The Unwanted Wife Natasha Anders Novels & Stories

His gaze shifted to her first not her husband. “This is my wife, Natasha Smith” Liam said smiling. “She handles the internal logistics” Natasha stretched her hand for a handshake “Natasha Smith” She said The man stared at her for a while before accepting the handshake “Lucas Wayne” He said When the meeting ended, Lucas approached them. “She’s wasted behind the scenes” He said mildly Her husband stiffened, laughing awkwardly. Natasha adjusted her clothes hoping that no marks were visible. She felt conscious, he stared at her like he could see everything she was trying to hide.

I replied with a smirk on my face. “You should do it cleanly,” Baldwin advised. “I can refer you to a professional in matters like that.” “I will take care of it, sir,” I told him confidently. “Of course, you will,” he sighed. "Next person?” “It’s the last person,” I told him as I scrolled to the last slide. “She is Bruce’s wife, Natasha Hills now Natasha Stamford.” “Interesting. She is your ex-girlfriend. How do you intend to take care of her?” Baldwin asked.

"My name is Clara Vance, and I am the founder and CEO of V-Tech Industries." The room erupted. Reporters scrambled to get closer. "Miss Vance! There are rumors you were married to Julian Thorne! Is it true you've been his housewife for three years?" a journalist yelled. Clara leaned into the microphone, a small, icy smirk playing on her lips. "I was a wife, yes. But I found the position… underwhelming. I’ve decided to return to a role that requires more intelligence and significantly less cooking." Julian felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. He stared at the screen, his blood running cold. She looked beautiful. She looked powerful. She looked like a stranger.

I stared at the duo before me with a bored look. “We apologize for the scene we made yesterday, but I want you to know that our intentions were pure.” My wife’s stepmother started to say. “You embarrassed my wife, and here you are, saying your intention was pure?” The tone of my voice went high this time around, and no doubt I was starting to regret giving them some audience. “No, that’s not what we mean.” Lauretta interfered. “Cassie is just a pretender, a liar, and a gold digger. I’m the one who is meant to be your wife!” She pointed at her chest.

"My name is Pandora. And I'm here to assist you in burning the Ashcrofts to ashes." The line cuts off. I sit there, my heart racing. "Who in the world is Pandora?" I whisper. Kade voiced out, barely a whisper. "The first wife." Cassian's body tenses. "That is impossible. She is dead." Kade shakes his head. "You really believe Larsson buried just one secret?" And in an instant— The whole war became personal.

“Sebastian... please. I cannot stay here. The nights are the worst. Lena touches me. She smells my hair. She waits until lights out. I do not sleep. I just lie there shaking. Helen is falling apart too. Tanya suffocates her with that pillow every night. We are breaking. We cannot take it anymore.” “Good,” he said. “You deserve to feel trapped. The way Fiona felt trapped in our marriage. The way she felt trapped in that car while it filled with blood. The way Corine felt when your father pushed her down those stairs.” Ross cried harder. “I am begging you. I will do anything. Anything you want. Just get us out. I will disappear. You will never see me again.”

she joked in a humorless tone. My emotions were getting the better of me. “Why don't you just call him right now, even if you want to beg to his face,” I threw out rudely. I slammed my car door right beside her, causing her thin shoulders to shake in shock. Natalia didn't answer. Only a brief grumble on her pursed lips full of stifled babble. “Damn Robert. You know how much I hate working with that damn man. If it wasn't for Mattheo, do you think I'd be willing to be a washerman for all his dirty deeds?” Natalia grumbled in annoyance, until she lit her cigarette in frustration.

“I am sure of that too.” There was a long silence as Hannah couldn’t stop her curiosity. “What happened to you?” She asked. “I’m sorry if I asked.” Natasha smiled bitterly. “We were running away from our home when there were people… from my husband’s work. They found out that I was an omega. We ran off while my husband fought them. I slipped off the hill. I lost my baby.” She reached her stomach. “My hips were broken and~~this happened. I am a useless mother and wife.”

Finally within reach of the answer I had been searching for. But what I saw when I arrived was unexpected. Alistair's wife was being harassed. The police had locked her in a cell with gang members. I could see her through the small window in the door, her torn blouse, her bare feet, the fear in her eyes. She was surrounded, cornered, outnumbered. And the officers on the other side of the door were doing nothing. If I continued tracking the signal, I might finally get closer to the woman I was looking for. I could have walked past that cell, ignored the screaming, kept my eyes on the tracker and my mind on the mission.