The Unwanted Wife Novels & Stories

I turned to my wife, “I thought you didn’t want a threesome,” My wife looked at Chomzy and shily laughed, “Love, this is not going to be a threesome I want you to fuck Chomzy” “You what?! Is this a prank? Are you saying that to see if I want it? If I’m really going to do it?” “No! I would not play those games with you. I mean it, okay, I want you to fuck her please,” my wife said, now raising her voice.

“Then why did you come here instead of going home? Oh, don’t answer that. It must be because you can’t stand your ugly wife. It's better to have some fun here first, huh?” Delmor chuckled and continued, “I understand you. If | were forced to marry someone as ugly as your wife, | don’t know how | would handle it. It’s true that ugly ducklings like her deserve some sympathy, but | just can’t bear to look at them.” Luna raised her eyebrows. As ugly as his wife, huh? She pushed the door open and walked in. Delmor who was backing the door, didn’t realize she had walked in and continued, “Dude, how don’t you have nightmares at night with her by your side? Or do you?”

She said proudly. "But I want to call him my husband because I love him! I want to call him my husband because he loves me! I want to be married to him, because what we have is real, not because I want to hold on to a title... He told me to leave! He kicked me out of my house, our house, a place we were supposed to have our family. Now he has in there another woman. He is going to raise his family with her!" I said shaking my head because what she said just didn't make sense to me right now.

A woman I didn’t even know anything about but would find out everything about before the sun rose on another day. “And an unfaithful wife is a dangerous wife,” she added in a low voice. “A wife who is willing to do whatever it takes to get out of a marriage she is unhappy in. She will trade your secrets with your enemies, find ways to rid herself of you, and then where will you be, master? You will be in danger.”

My tormentor. "Why aren't you ready for me?" His voice cut through the darkness, sharp as a blade. His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging into soft flesh. "How often do I have to tell you about the rules?" "I'm sorry," I whispered, my throat tight. "I was sick again today, and work was—" "Excuses." He ripped away my underwear, the fabric tearing. "You smell like a kitchen maid. Disgusting." I bit my lip until I tasted blood, fighting back tears. Three years. Three years of being his unwanted wife, forced on him by his grandfather's deal. The old man's words still echoed: "You saved my life, child. Let me give you a good life in return."

Elena said to him without any emotion. "Nooooo. I will not give you divorce" Sebastian shouted at her. "But I want divorce. I love someone else. I want to marry him. I want to have kid with him. I want to make a family with him" Elena said to him. "Shut upppp. You are mine. Just mine. Don't dare to take other's name. You belong to me" Sebastian shouted at her. Elena smirked hearing this. "No one want a broken person like you Mr. Sebastian Knight. When your own mother didn't accept you how could you think that I will accept you as my husband? You are an unwanted person" Elena said to him. Her tone was fill up with disgust and hate.

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.

"My name is Clara Vance, and I am the founder and CEO of V-Tech Industries." The room erupted. Reporters scrambled to get closer. "Miss Vance! There are rumors you were married to Julian Thorne! Is it true you've been his housewife for three years?" a journalist yelled. Clara leaned into the microphone, a small, icy smirk playing on her lips. "I was a wife, yes. But I found the position… underwhelming. I’ve decided to return to a role that requires more intelligence and significantly less cooking." Julian felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. He stared at the screen, his blood running cold. She looked beautiful. She looked powerful. She looked like a stranger.

She was so desperate to make them separate. "What??" “I needed to distant Zaine to that girl. LShe will ruin my son if I can't do anything. She will harm Zaine. ” “What do you mean? Cheska's really nice to begin with. And she will never do bad to her friend. ” "You got it wrong, hija." “Kindly enlighten me,” I asked her. “I need your reason to why you’re really eager to marry both me and Zaine. It's not that easy tita. We don't like each other. ”

The headline says: "ASHCROFT FOUNDATION RETURNS—LEO SERRANO AND WIFE EXPECT FIRST CHILD." Wife? The world tilted on its axis. "They… married?" Pandora's tone is subdued. "Two months ago. Secret wedding in Paris. That's how she received diplomatic coverage—she's now legally part of the Ashcroft board by marriage." "She manipulated us," I gasp. "She wanted us busy so that she could set up her power pieces." "No," Pandora answers. "She wanted Cassian dead. But not before… " I look at her. "Before what?"