The Unwanted Wife Natasha Anders Novels & Stories

“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.

She circled us with predatory elegance, and every nerve in my body screamed at me to run, yet my feet refused to move. “If this is about marriage, it ends here,” Sebastian said, his voice firm, cold. “Natasha, I want no part of your society.” A low laugh rolled out of her, mocking, humorless. “Don’t flatter yourself, doctor. I was never interested in being your bride. That fantasy belonged to my father. He wanted you at the head of the Echelon Society. Me? I want the crown for myself. So I slit his throat and took it. Now, I’m here to finish the rest of the job. Starting with you. And that fragile little wife you keep trying to protect.”

"You're smart enough when it comes to studying, but you clearly don't understand human nature! Just get lost. I'll take good care of your mother's company after she passes it to me. If you know what's good for you and stay out of my way, I might just let you off the hook!" I spat blood at her, my bones aching as if they were being drilled into by a thousand nails. "Wendy, I hope you suffer! You're the most despicable woman! Did you orchestrate everything, including me overhearing your conversation in the toilet and Nelson's appearance, just to trap me? Why are you so evil? Why do you want to take my mother away from me?" Why was she willing to use Nelson to get closer to me? He had been my l

Come on, who abandons his bride on the altar just to run after a baby mama that is still in denial of ever knowing him? "You're right. The thing is—why must they choose to humiliate her family like this? He could have called off the wedding some days ago! Or better still, he could have called it off yesterday, but not after gathering guests like this!" Different whispers spread as the guests exited the church. "You caused all of this, Bianca; you caused all of this!" Natasha cursed beneath her breath as each day passed by. One month ago, when Natasha returned to the city of New York, she reconnected with her high school friend, Bianca, who happened to be Flora's assistant at the Davis Design

"Or did you love the idea of having a wife? The status of being married, having a Luna, presenting a complete family unit to your pack? Because Matthew, love requires seeing someone as they actually are, not just what they can provide for you. And by your own admission, you never saw Bianca at all." My hands were clenched so tight my nails drew blood. "What do you want me to say?" "I want you to admit the truth. Not to me—I already know it. To yourself." She paused. "You married Bianca knowing you didn't love her. You spent four years using her labor and dedication while offering nothing genuine in return. You prioritized another woman over her repeatedly, openly, without regard for how it a

I spoke. “Ask me anything you want I would tell you everything” she responded. “Who exactly are these people and what do they want?” I asked. “Honestly speaking, I have never for one second set my eyes on the final boss. All I know is that Emilia is entitled to him and owes him a lot, but she refused to comply, so he wanted to take it by force, and how to put it? All those pressures,” Cassandra explained. “While all these things were going on why didn't you find it benefiting to discuss it with me? You made me look like a foot and allowed myself to be deceived right?” I demanded with a glimpse of aggression.

"Why don't you tell him the truth, babydoll. Tell him your pussy belongs to me." Serena didn't say anything. She wept silently and watched the tears drop on her hands. Shane tightened his grip on her hair and tugged at them. "Tell him," he insisted again. "My pussy belongs to Shane," her voice was barely a whisper. Noah stared into Shane's eyes. His grey eyes were cold and hard. "I suggest you let go of my wife, Shane," he said quietly and moved closer to them.

I'll gossip about the lovelife of this guy. He didn't look at me and just took me to Chelsea. "She's my neighbor, a very clingy neighbor." he answered. “Hm, new to you? You don't know her though.” "They moved a few days ago." I just nodded at his answer. I feel something different about that woman. Maybe, she just really looks like someone. I can't remember though. We immediately called Chelsea when we saw them. They were looking at a durian sculpture while Luke was taking pictures. We approached them and Nathan's eyes saw us first.

Natasha was explicitly instructed to display familial love in that scenario. Now she wasn't on any extraordinary terms with her husband's sister either. Anything and anyone that was connected to her husband, she wanted nothing to do with it or them. She might have been beaten down by fate into lifetime imprisonment matrimonially, but that didn't mean she had to like it too. She was heavily invested in hating these criminals as much as her luck allowed. However, if any one person in Kunal's life didn't repulse her, it was his sister. She could have loved her too in some alternate reality, where she was not loathing her life and silently wailing at the unfairness of it all. But it was, what it