Unwanted Wife Novels & Stories

Today has to be the worst and happiest day of my life, I can't imagine that a woman has the audacity to stand me up in an event, no one has ever done that to me not even my father, I have always been the one commanding respect from people an standing them up, no one has ever returned the favor until today and I was annoyed that I had no other choice than to call my wife, the woman the familia forced me to get married to, a woman who's obsessed with how hot I look, a woman who'll stop at nothing to make me hers even though we both know that it's an impossible mission, a woman who I only sex cause it's compulsory for her give birth to kids cause of the familia, a woman who married me because o

My mother is still regretting the fact that she didn't get to marry the man she loved and I am hoping the same mistake won't happen to me. I am only with Zayden because of our child, we don't love each other. I want to love my life, aside from being his unwanted bride. I am already tired of being tagged unwanted, everything about me screams unwanted. The maids in the house knows that I am their boss's unwanted wife and because no one outside our home and immediate family recognizes me as his bride. It feels right but sad. I want to experience love in a good soul and I want to be loved. Finding love is definitely not here in Zayden's home.

And there was only ever one answer to that wanting. Kyle Branson. I wanted him before I knew what wanting really meant. Before I understood that desire could be a trap as much as a gift. Before I learned that the heart doesn't care about logic, about self-preservation, about all the sensible reasons why you should walk away. I wanted him so badly that I made a stupid decision. You know what happened next. You've been here for all of it—the contract marriage, the betrayal, the fall down the stairs, the loss, the divorce, the four years of raising two children alone while the man I loved pretended to be dead.

He didn't know how to be vulnerable because vulnerability was the only thing that could truly kill him. I spent the rest of the night in a state of hypervigilance. I couldn't sleep, the image of my father haunting my dreams. I began to realise that Alaric was right about one thing: I couldn't just be the victim in this story. If I wanted to save my father, I had to stop being the "unwanted wife" and start being the strategist.

"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.

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.

I’m just your wife…" Sophia’s POV: Yes, I’m only a wife on paper. Legally bound, but not in the way we live our lives. Seven years have passed… and nothing has changed between us. Except that I no longer need to work to fund my studies or feed my family. I live in a beautiful home and no longer fear my father, who does nothing but drink and hurt people.

Isla’s breathing changes, becomes shallow. I shake my head to clear the fog of desire that was starting to fill my mind. Magnus continues to stare at her with dark eyes filled with desire. He wants her. I understand this because I want her. The woman I married is not a breeder. She is not prey. It is likely that she would die in childbirth and even more likely that the little one would either die at birth or suffer until he did die. We cannot have her. We cannot keep her. We cannot breed her.

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.

who existed only to clean up his messes. The internet was on fire. [Blood-sucking animal who built his fortune on corpses.] [Launch a full investigation now. Throw Jasper in prison.] [The original wife is tragic. She was a top graduate and an executive back then. Look what this scumbag gaslit her into.] [I feel bad for the wife. Lock the cheater and mistress together and stop them from ruining anyone else.] Kimberly clutched her slightly rounded stomach. Her face had gone pale as she looked at him.