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?
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The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife
A novel by Queenebunoluwa15
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Chapter 2
~ Isabella ~
"Congratulations, ma'am. You are two weeks pregnant." The doctor announced, her tone matching the atmosphere of the room.
"If you need anything. You can always reach out to the nurses." The Obstetrician said, exiting the room to give June and I the privacy we desired.
"What would we do now, Bess?" She whispered, putting comforting arms around me. Her simple choice of words made me feel less alone. Though it didn't settle the turmoil within me. I'd asked that we visit the hospital in hopes that the pregnancy test was wrong, but now?
"I don't know!" I covered my face with my palms in shame. I couldn't believe this was happening to me of all people! This only happened in fiction and not real life. So why was I dealing with this?
"Do you have any idea who the guy might be?" She asked again, already trying to proffer a solution to our problem.
"I honestly don't know. I never saw his face... but he might be rich and famous." That was simply a wild guess, since the mediocre room decor hadn't given off anything significant. But wait... the perfume. Though he was absent when I awoke, the scent of his perfume was very unique, and for some reason... I had liked it.
"Um..."
....
"Have you ever wondered how you got so drunk in the first place?" Junie said later, handing me a cup of camomile tea, my absolute favorite.
"I did..." I replied, taking a sip. "The bartender was unusually nice and promised to help me prepare something that would make me feel better.
"Did it?" It was a rhetorical question, one I needed not to answer.
I grabbed my phone and saw that I had several missed calls, some of which were from Zach and Emily.
Ignoring it, I was about to drop my phone when my phone rang with an incoming call from Mom.
I stared ahead at June, who was now wondering why I wasn't picking up my calls.
She urged me to pick up after I'd mouthed the word "Mom."
"Hello?" I wasn't sure how I was meant to acknowledge the same woman who had refused to acknowledge my existence for the past four years after my dad's death. As it turned out, he was the sacred cord that bound all of us together, and without him... we were in division.
"I need you back in Hong Kong in twenty-four hours, Isabella Yang!" She only called me by my full name when she was pissed, and I don't think I'd done anything wrong to make her be. So I had to ask.
"What have I done, Mom?"
"You think I wouldn't find out about your promiscuous ways? How could you cheated on Zach with a stranger and got pregnant by him?"
What the fuck...! I almost said but held myself back.
How the hell did she even know that?
Was she spying on me, or what?
"I will be expecting you... and if you don't show up. I'm sure you know what I am capable of. Well... how could I forget how she locked me up in the attic until I agreed to take the final examination on Emily's behalf? If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have managed to get into the three-star-rated university she was in.
....
"What will you do now?"
"I have no choice. I gotta go."
"I'm sorry you are going through all this, Bell."
"It's a phase we all have to go through, isn't it?"
"Maybe."
....
I stared outside through the window at the city of Melbourne. The same one that had opened its doors to me when my mom shut me out after my dad lost his battle to colon cancer.
Mom has been completely against me going off to Melbourne University, while Emily had to settle for a third-rate university.
She'd tried to deter me from following after my dreams. But I couldn't be stopped, and since she had nothing against me... I was free to fly. But now? It was different.
My right hand came instructively to caress my flat stomach. Though it's been less than forty-eight hours since I had gotten the news of my pregnancy. I was beginning to feel protective of my unborn child.
Was I sad and angry that it happened this way? Yeah... definitely.
But I couldn't deny one thing, and it's how much I was already falling in love with the little one growing within me.
"Please fasten your seatbelts, as the plane will be landing in Hong Kong in less than five minutes." The voice of the air hostess rang from ahead, and I leaned back on my chair. Trying to enjoy the few minutes of peace I had left until I got in face-to-face contact with my mom.
....
'It no longer feels like home.' Was the thought on my mind as I descended from a taxi in front of my parents' house.
Though it was exactly the same structure that I had been born and raised in. It still felt very different from the last time I had been here.
And then it dawned on me: the meaning behind the saying and how it applied to me. The only reason this place had once felt like home was my dad, and with him gone... the homey feeling had been completely lost.
"Mom." I said, startled at the sight of Mom in the frontal garden. She looked so different from the last time I had seen her. Younger and full of life, which was a contrast to what's expected of a widow. But then... what could be expected of a rich heiress who controlled millions?
"Isabella." Her tone was icy and without an ounce of warmth.
We stood there, staring at each other. Until Emily's shrill voice interrupted us.
"Sis... Mom told me you got pregnant by a stranger. Is that true?" The mockery in her voice wasn't hidden in the very least. Rather, it was as clear as daylight.
"You-"
"And... who gave you the right to speak, Husler?"
"You always claimed to be the most morally upright twin, and see where it led you?"
"But Mom...?!" I tried to defend myself, saying that it wasn't my fault. But as expected, I wasn't allowed to.
"The good news is that... Emmerson Winters turned out to be the father of your baby."
Emmerson Winters?! The engaged real estate tycoon?
How was that even possible?
"And his grandfather had offered a marriage proposal on behalf of his heir." Oh... how could I forget that? Emmerson's long-time girlfriend had been unable to produce an heir, and now? I was carrying the heir to the huge conglomerate.
"Be ready... the marriage will take place in three days."
"I can't get married, Mom..."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm only nineteen and besides, I can take care of my baby myself."
"You mean you plan to abort the heir to the Winters conglomerate?!"
"I didn't say that, Mom...''
"Then what?" She glared at me, and I could only swallow the lump in my throat silently. But then... I was only nineteen. How could I get married so young?
"If you knew you didn't want to get married, then you wouldn't go around sleeping with unknown men." Emily interrupted mockingly.
If it were a different day, I would have mentioned catching her in bed with Zach. But as it turned out, she wasn't ashamed of it.
"But Mom-"
"It's either you get married, or Junie Lawson loses her law school funding!" That made me freeze. Unlike me, my Bestie was an orphan who relied on government funding for her education.
"What do you say?" That was a rhetorical question. Given how sealed up my fate was.
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7.8
Elie Joyce’s entire life was controlled by Ebert Ewing, a ruthless billionaire who held her sick grandmother's survival and her family's freedom in his hands.
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.