The Unwanted Wife Natasha Anders Novels & Stories

They didn’t see the years I spent building something legitimate after running with men who treated blood like currency before coming clean. No one ever saw that version of me. And yet here I was. Still cleaning up messes. Still making sure certain ghosts stayed buried. The sound of my phone filled the room. I pulled it out of my pocket. Daniel. I turned away from the bars and answered. “Yes?” “Boss. We’ve got a problem.” Daniel’s voice was tight. “One of our guys watching the Whitmores said Natasha ran out crying. Got into a cab. They lost her.”

Nicholas Natalia Anderson is insane. I thought she was just desperate and angry at first, but as it turns out, she might actually be mentally unstable. "What the bloody hell do you want, Natalia?" I ask. I was sick and tired of her games. Maybe giving in to her demands would work and cause her to back off. She moves closer to me, "I've told you, baby. I want you back." She whispers sultrily. I grit my teeth and look away, my heart aching despite the anger I feel. “You’re—” loud buzzing outside steals my attention, and I look out the window to find a helicopter with The Todays Herald’s branding on it hovering over our property.

"Jarros, where's MJ? Do call her." Jarros, her husband, got up to stand, his face set in a hint of annoyance. His movement was checked by his wife's gentle hand. "No need, she's here." We sat with our backs to the door, and the Andals stood facing it. I turned around, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination. Two women entered. One, a vision of beautifully crafted glamour, was dressed in a red sheath that hugged every curve, her blonde hair beautifully styled, her face a work of beautifully painted cosmetics. The other.

Call it girlfriend, wife, as far as he's concerned, Natasha and all that entails her belongs to him. Soon, Dmitry left for Crying Sun. Two days later, after not hearing from Dmitry, Natasha had to search for Yuri but Yuri was also nowhere to be found. Naomi, her kid's nanny as well as her friend is suffering from an internal bleeding , that's a by product of how she was ruthlessly raped.

Isabella said coldly. Lucas exhaled slowly. “I know.” Amara stepped back into the shadows just as the voices faded. Her hands trembled. She wasn’t just unwanted. She was temporary. And for the first time since the wedding, Amara understood something terrifying— This marriage wasn’t just loveless. It was a battlefield.

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.

"I'm sorry. I didn't notice." I apologize to them. I need to act normal. It's like nothing happened. Maybe because what else do they think? "Didn't notice? Come on, Allysa Chloe what's the problem? You've been a fool for a while now and you seem out of your mind. Maybe you want to share something, we are here to listen?" Bea asked me. Maybe this is the perfect time for me to share with them what happened last night. "You know, in the beginning, I used to laugh at the movies and romance novels that have a fixed marriage thing and then have a happy ending. It's so impossible, right?"

She is everything a vampire like myself would wish for, but she is not the desire of my heart. Natasha has nothing. No land, no status, no family, and worst of all, she is a wolf. Yet my vampire desires her so much. My love for her keeps growing every second. Usually, my vampire and I are always on the same page when it comes to emotions and decisions. But now, we are on different pages. My vampire wants to go for Natasha, while I wanted to go for Cynthia. I tried to convince the vampire in me that Natasha doesn't matter, but it wouldn't understand.

“If you do that, I promise to give you a quick death.” She spat on the floor. “If I’m going to die, then your wife is going with me.” My jaw hardened at her woods, but somehow, I managed to keep my cool. “Even if you kill me and somehow your wife miraculously survives this, there is still someone out there who is willing to do everything within their power to make sure that your wife leaves this world.” “You mean Natasha?” She blinked rapidly, shocked that I already figured out her accomplice. “Don’t look so surprised, I’m not stupid not to know that you planned this with Natasha. Don’t worry, I handled her; I assure you that you’ll meet her at the other side.”

' he says then he went and sat down I just shook my head smiling. *************** This is finally it. The day I get married to Ace. The day I become Mrs Anderson I felt myself smiling at that thought. ' Let's get started and make you look breath taking so that your husband's jaw drop when he sees you.' My makeup artist Raina says. 'Can you make it a little natural I don't want it to be over the top.' 'Of course, you don't need makeup anyway because you are a natural beauty.' She continued chatting me up I actually felt free around her, we just talked about random things, I found out she had a baby, a little girl and that she was from Spain.