Unwanted Wife Novels & Stories

After hitting send, I felt a wave of sadness, but I’m determined to get a new phone. “Oh, this lovely phone screen is broken,” I vented, but my frustration wouldn’t hold me back. I decided to check F******k and encountered the biggest news of my life: "Miss Anna is not the real wife of billionaire Adrian; they're in a contract marriage that ends after a year. Anna is a whore who forced herself on Adrian; he doesn’t like her." I know exactly who spread this malicious news, and I won’t stand for it. How dare they label me a whore? What crimes have I committed?

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."

She turned and went up the stairs, vanishing into the sanctum of her and Dad's room, leaving us in a thick silence. The sound of her footsteps had hardly dissipated when Josh, the eternal opportunist, made his move. "Fixed marriage? Man, you're seriously getting the bad end of the deal. Your marriage is like a subscription package, you understand? Limited-time offer," he said, attempting a joke, which fell on deaf ears amidst the charged air. He caught a sharp backhand from me, the blow making him jump. "Ouch!" he exclaimed, rubbing the back of his head, his eyes widening in mock outrage.

"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.

She wasn't proud of what she had done and simply wanted to forget it. From that day forward, even after we got married, I have had the fantasy of watching my wife with another man. I seemed consumed by the thought of another man seeing Jill naked, then watching as she sucks his cock, as he eats her pussy and screws her in variety of positions. I want to see my wife turned on and taken by another man. I sometimes feel somewhat odd because of this fantasy, after all, a married woman should not be acting slutty. It's wrong, perverse. Maybe that's why I like the idea though. We've always led a very normal life, a little variety and spice, even naughtiness would liven things up.

"Can not I? Your reputation is hanging by a thread. The bored needs stability. Your current condition is enough to oust you as CEO. All your enemies need to do is create one more scandal and it is all over." I had wanted to fight and to rage against his ultimatum. But the empire my grandfather had built and my father had expanded, I could not let it crumble because of me. "Fine," I had spat the word like it was poison. "I will marry her." I stared at my wedding ring which felt heavy on my finger. Kate Delacroix was the perfect society wife. Although she had the... A sudden pain shot through my chest and a groan slipped past my lips. I stumbled forward, gripping the desk to brace myself. The

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.”

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?"

"I met her at a party three months ago, but the time doesn't matter because from the first day, I knew she was the woman I wanted for myself." "Why? Did she go to bed with you on the first night?" "Mother, I'm not going to talk about this with you." "My son, she's just anyone. She would have gone to bed with anyone else. A woman like that goes with anyone." "Mother, please! I'm not going to sit here and listen to you speak ill of my wife." "Son, have you stopped to think that she might be a scammer? A gold digger who only wants your fame and your money?"

"You are the one being delusional for years now, Anastasia. You married Regan because you thought he would love you, but guess what? He's still obsessed and loves me." Her words were like knives, each one cutting deeper than the last. I felt my heart shatter with every sentence she uttered but I kept my face emotionless. "Everyone out there knows that Regan loves me so much. Everyone knows us. They are our friends, and they also know that he doesn't love you. So, between the two of us, you are the one who does not belong here.” "And yet, I am the wife," I said calmly. Her eyes narrowed. "An unwanted wife."