The Unwanted Wife Natasha Anders นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“You have no right to insult me, Mr. Eddy Gracias! If you don’t want me to go with anyone, just say it. Don’t you ever insult me…” “Or else what? Tell me! You’ll report me? To whom? Don’t you dare get on my nerves, woman. You are still indebted to me. Think before you act! That’s all I want from you. You are married, either contracted or not! You need to be wise about it!” Natasha gulped and looked away. Tears heated her eyes but she tried so hard not to show weakness in front of Eddy. She felt she sold her integrity to a man because of a stupid mistake she made.

“All I wanted was for Emily to have a healthy family. Am I doing something wrong?” This woman should be given the grand prize for acting, Anna thought. “Don't play dumb with me, Natasha. You come to us with a motive, don't you?” asked Anna, and her tone was sharp, cold, and intense. “Motive? What do you mean?” She continued to lie. "You acted like you were so weak and innocent in front of my husband to seek his attention, and today you have successfully drawn us into a misunderstanding. Congratulations, Natasha.” When Natasha was about to reply to Anna, Ibrahim came out of the room when he heard a loud fuss outside, he started to feel uneasy. His feeling was right: the two women were arguing

"you're still alive, " I said with a smile, and I really felt that I'm back to who I was before, the strong, bad girl. "you are still my wife, " Jake said and grabbed my arm and squeezed. I released my arm from his grip and said "no Jake, Natasha Andrews is your wife and I'm Natalie Salvator," "How did you turn Roman on me, " Jake asked. "Detka," I said baby in Russia and continued "Roman wasn't even with you, "

Alexander stands beside her with his jaw set and his hand gripping her shoulder in a pose that screams solidarity and heartbreak. Behind them are the rest of the family. Camilia’s lips pursed in feigned sorrow, my father eyes cold and unreadable, and Gregory Westfield radiating smug satisfaction. I hit play. “I…” Natasha’s voice quivers, every syllable calculated for maximum effect. “I know what everyone must think of me,” she begins, dabbing delicately at her eyes. “That I’m the villain in this story. The other woman. The home-wrecker.” She pauses, letting her words hang in the air while soaking up the attention.

Stop spouting nonsense, I wasn't talking to you nefarious woman" Mr Arnold interrupted his wife's words. "Dad, please calm down, mum is right, I just have to get married to Zain, I have no choice. Besides, I am pregnant with his child " Natasha responded in a pitiful tone. Mr Arnold got the shock of his life. He never thought that such a day would come. Mr Arnold felt his knees weak and before he knew it, he fell to the chair. So this girl actually went behind her sisters back and started messing with her man? How could I have been so blind not to see the kind of games these people were playing? All this happened under my own roof and I couldn't protect my child. So pure and innocent, yet na

Mary said in anger "You are right, Mom. I know why that bitch does this. Natalie did this out of jealousy. Natalie was jealous of me because I was educated, beautiful and selected as a model. When she saw I had been selected as a new model, her jealousy definitely increased. So she tried to hurt me on purpose. Even knowing this, we shouldn't invite her and her paralyzed husband, Lucien, here? Seeing that paralyzed man in a wheelchair makes my body tingle with hatred. I also hate to think that I was once engaged to that paralyzed man. If we had gotten married instead of getting engaged, my life would have been ruined today. If I had married him, I would have had to give up my dream of becomin

He recognizes the man as Stella’s husband, “You two look awfully close,” he begins, an underlying hint of fury hidden behind every word, “you two really make the perfect pair.” One of the men from behind steps out of the formation. He’s taller and more slender than the other man, his face lacing any emotion. “She’s not your wife,” Silas, the eldest son and assassin claims. He crosses his arms over his chest, looking down at Adrian. “We look down on men who are unfaithful to their families and bring their…playthings to social events for all to see.”

A giggle wafted across the air, temporarily making me forget the cause of my worry. Christina and Grayson were watching movies on the woman's laptop. There was a time when her husband would call her, and she would step out of the house and go outside. She did not want her husband to know that she was there. Why? Did Everette not know Beatrice and Grayson's whereabouts? Or did Beatrice’s siblings not know about Grayson? Why? Does it have something to do with being disowned? Christina suddenly laughed out loud while Grayson threw back his head and laughed. They were watching an animated film while I was waiting for Beatrice.

The line went quiet for so long that I feared she had hung up. "Do you realize what you are asking is unethical Kate?" "I know. But he will die without help and I can not watch that happen." ...... Three days later, I met up with Kalis at a café near the hospital. Her dark curls had been pulled up into a tight bun. She put on her glasses before she placed a file on the table between us. "This is your husband's file. You don't know what I had to go through to steal this shit." I swallowed hard.

I didn’t like how confident she sounded. “You do know the shares of R&H textiles are only dependent on your good public image.” “What do you mean?” “Simple…” She paused, as if to make me more tense than I was already becoming. “What do you think the public would do when they found out how badly you treated your late wife?” Isabella Yang. The reminder of her left a bitter taste in my mouth. “We both know I didn’t do anything. You did most of the work.” “And you, what did you do?” I stood back and watched her being bullied and finally pushed down those stairs, which caused her to go into early labor.