
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 5
~ Isabella ~
"Ma'am... the fall you had was great, and you'd lost a lot of blood as a result. We'll have to perform an operation on you to bring the baby out." I nodded, feeling a tidbit of gratitude at being told what would be done to my body.
My consciousness soon began floating after I was shot with the anesthesia, and I couldn't help but reflect on the last eight months of my life.
Apparently, Emmerson and Hayden hadn't been joking when they'd said... they'll make my life a living hell.
Not only had I been made to move into the servants' quarters and eat less nutritious meals than was required for my pregnancy. But I also had to watch them make out every time I bumped into them.
Emmerson chased away all the servants in his house and made me do all the chores, excluding cooking... despite my condition.
So many times, I'd regretted even stepping into the bar that night.
Would things have been different if I had gone somewhere else that night? I could have had a good cry at the beach and, better still, just gone and sobbed in Junie's comforting arms.
But no, I had ended up at a bar and ended up having a one-night stand with the ruthless Emmerson.
While Emmerson didn't physically assault me as long as I stayed out of his way. He never stopped Sally from doing so.
I'd lost count of the number of times, I had been struck by Sally in front of him.
It was almost like, he didn't care that I was carrying his child.
Or maybe he saw her as a mistake and a burden, like I was to him.
Sally had pushed me down the stairs after she'd caught me conversing with Junie Via on a phone call while I was vacuuming the stairs.
She hadn't spared me even when I began bleeding and rather kept slapping me and hurling hurtful words at me.
She didn't stop until I passed out and only woke up now... right before the operation.
.....
"Hurry, get the incubator ready; her life is in danger!" I heard panicked voices after I felt something being lifted out of my cut-out stomach.
'Is she okay?' was the first thought that passed through my mind at the reminder of my child.
Though her pregnancy was unplanned, it didn't mean I hated her.
She was my child, and I wanted her.
More than I can imagine.
"I just hope I get the chance to hold her." Those were my last thoughts as the ECG machine began to beep loudly, as my vision slowly went black.
....
The next time I awoke, I was in a different room, and my body felt lighter than usual, reminding me of something I'd forgotten: my baby.
I sat up with little to no effort and looked around the hospital room in search of her but found no glimpse of her.
I looked down at myself through the hospital gown and realized that my wound had started healing... How long had it been, actually?
And where was my daughter?
I hadn't expected a dramatic congratulations message after giving birth... But I had expected to have my daughter in my arms when I awoke. So where was she?
"Looking for someone?" Sally floated into the room in a body-hug red jumpsuit, and my mouth suddenly felt dry at the sight of her.
"Where's my daughter?" Though I hadn't been told the gender. I had a hunch that she was a she and not a he.
"Your daughter? Which of them?" She stared at me, like I was going crazy. But how could I be?
"Tell me what you've done to my daughter!"
"Nothing...." She said, before her smile turned evil. "Nobody knew you were pregnant to begin with... and just a tiny piece of information.... She is my daughter." Her words didn't make sense at first until the tiny pieces I hadn't taken note of previously began to come together.
During the course of my pregnancy, I hadn't been allowed to step a foot out of the house, nor was I allowed to use any social media without supervision.
And so many times, I'd caught Sally walking around the house with a fake belly, which I would have fallen for... if I hadn't seen her without it multiple times.
She and Emmerson acted all lovey-dovey while she showed off her fake pregnancy on livestreams.
I never thought much of it, but what if...?
My heart ached at the thought of it.
"But she's my-"
"She's my daughter, and if you know what's good for you. You'd take that money and get out of our lives." She said, dropping a wad of cash on the bedside table.
I was surprised, as I hadn't expected her to be least generous. But apparently, she wasn't done.
"And... listen, if I catch you anywhere near this city. I'd make your daughter's life more hellish than I made yours." Her tone was filled with malice, and I had no doubt she'd do so.
But the realization that I was being threatened twice made my heart ache.
First it was by Mom.
And now by Sally.
It sucked.
....
The hospital discharged me two hours later, and I managed to walk out of the hospital under the pity gazes of the nurses who had refused to say a word more than necessary to me.
I wouldn't be surprised if Sally had ordered them to.
I moved aimlessly around the unfamiliar neighborhood while feeling like I was going to pass out any second.
I'd just stepped into the middle of the road when I was rammed into by a fast moving vehicle.
My body collapsed as my head hit the ground with a full bang, and I felt my features would never be the same again.
But just before the entire world went blank, I heard a familiar yet unfamiliar masculine voice calling out to 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.