The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife.
Blurb;
"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 4
~ Isabella ~
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"Who would have thought that a saint Mary like you would get pregnant before marriage?" Emily snickered as she made her way into my room, if I could call it that.
It could as well be called a storage unit, locked in the fartherest part of the mansion.
"And would you like to tell me how that got to do with you?" I wasn't stupid enough to believe that all that happened was purely coincidental and Emily had nothing to do with it.
"Smart, as expected." She began pacing in front of me. "Turns out, the number of hours you spent studying your godforsaken course didn't go to waste."
"Don't you dare... I'm a graduate!" I say, hoping to turn her expression grim, and it did. But she wasted no time in coming up with a comeback.
"A graduate who wouldn't be attending her own graduation ceremony." Her words hit home, as she hoped they would. Call it my trickiest luck, but the marriage was fixed on my graduation day. Not like I could attend it if it were fixed before or after anyway.
Junie had tried talking me into letting her attend my wedding. So we could both miss the graduation ceremony. But I wouldn't bend.
Partly because she deserved to wear her graduation gown and walk down the aisle to receive the degree she'd labored long and hard for. But also because I didn't want her within Mom's line of sight.
Though I was sure Beatrice wouldn't go back on her word. But I couldn't be too careful.
"At least I am getting married into a powerful family, and you are not!"
"Oh... you think you are?" She smirked. "It's high time you snapped out of your fantasy and embraced the reality that Emmerson Winters will never love nor accept you as his wife!"
"And yes, you really don't have to worry about me..." She flaunted her diamond-ringed finger in front of me. "Zach proposed, and not only will I be becoming Mrs. Rogers in three months, but I will also be the only heir to Mom's empire."
"And you? You will have nothing to show but a love-less marriage of convenience." She snickered, leaving me alone to my misery.
....
I've imagined my wedding day in so many ways, but none of them involved me having to wear a pink wedding dress and walk down the aisle alone. And most importantly... have to say "I do." To what? A stranger?
I had found it weird when I was asked to go first and almost feared I'd be dumped right at the altar.
But that didn't happen, as Emmerson's silent mutter of 'I do' saved the day.
The priest, who probably knew this was arranged, saved us the embarrassment of mentioning the bride should be kissed. He simply declared us man and wife, and Emmerson walked out right after.
Not like I had been expecting him to stay and pretend any of this was planned anyway.
....
The master bedroom felt like a royal king's room, and I couldn't help but marvel at its decor as I was led in.
Surprisingly, the maids that had been assigned to me by Rebecca Winters, his grandma, had been quite nice.
Though Rebecca was obviously not nice and made sure to remind me of the sole reason why I was here. Which, well... was to provide an heir for the family. What I found interesting was how unspecific they were about the gender of the heir.
Or maybe they weren't really as archaic as I was deeming them to be.
I sat on the bed, with my veil covering my face, whilst I waited for the said groom.
To me, it all felt unnecessary since I was already carrying a child... but the maids insisted that some traditions had to be followed and I was no exception.
Had I been expecting Emmerson to be gentle with me when he came in? No.
But what I hadn't expected was how rough and harsh he'd be.
And by the time he finally left me alone... I couldn't hold back the tears I'd been holding ever since my life turned upside down.
I always thought I had my life all figured out before now. Graduate uni, get married to Zach, apply for a master's, then a PhD before we start planning to be parents.
It wasn't just a plan I had in my head, but rather something that had been premeditated and frequently visited by Zach and me.
But well... as it turns out, it was all in my head.
....
I'd just finished a retching session when my hair was suddenly yanked from behind, and before I could react... my face was being struck twice in succession.
My skin stung and I suddenly felt more nauseous than it previously did.
But before I could give in to the tiredness that followed, Sally's harsh voice followed.
Who would have thought that the very first encounter I would have with her would be in the bathroom where she'd abused me, a pregnant woman?
"You slut! How dare you come into our lives and try to ruin it?" She grabbed my now fragile body and shook me violently.
I saw stars as I tried to keep myself from falling.
Though it's been barely a month since I found out I was pregnant... The pregnancy had not only taken a toll on my mental health but mostly on my physical health.
My energy levels were dangerously low and ninety-nine percent out of the time. I felt like a complete mess.
"I didn't–" Even though I knew my words wouldn't matter at this point. I still tried to defend myself. Though I was cut off before I could continue even further.
"Listen well, and listen good, Slut. I plan to make your already hellish life full of darkness and pain." I winced as her long nails dug into my skin. This should be illegal in every way. But who was to decide that anyways?
"If you know what's good for you... you'll pack your bags and disappear from my sight before I can even catch you." That was impossible. There was no way I could escape Gabriel's tight security, and she knew that.
"Just the thought that Emmerson had laid a finger on you... makes me want to disfigure your face." And she did; at least she tried when she pushed me to the floor with such force... that I felt like I'd have a concussion, but I ended up with more than that when I passed out.
But just before then... I felt a sticky liquid gush out of my body and for a moment there... I prayed that I'd miscarry. That way, my pain would cease.
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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.