The Unwanted Wife Natasha Anders Novels & Stories

Blurb Waking up inside the body of Emma Carter, the tragically neglected wife from a web novel, was the last thing I thought could ever happen to me and my very first nightmare. The second was remembering her canon ending: a mysterious, brutal murder shortly after her divorce. When my powerful billionaire husband, Ethan Hayes, throws the divorce papers on the table, he expects me to beg for his affection. Instead, trapped in a dead woman's shoes with a clock ticking down on my life, I decide to turn the whole game around. Ethan wanted a clean break. Instead, he's about to find out what happens when the wife he threw away holds all the power, and he's the one left waiting on her answer

“You look absolutely stunning tonight.” Natasha returned the hug stiffly, her smile not reaching her eyes. An elderly woman, slightly younger than Marcus, walked in our direction. “Natasha Whitmore!” The hell is Natasha Whitmore? “Aunt Laura?” Natasha said as she pulled her in for a hug. “It’s been a while. And it’s Castillo now—Natasha Castillo.” Good. They broke the hug, Natasha gesturing to me. “This is my husband… Tristan Castillo.” Laura looked between us before smiling. “Forgive me. I’ve gotten used to calling you Natasha Whitmore.” Her gaze returned to me. “So this is the famous Tristan Castillo?”

The man I loved was now the most hunted man in the world, and I was the woman who had helped him burn his empire to the ground. But as he looked at me, a slow, dangerous smirk spread across his lips. "He thinks he won because he took the money," Alaric whispered, his eyes flashing with a predatory light. "He forgot that I don't need a bank account to destroy him; all I need is my wife."

That woman. I took a deep breath, steeling myself as I gathered up a few papers and tossed them into the recycling bin. Sarah could care less about tidiness—she was all about appearances, lost in her own world of drama. But Cassie? She craved attention, basking in the belief that she had every right to invade my space. My blood boiled as I folded a stray sweater, my mind racing with emotions I refused to suppress any longer. Cassie. My husband’s mistress.

one of them remarked, their curiosity getting the better of them. “Well, that’s not the case this time,” Natasha responded coolly, a faint smirk playing on her lips. “I couldn’t help but overhear you talking about the Demon Alpha’s wife,” she added, her sharp eyes scanning their reactions. “Yes, we’re just curious. Who could possibly be the lucky girl?” one of the women asked eagerly, her voice tinged with envy and fascination.

said Natasha as she picked up her clothes. “What are you doing here? You are meant to be at home with your child,” Alex snapped, as if I were the one out of line. “Our child, you mean? And you asked about what I am doing here?” My voice rose as the words spilled out, trembling with anger. “What are you doing here? With her?” Natasha had wanted everything I owned! She wanted my life so desperately, stealing whatever she could—my parents’ affection, my belongings, and now my husband?

“Six months, Damian. A wife is not enough. I want an heir, or I will tear apart everything you have fought for.” Elena looked at Damian then. His face had gone unreadable again, but his jaw was tight, his eyes colder than she had ever seen them. The old man turned, paused at the door, and looked back at her. “Welcome to the family, Mrs Blackwood.” Then he left. The door closed softly. Elena stood there, breathing too fast. Six months. An heir. A marriage built on debt, lies, and another woman’s ring. She turned on Damian. “Tell me he’s lying.”

Her dress is short, her makeup loud, and she is screaming desperately. "Natasha? Who is she? A friend of yours? If she agrees, then we can have a threesome, what do you think?" the man suggested, his eyes lingering on Iris, who had just disappeared inside a private elevator. Natasha gave him a look. "Forget about that woman, do you know who that man is?" she inquired. Her companion looked puzzled. "Who?" he inquired. "Xavier Knight," Natasha replied, her tone bitter. She was supposed to be his wife. But Iris stole that position.

Trying to gain Alaric's sympathy, Dianna started pretending to be nervous, saying, "Ms. Rockefeller, don't be angry at Ric. It was me who kissed him." Hearing the nickname Dianna addressed Alaric with, Evelyn frowned. She spoke, her tone cold and dominating, "Ms. Dianna, I did not ask for any explanation from you, and I would appreciate it if you didn't speak between a conversation held between me and my husband." Again, she emphasized the words 'my husband.' "Also.." Evelyn looked at Dianna in disdain and said,"You are addressing me wrong, it's Mrs. Pritzker." She wanted Dianna to know who had the title of Alaric's wife, "I don't want my husband's mistress to interrupt me and my husband."

Damien 137. I had heard enough of what these two insane women were talking about. I hated how they both looked at me as if they knew something I did not. I hated that I did not know any of their angle or what ever the fuck they were up to. As soon as my wife resigned, things have been rather confusing. Natalia had a problem with letting go and it was beginning to get on my nerves. Camilla was not who I thought she was and I kept feeling like I had been played for a total fool.