His Unwanted Wife: The Genius Designer
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For three years, I was the dutiful wife of billionaire Ervin Valdez.
On our third wedding anniversary, he came home smelling of his mistress's perfume, pinned me down, and brutally mocked me.
His mistress, Sylvia, had even sent me a fake ultrasound report to force me out of the picture.
In Ervin's eyes, I was just a vicious, calculating liar who used a pregnancy to trap him into marriage.
He didn't care that I had actually lost that baby, nor did he know the trauma of my gambling father selling me to a dark club where I was assaulted by a stranger.
When I finally handed him the signed divorce papers, giving up all assets, and left the penthouse with nothing but an old suitcase, he just sneered.
"She is playing a game of hard to get. She won't last three days before she comes crying back."
He froze all my bank accounts, let his mistress humiliate me in public, and waited coldly for me to starve and beg.
He thought my entire existence relied on his wealth, completely confident that I would inevitably surrender to his control.
But he was wrong.
I calmly opened my old laptop, bypassed the complex encryptions, and looked at the dozens of unread emails from top-tier global brands begging for my return.
I resurrected my hidden identity as the legendary jewelry designer "R," and walked straight into the top design firm in Manhattan.
"It is time to find myself again."
His Unwanted Wife: The Genius Designer Chapter 1
"It is past ten, Mrs. Valdez."
Elena Rios kept her voice low, her eyes fixed nervously on a spot on the floor just past Ervin's expensive shoes. The housekeeper stood near the edge of the massive Persian rug, her hands folded neatly in front of her apron.
Kelsey placed the heavy porcelain bowl of French beef stew onto the center of the marble dining table. The heat radiating from the dish was already fading.
She stared at the two unlit candles. Her chest felt tight, as if a heavy stone was pressing down on her ribs. A sour taste coated the back of her throat.
A sharp click echoed from the entryway. The security system light turned from red to green.
Kelsey's head snapped up. Her heart skipped a beat, a foolish flutter of hope hitting her ribs.
Ervin Valdez walked through the heavy oak door. The crisp, biting chill of the Manhattan autumn clung to his dark wool coat.
He shrugged off the custom-tailored jacket and handed it to Elena without looking at her.
Kelsey took a step forward. The air shifted around him.
It hit her instantly. A thick, suffocating wave of sweet vanilla and synthetic jasmine.
Her stomach violently cramped. The acid burned its way up her esophagus. It was Sylvia Vance's perfume.
Ervin loosened his silk tie. His dark, cold eyes swept over the elaborate spread on the dining table. He did not look impressed. He looked annoyed.
Kelsey dug her fingernails into her palms. The sharp pain grounded her. She forced the corners of her mouth up and reached for the decanter. She poured a glass of red wine and held it out to him.
Ervin did not raise his hand. The glass hovered in the empty space between them.
The silence in the penthouse grew thick and freezing.
Ervin let out a low, harsh breath that sounded like a laugh.
"What new trick are you playing tonight, Kelsey?"
Kelsey's fingers trembled against the smooth crystal stem of the wine glass. Her knuckles turned stark white.
She forced air into her lungs.
"It is our three-year wedding anniversary, Ervin."
Ervin's jaw ticked. He reached up and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his dress shirt with a rough, impatient tug.
He closed the distance between them in two long strides.
His massive frame cast a dark shadow over her. He backed her up until her spine hit the hard edge of the marble table.
His large hand shot out. His fingers clamped around her jaw like a steel vice.
Kelsey winced. The pain shot through her cheekbones.
He leaned down. His face was inches from hers.
"You called me back to Manhattan just to satisfy your physical needs?" he sneered.
Heat flooded Kelsey's eyes. Her vision blurred. She brought both hands up and pushed hard against his solid chest.
Ervin's eyes darkened at her resistance.
Before she could blink, he wrapped his arm around her waist and hoisted her off the floor.
Elena flinched almost imperceptibly, her hands tightening against her apron before she turned and disappeared silently toward the kitchen.
Kelsey gasped. The sudden loss of gravity made her stomach drop. Her fingers slipped.
The wine glass shattered against the thick carpet. A dark red stain spread across the fabric like blood.
Ervin carried her down the long hallway. He kicked the heavy carved wooden door of the master bedroom open with his leather shoe.
He threw her onto the center of the massive bed. The mattress bounced under her weight.
He followed her down instantly, pinning her beneath his heavy body.
His mouth crashed down on hers. It was not a kiss. It was a punishment. His teeth scraped against her bottom lip, brutal and devoid of any warmth.
Kelsey could not breathe. Her lungs screamed for oxygen. She shoved her hands against his broad shoulders, twisting her face away.
Ervin grabbed both of her wrists with one hand. He slammed them into the pillow above her head and held them there.
"Fulfill your duty as a Valdez wife," he ordered. His voice was ice.
Kelsey closed her eyes. A single tear broke free and slid down her temple, disappearing into her hairline.
Her muscles went completely slack. She stopped fighting. She lay there beneath him, staring at the ceiling like a hollow, broken doll.
Her dead silence irritated him. Ervin let out a frustrated growl. He grabbed the neckline of her silk nightgown and ripped it down the middle.
The sound of tearing fabric sliced through the quiet room.
Kelsey's eyes snapped open.
Her chest heaved. Her voice shook, but the words came out sharp and clear.
"Ervin, let's get a divorce."
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His Unwanted Wife: The Genius Designer of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5
Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
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7.8
Alayna was working a grueling catering shift in worn-out heels to support her broke college boyfriend, Caiden, who claimed to be studying at the library.
But through the crack of a VIP suite door, she saw him wearing a bespoke suit and a Patek Philippe watch, sipping expensive liquor.
"It's a little poverty role-play. Keeps things interesting."
He was laughing with his rich friends, mocking her as his clueless "charity case."
To make matters worse, she was forced into a humiliating mascot costume just in time to watch him passionately kiss his wealthy ex-girlfriend.
That same night, Alayna's mother collapsed with gastric cancer, requiring a half-million-dollar surgery.
When a desperate Alayna begged Caiden for help, he refused.
"Why don't you just apply for Medicaid? That's the path for people like you."
For two years, she had starved herself to buy his textbooks, his tickets, and his shoes.
He had stolen her sweat and her sacrifices, all for a cruel game.
The sheer audacity of his betrayal made her blood run cold.
When a billionaire stranger stepped in to pay her mother's medical bills in exchange for a one-year fake marriage, Alayna didn't hesitate to sign the contract.
She slipped the flawless diamond ring onto her finger, opened a spreadsheet, and sent Caiden an invoice for every single cent.
This time, she was going to dismantle his entire life.
7.4
Evelina Barrett was the legitimate daughter, yet she was framed for a disgusting sex scandal, expelled from the Ivy League, and locked out of her late mother's massive trust fund.
While she was thrown out to rot on the streets with a jagged, hideous red scar covering half her face, her father and step-family were throwing a lavish charity gala to celebrate her total ruin.
They laughed as they officially published her disownment notice in the Times to cut her off forever.
"Without the school halo, that ugly freak will be begging on the streets by tomorrow," her sister Aspen sneered.
Her stepmother Annabella toasted to taking out the trash, perfectly happy to steal Evelina's inheritance while ignoring the fact that Evelina knew exactly how they had murdered her mother.
For years, Evelina had been locked in a dark basement, abused by bodyguards, and treated worse than a stray dog.
Why should she, the true heir, suffer in the gutter while the leeches who destroyed her life enjoyed the wealth that rightfully belonged to her?
She refused to be their victim anymore.
Washing away her fake scar to reveal her true, breathtaking face, Evelina blackmailed New York's most lethal billionaire into marriage to secure the ultimate shield.
Then, she put on a black mourning dress, ordered a dark web ghost crew, and climbed into a heavy semi-truck.
At exactly 6:00 PM, she smashed through the iron gates of her family's elegant gala, delivering three pure black coffins directly to the lawn.
9.0
Allegra woke up in a sterile alien hospital with no memory, no ID chip, and a terrifying snow leopard General claiming responsibility for her crash.
But a routine ID scan at a local boutique shattered her fragile cover.
The machine shrieked, flashing a fatal red warning: NO NEURAL LINK DETECTED.
She was a "Ghost"—an illegal, unregistered biological entity in a ruthless Hybrid Empire.
The boutique locked down instantly. Heavily armed police swarmed the plaza, laser sights painting her chest red.
She was dragged into a subterranean military black site, where a manic geneticist tested her blood and discovered the impossible truth.
She wasn't a Hybrid. She was a pure Homo Sapiens—an extinct race whose mere presence could cure the Hybrids' fatal Psyche collapse.
To keep her all to himself, the scientist lied to the General, branding her a toxic, mutating bio-weapon.
Forced by Imperial law, the General abandoned her to the scientist's cruel custody.
Allegra was locked inside a reinforced glass cage in the deepest isolation ward, waiting to be dissected.
She huddled on the floor, trembling in absolute despair.
She didn't belong in this nightmare world. Why was she being treated like a monster? Why did this madman look at her like a prize to be torn apart?
Watching the scientist's fox ears twitch in manic stress outside the glass, her human empathy momentarily overrode her terror.
She stood up and pressed her palm against the glass, perfectly aligning it with his.
"Don't be so nervous, Mr. Fox."
Instantly, an invisible wave of human resonance flooded his core, shattering his genetic madness.
The terrifying predator was reduced to a whimpering, devoted puppy, pressing himself against the window in absolute submission.
Allegra slowly pulled her hand back, her heart skipping a beat.
Well, she thought, that changes things.
7.6
I was the fiancée of the Chicago Outfit’s heir, a bond sealed by blood and eighteen years of history.
But when his mistress pushed me into the freezing pool at our engagement gala, Jax didn’t swim toward me.
He swam past me.
He scooped up the girl who pushed me, cradling her like fragile glass, while I struggled against the weight of my gown in the murky water.
When I finally dragged myself out, shivering and humiliated before the entire underworld, Jax didn’t offer a hand. He offered a scowl.
"You’re making a scene, Eliana. Go home."
Later, when that same mistress shoved me down the stairs, shattering my knee and my dance career, Jax stepped over my broken body to comfort her.
I overheard him telling his friends, "I’m just breaking her spirit. She needs to learn she’s property, not a partner. Once she’s desperate enough, she’ll be the perfect obedient wife."
He thought I was a dog that would always return to its master. He thought he could starve me of affection until I begged for scraps.
He was wrong.
While he was busy playing protector to his mistress, I wasn't crying in my room.
I was packing his ring into a cardboard box.
I cancelled my transfer to UCLA and enrolled at NYU instead.
By the time Jax realized his "property" was missing, I was already in New York, standing next to a man who looked at me like a queen, not a possession.
8.5
I spent six months choking down bitter herbs to cure my silver poisoning, just so I could finally bear pups for my mate, Alpha Holden.
But on the day I got my medical clearance, I discovered he was cheating on me with a low-level Omega intern.
Worse, I overheard him and my own brother talking in his office. My four-year marriage was a grotesque trap. My fake sister, Kylie, was the one who hired a rogue to cripple my wolf, and Holden only mated me to protect her from being exiled.
My entire family knew the truth, yet they protected the culprit while treating me like a cursed, wolfless burden.
When my brother violently spilled boiling soup on my stomach at a family dinner, exposing my horrific scars, my parents just rolled their eyes.
"Stop the pity play, Ariana," my mother sneered.
Holden didn't care about my burns either. He abandoned me on a freezing mountain road in the rain the moment his mistress called.
I couldn't understand how my own flesh and blood could sacrifice me for a fake daughter, or how my mate could turn our sacred bond into a sickening lie.
But I didn't shed a single tear. I secretly secured my Pack Identification Papers and gathered ironclad proof of his infidelity. I just needed one month to execute the Rejection ritual and walk away forever.
7.2
Dr. Kylee Mcdonald was a brilliant medical examiner whose life was defined by cold, mechanical precision.
But that perfect control shattered when her phone rang in the middle of an autopsy.
It was her best friend, Dana, whispering their old college distress code.
"Curtain call."
By the time Kylee and Detective Justice kicked down Dana's door, she lay dead on her couch, her skin a horrifying cherry-red from cyanide.
The crime scene was clumsily staged to frame a billionaire suitor, but soon, every single suspect linked to Dana turned up violently dead.
Internal Affairs pointed the finger at Kylee, accusing her of using her medical expertise to become a vigilante serial killer.
But the encrypted truth Kylee uncovered was far more chilling.
Dana had been severely abused by her boyfriend, and driven to the edge, she manipulated him into murdering their tormentors before executing him and taking her own life.
To avoid a public scandal, the police chief buried Dana's brilliant, terrifying manifesto.
Kylee's flawless mind short-circuited. She was a genius at reading the dead, so why had she been completely blind to the living hell her best friend endured right in front of her?
Three days later, while attending a formal gala to numb her grief, a nearby apartment building exploded in flames.
As Kylee examined the charred bodies pulled from the rubble, she realized the male victim was strangled long before the fire started.
She looked at the surviving mother, whose baby had just died in the blast, but the woman's eyes were completely, terrifyingly empty.
The alarm bells in Kylee's meticulously ordered brain began to chime, signaling that a new, deadly script had just begun.
