روايات وقصص ضمن The Unwanted Wife Natasha Anders

The man didn't even want to share a room with his wife. “I'm curious about the face of the woman who made Meazus fall in love like this.”

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.

The beautiful villa that Alice once inhabited as a sad pathetic wife would be wiped clean of her presence and I would shine in her place. But to my horror, after only a couple of short weeks, David had changed everything. He decided he was going to stay close to Alice, to be a part of her child’s life, to make the child our own, but that would never work. Now, because of his impulses and stupidity, we were stuck in this cramped little apartment right across from Alice. What was worse was that she had two men living with her. Two men who were clearly attractive and pining for her. Stupid Alice didn’t realize that. Of course she didn’t. She could argue a case, but she couldn’t recognize her ow

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.

"Unfortunately, I'm no fool, Miss Dawn. I am Elisha Winter, the wife of Alexander Winter, who is your boss and one of the three owners of MAC. So, for the second time, please get out of this room." Elisha thought that this way, Natasha would leave her alone. But unexpectedly, Natasha immediately opened the door behind her with her key, then shouted angrily. "Then, come here and see for yourself that secret of your husband! After that, I wonder, can you still have a big mouth like that?" This time, Elisha's forehead furrowed even more profoundly. She didn't know what was in the room Natasha wanted to show her. But whatever it was, Elisha felt that it was not something fun.

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."