The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife.
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"I don't love you and I will never love you, Isabelle Yang!" I froze as the hatred in his eyes held me captive. I knew he wasn't happy with this arrangement. Neither was I.
"But I am your wife, Emerson."
"Wife?" He scoffed, stepping closer until my back hit the wall and I was trapped between his arms.
"You mean wife... or just the woman chosen to carry my heir?" His words were the truth. That was the only reason I was here. Still, they hurt more than I expected.
"You hurt my girlfriend by coming into our lives," he continued coldly.
"And I plan to make you feel twice the pain you caused her."
Then he did something worse than yelling-he sanitized his hands after touching me, as if I disgusted him.
He walked away, leaving me heartbroken and shaking, wondering what I had done to deserve so much hatred.
...
Isabelle Yang never imagined that her life could spiral into more darkness after catching her boyfriend and twin sister in bed on the night meant to celebrate their two-year anniversary.
Before she could even recover, a call from home changed everything. Her marriage had been arranged with the Winters-one of the most powerful families in Europe. And her husband? Emerson Winters, the ruthless heir who cared about only two things... himself and his childhood sweetheart, Salma Hayden.
But what happens when his love isn't enough to bear an heir, and he is forced into a marriage with Isabelle-a woman he sees as a mistake, a burden, an obligation?
What will become of two hearts trapped in a marriage where hatred and resentment rule the day?
Read this book to find out;
The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife
A novel by Queenebunoluwa15
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Chapter 1
~ Isabella ~
I woke up from a dream I have always had, one where I saw myself being awarded my doctorate in clinical psychology. It never ceased to make my morning and always made me look forward to the grind of the day.
I'd just lifted my eyes when I froze... the room felt unfamiliar. I tried to start up but froze on realizing how bare I was under the blanket.
My legs felt heavy and every part of me ached. I looked down at myself from under the sheets, and I froze.
What the fuck...?!!!
How did I get here and why?
And then... the memory started rushing back, one at a time from the very beginning.
It has been Zach's and my two-year dating anniversary, and we'd planned to celebrate it in one of the pricey restaurants here in Melbourne.
My best friend, Junie, had done a great job in helping me get ready for the day, and by the time she was done, I was ever ready to capture the hearts of not just Zach, but everyone else I came across.
Just that, I only succeeded in making a fool out of myself when I got stood up by Zach and became a victim of pitiful gazes.
Pissed at being so insulted, I'd taken a cab to Zach's apartment complex... and in his room I had caught him and my twin sister, Emily, making love like the entire world didn't exist.
I'd tried to skip away silently, but a flower vase that I hadn't noticed on my way in fell to the ground, attracting their attention.
They tried to beg me to wait, but I couldn't be stopped.
One way or another... I found myself at a bar, where an overly nice bartender had offered me drinks to help me soothe my heartache.
Only that, I passed out not long after, and now?
I looked towards the side, and as expected... it was warm. Just then, I heard the sound of the shower and froze.
Whoever the stranger I had just had a one-night stand with was, he was still here, and I couldn't let him see me.
I managed to get dressed in spite of the throbbing pain in between my legs. I grabbed my handbag and was about to leave the room when the blood-stained patch on the bed caused me to freeze.
My virginity.
The one I had planned to give to my husband as a gift on our wedding night was snatched in one night by a stranger.
.....
I didn't know how I managed to get to the bus stop until I received a call from my Bestie.
"Bell! Where the hell are you?" I had to distance my phone from my ear to avoid having an ear blockage. I could only imagine how worried she must have been, being unable to contact me. She was the only close friend I had in this still foreign city, and besides, Zach no longer counts. She was one of the few persons I knew cared about my well-being the most.
"I'm on my way." I said simply before hanging up and focused on flagging down a cab back to my hostel.
....
"So... what happened?" Junie hovered over me as soon as I got settled. I was thankful she at least gave me five minutes of alone time before confronting me.
"I got drunk and ended up waking up in a strange bed."
"You had a one-night stand?" Her gaze was filled with horror as she asked.
I nodded.
"Oh my! I'm so sorry, Bell." I was immediately engulfed in her embrace and broke down in tears. Zach's betrayal had hurt, but not as much as the realization... that I had lost my virginity to a stranger whom I might never even get to know.
"But... how did you end up in a bar when you were meant to meet up with Zach at Skyline's restaurant?" She finally asked, minutes after I had finally calmed down.
"He stood me up and...." I took a deep breath as I recounted all that happened to her. She listened quietly, not interrupting until I was done.
"I'm really sorry, Bess...very sorry." She embraced me tightly and began apologizing for not being there for me when I needed her.
But she didn't have to.
This wasn't any of her fault.
It wasn't her fault that my life is so messed up and my mom and twin sister hated me so much that I sometimes wondered if I had done anything more than being born with a high IQ and having been doted on immensely by my late father.
.....
"Aren't you going to be attending the celebratory dinner?" Junie asked two weeks later, batting her eyes at me. The celebratory dinner was something we'd all been waiting for. Though our college graduation was still in about a week's time. The graduation dinner was more like a final get-together before the big day.
"I'll pass on it. I don't feel that well." I replied honestly.
"Are you okay?"
"I will be fine," I say, forcing a smile. "You don't need to stay with me and miss the celebratory dinner." I added, reading her mind.
"You sure?"
"I am, Junie. You'd waited five whole years for this moment. Don't let me be the reason why you'd be missing tonight's dinner." I pleaded, gazing at her white and black A-lined dress, which best depicted the course she'd spent the last five years studying.
"Okay then. Do call me if you need anything."
"I will, Mom." I faked a chuckle so I could sound even more convincing. She nodded and stepped out of the room, leaving me to myself.
....
Hours later,
I stared at the used pregnancy test in my hand and silently prayed it wasn't what I was thinking while waiting.
I'd become more nauseous and exhausted than usual. Though I never managed to fake a vomit to save my life.
Courtesy of my unique genes, women mostly showed signs of pregnancy through fainting rather than vomiting.
Not sure if that was a good or a bad thing, though.
I turned over the test and froze at the sight of the two red lines.
I'm pregnant?!!!
...for a stranger?
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But on a freezing, stormy night, he forced her into a scandalous scrap of red silk and handed her over to a notorious, disgusting predator.
"You aren't an escort. You're just a free gift."
Ebert mocked her, using her as a disposable bargaining chip to secure a corporate funding round.
When the predator humiliated her, forced high-proof vodka down her throat, and violently pinned her to the floor, Ebert simply watched with dead eyes.
And when Ebert finally intervened to brutally beat the man, it wasn't out of mercy.
"She is my property. Even if she is trash that I threw away, a filthy pig like you doesn't get to touch her."
Afterward, he dragged her battered, barefoot body into his car, only to kick her out into the torrential rain, leaving her on the dark streets to die.
Standing in the storm, shivering and bleeding from broken glass, the last shred of Elie's hope shattered.
She had sacrificed her dignity and soul, enduring his violent bites and cruel control, just to keep her family alive.
Why did she have to suffer this endless, twisted humiliation for a psychopath who only saw her as trash?
But she didn't break.
Tearing a strip of his expensive shirt to bandage her bleeding foot, Elie gripped her broken stiletto like a knife.
With her eyes turning cold and calculating, she limped out of the shadows.
She was going to survive, and Ebert Ewing would soon realize she was no longer his obedient prey.
7.2
Five years ago, I, Claire Parker, ran away for love with Daniel Carter, the broke boy everyone looked down on. But on the very day we were supposed to leave together, he abandoned me.
Overnight, I became the laughingstock of the entire city and was forced into a marriage alliance with a terminally ill man, Ryan Cooper.
Five years later, my husband died, the marriage arrangement fell apart, and the Cooper family threw me out without a shred of mercy.
Meanwhile, Daniel, the man everyone once sneered at, returned home in glory and became the hottest rising name in the business world.
And somehow, he ended up becoming my boss.
I wanted nothing to do with him, yet he kept closing in on me, cornering me with sarcasm sharp enough to draw blood.
Then one day, Daniel caught me on a date with another man.
His eyes reddened instantly as he pinned me against the wall. "Claire... are you abandoning me again?"
9.5
My husband, Colton, the Wall Street mogul, slid annulment papers across the table, coldly discarding me and our unborn child. He thought he was getting rid of a useless wife, but he was actually throwing away the secret architect of his entire empire. Now, I'm ready to make him pay for every insult, every lie, and every single secret I've kept.
For three years, eight months pregnant, I secretly saved Colton's ten-billion-dollar company from collapse, enduring a cold, transactional marriage.
One night, he shattered that illusion, serving annulment papers and callously discarding me and our unborn child.
I signed, leaving luxury behind. Exposing his butler's fraud, I escaped. Colton later found his wedding ring gone and, on his desk, my SEC compliance fixes—proof I was his hidden genius.
Blindsided, he realized he’d destroyed his own empire. His mother then called, gloating. The injustice ignited a fierce resolve within me.
The next morning, I launched Kidd Legal Consulting. I'd use forty-seven folders of Farmer Capital's un-patched loopholes to force a fair settlement, securing my daughter's future.
7.9
On my wedding day, my fiancé Connor received an urgent phone call.
He told me a D-list actress had broken her leg on set, then abandoned me right at the altar.
In my past life, I cried until my throat bled, begging him not to leave.
But my tears only brought endless humiliation. My mother and adopted sister mocked me, framed me, and forged my signature to steal my multi-million dollar trust fund.
They kicked me out of the family estate without a single dime.
I ended up freezing to death in the minus-twenty-degree New York blizzard, listening to my mother's voicemail telling me to die in the street as long as I didn't bleed on her carpets.
Until my last breath, I couldn't understand why my own blood relatives hated me so much, yet treated an adopted daughter like a precious princess.
The only person who showed me any mercy—draping his wool coat over my frozen corpse and giving me a proper burial—was Connor's ruthless, untouchable uncle, Harding Snow.
Opening my eyes again, I was back in the bridal suite, right as Connor was rushing out the door.
This time, I didn't shed a single tear.
I let him run to his actress, then walked straight into the VIP room to face the most feared billionaire on Wall Street.
"The wedding proceeds as planned, but the groom's name changes to yours."
9.5
For twenty years, Krista lived as the perfect daughter of the wealthy Cain family.
But a single DNA report shattered her entire world. Her adoptive parents coldly declared she was just a mistake and immediately replaced her with the true bloodline.
Desperate, she ran through the freezing rain to find her fiancé, only to hear him laughing with his friends.
"Marry a fake? I don't collect the Cain family's second-hand trash."
She slapped him, threw her diamond ring at his chest, and stumbled into a jazz lounge to drown her pain.
Drunk and heartbroken, she accidentally crashed into a stranger, clinging to him like a lifeline, which ended in a wild night in a luxury penthouse.
When she woke up, she realized the man she had ravaged was Jasper Stone, the most ruthless, cold-blooded billionaire on Wall Street.
At the same time, her phone lit up with notifications. Her bank accounts were frozen, and the Cain family had just released a brutal public statement permanently cutting her off.
She was completely abandoned, stripped of her home, her family, and her dignity in a single night. Why was twenty years of loyalty erased so easily?
But instead of kicking her out, Jasper tossed a prenuptial agreement onto the bed.
"Pay off your debt with marriage. Stay, and you are the untouchable Mrs. Stone."
Looking at the contract, Krista wiped her tears, put on bold red lipstick, and signed her name.
8.7
Adelia thought she was just heading upstairs to rest in the hotel suite arranged by her caring stepsister.
But her champagne had been heavily drugged. In the pitch-black room, her rational thoughts melted away as she was violently pulled into the darkness by a terrifying stranger.
The next morning, the heavy suite door was kicked open, and blinding camera flashes shattered her world.
Her fiancé stormed in, hurling their prenuptial agreement directly at her bleeding cheek.
"You make me sick! Violating our agreement like this. You are a disgusting, unfaithful whore!"
Her stepsister squeezed to the front of the crowd, crying perfectly rehearsed tears of horror for the tabloid reporters, while her eyes gleamed with pure, unadulterated triumph.
Desperate and trembling, Adelia begged her father for help, explaining she had been framed.
But her father, the family CEO, only cared about his plummeting stock prices. He coldly stripped her of her inheritance, froze her trust funds, and had massive security guards physically drag her out of Manhattan.
She hadn't just been betrayed; she had been completely slaughtered by the people she loved most. As the elevator plummeted toward the lobby, her tears dried into a bloody, silent vow.
Six years later, Adelia stepped out of JFK Airport, flanked by her terrifyingly smart six-year-old twins.
She was no longer a disgraced, pathetic victim. She had returned as a legendary, untouchable ghost surgeon, ready to rip her family's empire apart.
And her very first move involves saving the life of the ruthless Wall Street predator who ruined her that night.