The Unwanted Wife Natasha Anders 소설 & 이야기

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.

“Okay. Thank you Kalis. Please call me the second it’s over. Don’t tell him anything that’ll make him suspicious.” “Kate, I’m not sure how long I can lie to him. The man isn’t just smart. He’s dangerous.” “I know. But he’s also dying.” I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. My reflection stared back like a stranger, my mind seemed blank starring at the new being I saw in the mirror. Who was this? Was this who I’d become? A wife by force, a lover by secret, and now a spy in my own marriage? I left the room and made my way toward Pierre’s office, knowing full well the storm brewing inside would be nothing compared to the one unraveling in his veins.

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.

“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.

“I am truly blessed that my mate is not shallow.” Falcon’s eyes held pride as he looked at me and I took his hand before turning back to the woman who was watching me with a glint in her eye. She walked around me in a circle, forcing me to let Falcon’s hand go. “Hmmm… answer me something, Natasha.” I narrowed my eyes on her. “What is it?” “Is Falcon your only one? Or are you just a whore?” My body stiffened. “Excuse me?”

Anton turned to look at it when the newscaster mentioned my name. On the screen in bold, black letters were the words: Trouble In Paradise: Is Damian Donovan Loosing His Charms Or His Wife? Closely following this was a video clip of when I punched Colin. I grabbed the remote control and turned off the television, but Anton had already seen it. With his eyes bugging in surprise, he turned to me. "Did that happen today?" "It did. That son of a bitch has just proven that he's not just after my company. He's also after my wife. I swear, Anton, I will make him pay for this. He must pay."

“And Emely… if your womb remains empty in the near future, then the family will replace you with someone who can provide an heir.” My chest seized, but she wasn’t done. Her smile was gentle, graceful, barely a whisper… yet it pierced bone. “You understand what I mean, don’t you, dear?” Anna walked away, but before she disappeared completely, she turned once more, her quiet voice landing like a killing blow. “And don’t misunderstand, Emely. Alexander isn’t the only one who wants this. The family… has agreed.” As her footsteps faded, my heart collapsed. I finally realized the truth. It wasn’t just my husband who wanted me gone. The entire family wanted me erased.

He knew she was innocent but whenever he tried to be compassionate with her the mere thought of his sister drowned him in another dilemma. He was caught in the web of hating and loving her at the same time. Even after their marriage, he was fighting with himself trying to change and control his anger in her matter. He was trying his best to not see her as Stark Watson's daughter but Leonard Steve's wife. The woman he wanted to be with.