by everything money could buy, and felt poorer than when he was pretending to be poor. Because his wife had left. And outside, in the elevator, Elise finally let out a loud sob, hugging her tote bag, whispering: "My husband is a billionaire... my poor husband is a billionaire... what am I going to do?"

“Marriage.” I actually laughed. It was the only reaction I could manage. “You’re joking.” “I don’t joke about business.” My smile disappeared. “You want me to marry you?” “For one year.” I stared at him. “You don’t even know me.” His expression didn’t change. “I know enough.” “And why would a billionaire need to marry a woman whose company is about to be taken by the bank?” “Because I need a wife.” “You have women throwing themselves at you.” “I don’t want one of them.”

Kaelan’s mansion was behind high walls and manicured hedges, the kind of old money that tried very hard to look effortless. It was impressive—marble columns, wide circular driveway, security cameras blinking like small red eyes—but it was not Maxwell territory. Maxwell’s world existed several rungs higher, where people spoke his name with a mixture of envy and caution. He parked at the other side in front of the big gate, engine still running, and looked at her. “So your husband lives here? He's rich?” He looked at the mansion before staring at her. “Yeah,” Sloane nodded in agreement, rich and brutal though.

Damian Blackwood waited at the altar like he was attending a funeral instead of his own wedding. Tall, still, unreadable. Black suit. Dark eyes. A mouth that looked as if it had forgotten how to be kind. For a second, Elena’s steps faltered. Her fingers tightened around the bouquet. Somewhere behind her, the wedding planner made a sharp little sound, probably terrified the bride was about to ruin the most photographed marriage deal of the year. Marriage deal. That was all it was. One year. One signature. One ruthless billionaire paying off her family’s debts in exchange for a wife he could parade in front of the board, the press, and his dying grandfather.

I never imagined my own family would be the ones to sell my future. At thirty-two, I had spent my life being the responsible daughter. I stayed quiet and followed the rules. But when my family’s empire began collapsing, my parents decided my life was the perfect price to pay for their survival. Their solution was to marry me to Adrian Samson, a billionaire heir in his late forties who was in love with my nineteen-year-old younger sister. I refused, but my parents had made their decision. The Samson family accepted the arrangement. With a signed contract, money at stake, and a wedding date fixed, I was trapped in a marriage neither Adrian nor I wanted. The wedding became a night

I just put on light makeup and then left the room. I just sat in the living room while waiting for Jhazzy to arrive. I turned on the TV first to watch a K-drama. Soon there was a doorbell on the door so I got up to open it. Jhazzy smiled at me. "Your house is too big, you came from a rich family plus the fact that your husband is also a billionaire.” She commented. "Same as you, you are also a rich woman and I bet your husband is too. Come in." I said to her,

"Yes stepmother. She answered her with a smirk. There was a knock on the door. Riley's father came in and said, The Knight family has arrived; are you ready, honey? He looked at his beautiful and gentle daughter and continued, Riley, are you sure you want to get married to Bruce Knight? Riley looked at her father. Yes, father, I want to. The Knight family is the wealthiest and most valued family in New York. The only direct heir, Bruce, was disfigured and made crippled when he was kidnapped 15 years ago. Since then, Bruce has not appeared in front of others. He was rumored to be cruel, ugly, and terrible, and every woman sent into his house did not come out alive.

Everyone was happy except the two of us. Lexus who was in front of me didn't speak. He doesn't want to, does he? Because come to think of it, how will our lives be? How can we live with each other? We don't even know each other very well. They both congratulated us. I just smiled. But somehow I felt relief that he was the one I would marry. At least our family knew each other. And…. Yes, I'm going to marry a billionaire named Lexus Clark Salvatore. Good luck to me. Really.

Her face turned red in anger. "What's the use of having such a pretty face when you couldn't get keep of a few investors?" After some time June said. I glared at June. "Now You are going to lead the project so I hope you can hold them tightly." I ignore her. "How can I, I do not have inherent talents like your mother. I am sure you did So tell me how to seduce a billionaire." I looked at June and gripped the glass in my hand and threw the water on her face.