The Unwanted Wife Natasha Anders Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

"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

The Announcement Emilia My hand covered my mouth, as I held the wall tightly while my legs almost gave way. I could not believe what I had just seen. My husband of five years had kissed another woman’s belly with tenderness I had never received from him. Not just any woman. Cassandra. My best friend. The same woman I had helped secure a job in our company. The same woman I had proudly introduced to Julian years ago. “This can’t be real,” I whispered to myself as tears blurred my vision. “This has to be a misunderstanding.”

His gaze flicked back to Adam, who was standing a few feet away, watching us with a look of confusion and concern on his face. "Don't you ever dance with him again," Shraf growled, and I could feel his anger radiating off of him like a heat wave. "You're my wife, and I won't have you parading around with other men." I was fuming as my husband, Shraf, pulled me away from the dance floor, his grip on my wrist unrelenting. I couldn't believe his possessive behavior and the way he had barged in on my night out with Adam. I tried to shake him off, but his grip only tightened.

"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.

"You can say whatever the hell you want to say to me, you can abuse me all you want but don't you dare say a thing about my unborn child. You should be ashamed for forcing yourself on someone that doesn't like you. Who would even want a nasty individual like you as a wife? Mrs. Royal must be so disappointed in her supposed daughter-in-law." "Just shut the fuck up!!!" Natasha was fuming in anger. "I didn't come here to exchange words with you because I don't relate with low-life individuals like you. I came to make it clear to you to stay away from Colton. Don't you dare get married to him. I don't care what you do. Say NO to him, Go on exile, get rid of yourself and the baby, I really do not