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 3
~ Emmerson ~
I'd always dreaded this day and always hoped it would never come. But as it turns out... it did.
"I just heard from one of my sources that you'd gotten one of Beatrice Chan's daughters pregnant." I froze hearing my grandpa's words.
"How... did you find out?"
"You think I wouldn't find out how reckless you've been ever since I had given you the option of either breaking up with Sally and losing your inheritance."
He was right in a way.
Weeks ago, Grandpa had suddenly announced that the five years of freedom he'd given me were now over and I now had to make a decision between being stripped of my inheritance and breaking up with Sally.
But how could I choose between either of them when they both rightfully belonged to me?
But apparently, Grandpa hadn't cared about that... and knowing what he was capable of... I'd ended up at the bar to relieve myself a little.
And somehow ending up in a one-night stand... with a stranger.
I'd woken up shaken and exited the bed to head into the bathroom without checking the face of who I had slept with.
The guilt I felt on realizing that I had just cheated on my one and only girlfriend, Sally, was unbearable.
When we'd gotten together years ago, we'd made a huge promise to each other to love, cherish, and stay faithful to each other.
And now? Not only had I not managed to do that. I also ended up getting a stranger pregnant.
"I've told my secretary to arrange the paperwork. You'd have to get married to her in three days."
"I won't get married to anyone besides Sally," I said, gritting my teeth. How could he not understand that Sally was the love of my life, and I saw no future elsewhere outside of her?
"And you know what I did to your brother, didn't you?" How could I ever forget how he'd dishonored Isaac and stripped him of his rightful inheritance in less than a week... just because he'd refused to marry the lady he'd chosen?
"We are not even sure the baby is mine."
"Do you think my men are so incapable of doing their jobs?" He stared at me through his glasses, and I suddenly felt stupid for even asking.
Gabriel Winters never participated in a game; he wasn't confident about winning... and in this case? I was afraid he'd already won... before he even started.
I took a long sigh and bowed my head.
Grandpa took that as a signal and rang his personal assistant.
I couldn't believe that I was actually agreeing to an arranged marriage.
How could I have been so stupid as to have fallen into grandfather's traps? Because as it seemed... This looked too planned to be ruled off as a coincidence.
And the smug smile on Grandpa's face was more than enough to let me know what I needed to know.
But why?
What does he gain for causing us to act as a pawn in his games? Exactly what?
Even Susan, his favorite granddaughter, hadn't been spared. So why had I assumed I'd be?
....
"Why are you so quiet, Emmerson? You are always so excited whenever I talk to you about the shows I'd be on." I looked up from the edge of the bed, where I had my head bowed to stare at her. Sally Hayden, the love of my life... she was dressed in a gold satin mermaid dress that flaunted her curvy body.
On a normal day, I'd be going crazy with lust.
But not today; the past few weeks have been far from being normal.
"I'm not in the mood." My words were followed by a long sigh from her, and I could bet she was starting to overthink. Maybe even blame herself for my sour mood.
"I spoke to Grandpa today."
"And...?"
"He'd picked a wife for me."
"Is she pregnant?" I stared at her in shock, totally not expecting that response from her.
"No, she is-"
"You didn't just spend the night at that bar two weeks ago, did you?"
"What do you mean...?" I asked panickly, seeing the look of betrayal slowly take over her features.
"You think I wouldn't find out about how you got a girl pregnant behind my back?"
"But-" She walked out on me before I could complete my sentence, and I didn't hear from her until after the wedding, if I could call it that.
....
Weddings have always been sentimental to me, an occasion that I never joked with.
But who would have thought that I'd end up having to say, "I do" To a stranger, who'd not only walked in to ruin not just my life but my girlfriend's?
Her delicate features did nothing but annoy me even further.
I had no doubt that she'd planned it all out and was happy; she was getting married to a rich tycoon.
But I couldn't be deceived.
I had her sign a prenup right after the wedding and abandoned her right there at the reception.
After all, it was her wedding and not mine.
.....
I'd just stepped into my room... when I noticed the decorations and the veiled bride who was now seated in the middle of the bed.
Angrily, I closed the distance between us and yanked off the pink veil on her face.
She mustn't have expected my rough move, as I felt her shudder under me.
Without giving her the time to react, I grabbed her delicate cheeks fiercely, not minding that they could get bruised under the force of my hold.
"Listen to me, and listen well... Ugly Preggy! You are not my wife and will never be!" I say, staring deep into her now watery eyes. Her tears made my heart tighten, further infuriating me. How dare she think she could use her vulnerability against me? That's definitely not happening!
"You are here just to give birth to the thing in your womb, and once that's done... you get lost." When I heard no response from her, I grabbed her tightly... feeling my nails slowly digging into her skin. "Do you get it?"
"Yes, yes." I let go of her face and grabbed a handkerchief from my pocket, wiped my palms, and dumped it into a trashcan nearby.
"And yes... don't let me catch a whiff of your scent here when I come back in an hour." Saying my piece, I walked out and banged the door behind me.
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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.