Unwanted Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

However, that might be a fucking lie, because I’ve been losing grasp of the word concentration since I made this chaotic girl my wife. She never misses a chance to barge into my thoughts uninvited. Whenever I’m working, in a meeting, or even in court, I think about her on my desk with her legs wide apart as she moans my name and tells me she’s been a naughty girl and wants me to teach her how she can be a good girl. Though she doesn’t genuinely mean that, considering she’s constantly being naughty in one way or another. And I can’t stop thinking about that, about her hidden tendencies and sweet taste. I haven’t been able to stop since the first time.

AZARIAH'S P.O.V I was dumbfounded when Becky said she wanted to be my wife, like, who the hell does that? Before my wife did years ago, I had made a promise to her to never engage myself with another lady, and I am happy I have lived through these years alone, with no fear of having anyone in my throat, saying that she wants to be my wife. I've made it clear to the ladies in my life that I only wanted a mother for my children, there are supposed to be no strings attached to it, but seeing this lady blurt this out in my face is just so unbelievable, can hardly even believe myself.

He bowed again and went out of the room, leaving me alone with the unconscious woman. As soon as it was just the two of us, I sat on the chair beside the bed and sniffed in the air until her scent hit me hard in my nostrils. Still, I couldn't feel my wolf getting excited or even feel a slight connection to seeing that she was my mate. I relaxed as I saw that the possibility was erased. The last thing I wanted was to be mated to a maid I got from Damon's place. He would never let me live down that path. Any little argument and I could imagine how he would counter back.

Their children also help, and I've become close to most of them, so I feel like a big sister. Jelena keeps pushing me to get out and try to find my mate, but a big part of me doesn't want to lose the only family I've ever known. I'm scared of being out in the world alone. However, that's not the only thing that I'm afraid of. I'm terrified if I leave, they'll forget about me, and once again, I'll be unwanted. That's one of the worst feelings in the world, feeling like no one wants you or cares for you.

I had her ex-family invited to the wedding, only for that bastard Milo to try hitting her. My fingers clenched into fists at the memory. If not for the laid-down rules of the Mafia Consortium, I’d have spilled his blood. Another post popped up that someone had tagged me in on TikTok. The media was clearly obsessed with my wife. I had been too at a certain point. She intrigued me in a way no female ever has. It felt like she gave all she had, but there was still a piece of her she held back and hid from the world, and it drove me crazy trying to find out what it could be.

Isabella said coldly. Lucas exhaled slowly. “I know.” Amara stepped back into the shadows just as the voices faded. Her hands trembled. She wasn’t just unwanted. She was temporary. And for the first time since the wedding, Amara understood something terrifying— This marriage wasn’t just loveless. It was a battlefield.

"If you're that desperate, go hump a stick." She froze, color draining from her face. She couldn't wrap her head around it. She was reaching out to her husband, and he hit her with "no shame"? Lucia didn't sleep a second. Buried under the covers, she scrolled through a forum on her phone: [The pain of a sexless marriage. What should I do if my husband's never touched me since we got married?] Some replies hinted maybe he was into guys. Others wondered if he just... couldn't.

His grip was steady, no longer the iron shackle of a husband-by-contract, but the anchor of a partner. "Day one hundred and eighty," I whispered. "Not quite," Damien said, looking at the glowing burner phone in my hand. The screen flickered one last time. A message from an unknown number: *The Architect never builds a house she can't escape. See you in the Caymans, Queen.* I looked at the smoking ruins, then at the man I had married to survive. The Unwanted Bride was dead. The Harrington empire was ash. But the Vane legacy was just beginning.

She rolled her eyes. “What if we trick that slut somewhere, get some boys to beat her or even destroy that dirty hole of hers?” She said and I raised my brows. “You're actually right… maybe that could scare her away.” I squeaked and she sat straight next to me. “Of course it would, we can even take pictures of her nudes and blackmail her with them, threaten her to cancel her wedding with your man.” Betty added and I nodded slowly. “After all Sir Charles Blackwood would never force her into a marriage with his son.”

“You can say and do whatever you want, Fiona, but HERE you are like a stupid bitch running after a guy who doesn’t even want you. Did he call you here? You came because you thought he needed you, oh, what a shame. Meanwhile he’s in there eating the only woman he really wants to eat, because he loves her.” “The only woman he wants to eat?” Fiona laughed sarcastically, unfortunately letting Helen get inside her head. “Then what do I do when he keeps calling me looking for comfort? What? You didn’t know your friend’s perfect boyfriend still comes looking for me, desperate to lose himself in my body?” But Helen just looked at her with disgust. “Look at the low, dirty level you’re willing to sink