Romans & histoires Woman You Are Wanted Novel

I'm begging you! She looked completely unhinged as she fought against the bodyguards, trying to reach me. I looked at her indifferently and asked, "Why are you wearing that ring now?" "Because I want your love! I want us to get married again!" "Where were you when I was dying from an allergic reaction?" I quietly asked. Adella went silent, while I didn't stay any longer and turned to walk out of the alley with my bodyguards. … The next morning, I saw the local headlines. The report stated that a woman, who was buried in debt after her boyfriend fled with her money, had tracked him down.

He added, "Alyssa Winter, you were cruel enough to refuse to let Gracie move into our home, forcing a pregnant woman to live all alone. So, I'm going to make you experience how hard life is for women." At that moment, the restaurant customers followed the burly woman outside. Timothy shoved me back into the pit without a second thought. The woman threw a stack of photos at me, hitting my body hard. She yelled, "Still trying to deny it? This is all the evidence. You're disgusting! You're married, yet you're still playing mistress to my husband." One photo stuck to the food that stained my clothes. When I picked it up and looked at it, I felt like I had been struck by lightning.

I've become the shell of who I was when I left the forest, a shell of the girl whose major focus was on getting herbs for her patients. A girl who wants nothing more but to be accepted into a world that hated her. A girl who wants to experiment with maternal love more than anything in this world. A girl who's happy to die alone if the villagers can just give her the love she wants. A girl who smiles despite the ill-treatment of her people on her. A girl who starts each Ubochi with a smile on her face. A girl currently lying in pain. “It's either you drink this Amataba dear, or you face your death.” I wouldn't want him to die, but it's better if it thinks I am going to allow it to die if he r

This is a work of fiction and should not be interpreted as an endorsement of unsafe or non-consensual sexual behavior. ********** Summary: Tessa was a devoted wife, a loving mother, and a woman quietly starving for more. One accidental discovery unlocked a hunger she never knew she had. Now, she isn’t looking for romance. She isn’t chasing love. She’s kneeling behind locked doors, ready to swallow every secret that slides through the wall. She used to be faithful. Now, she’s insatiable. ••••••• I never thought I’d be the kind of woman who’d crave something this filthy. But here I am, kneeling on the floor of a truck stop bathroom, soaked with need, hungry to wrap my mouth around the next str

I clung to the edge of his desk, shaking, desperate. “No,” I whispered. “You can’t just—no, Regan, you promised. Back in college, you promised me. You said if we ever got the chance—” “I remember what I said,” he cut in, voice soft but firm. “And I’ll keep my word. I’ll support you and the baby. You’ll never lack anything—” “I don’t want support!” I snapped, tears pouring down now, burning my skin. “I don’t want your f*cking money or pity, Regan—I want to be your wife! I want to carry your name!”

I ran out of strength and lay still, staring up at the ceiling. "Never thought I'd end up being called the other man online. I'm begging you. Just let me go. Go back to your family." She shook her head, the words spilling out. "I'm divorcing Randall. Once you're better, we'll get married. You'll be my only husband." A laugh slipped out before I could stop it. "I don't want that anymore. I'm not marrying you." "What about our kid?" she shot back, her voice rising. "We have a baby together. Don't you want him to have a real family?"

He looks completely broken. "What did he say?" I ask. "He wanted to know your name," the woman says, turning her cold gaze back to me. "He knows you are not his wife. I told him you are just a visitor living in her meat." I blink. "You told him the truth?" "Why wouldn't I?" "The books say you are ruthless," I say, my voice dropping to a whisper. "The stories say you are a liar who tricked him." The woman takes a sharp step backward. Her face goes pale. "What else do your books say about me?"

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“Just let it run out.” But it wouldn’t. It never did. Because under the fear, under the weight, under all of it, something else was stirring. Hunger. Not the desperate, clinging hunger she’d known before. Not the kind that begged to be filled. This was different. This was sharp. Decisive. “I’m tired of being careful,” she whispered. “Tired of surviving.” Callum stilled beneath her. “You’re allowed to be.” “I want to feel alive again.”

And then she wrote the ending. The real one. The one she had been moving toward since the first morning she sat at the desk in the study before the light came. She wrote: There is a woman I want to tell you about. She is not who she was a year ago. She is not who she was at the beginning of this story, standing at a kitchen counter with her hand flat against the surface, making herself breathe. She is not the woman who folded laundry and sent prayers for safe journeys and organised her entire existence around the comfort of a man who was not organising anything around hers.