The Unwanted Wife Natasha Anders Novels & Stories

“Yeah, I promised not to bring that up again; I’m sorry.” I pulled her into my lap, resting my hand on her thighs. “It’s cool. And it isn’t even remotely what you think. Natasha is an enemy now, and I treated her as such.” Andrea scrunched up her nose. “What was she even doing there?” I shrugged. “She fed me some bullshit story about her being forced to work there to pay off some of her father’s debts. Anyways, she’s where she belongs now. If she knows what’s good for her, she’ll persuade Gordon to cooperate with the investigation.”

"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.

A face that wasn’t just beautiful… but dangerous. Beneath the photo was a list of achievements: Master’s degree. Excellent family reputation. Perfect health history. No genetic conditions. High IQ above average. No romantic ties or family dependents. No candidate name. Only a profile code. Strange. But that made her appear even more powerful. I closed the laptop slowly. Not because I wanted to stop—but because I needed to breathe so I wouldn’t fall out of the chair. If I chose a woman like this, my position as wife would disappear even faster. But if I didn’t choose, the Winchesters would throw me out anyway.

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.

' 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.

He said it with gritted teeth, looking at her as if she was the worst thing that ever happened to him. And just like that, Hazel Anderson became Hazel Kingston. The wife of the richest man, but also the most unwanted woman in the world.