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Damn it. Can I just put the ring on him without saying will you marry me? The former is because, I think I want to marry him but in reality, I don't want to. I dont want to. I am only marrying her for the sake of the company. Grandfather gave me his company and Daddy let me run his company. Not Draze's or Zeb's. And I don't even know him. I haven't seen his last picture yet so I have no idea about his face. What if he is ugly? It's a waste of my genes in my body when we had a child. It would be better if I married Annika. She knew everything about me. He knows my likes and dislikes. I think he's the one I've been in the longest relationship with. 2 weeks I guessed. And in those two weeks, a lot happened in our relationship but still, we didn't break up. Maybe it would be better if he is the one I marry. "Are you ready Yuan? They are here. You will finally see the one you will marry" Draze whispered to me and grinned. I struggled with it. Since, he wasn't the victim of this pest wedding arrangement, that's why this kid is all smiles. "Just shut up" I whined at Draze but he just laughed softly. Suddenly the door opened and it spat out my future husband. I adjusted my necktie because I was sweating cold because of the shivers I was feeling. Hell! Why am I nervous? I looked at him and was stunned. I thought this was a formal proposal? The guests are wearing tuxedos and gowns and then him? What the fuck! He was wearing rugged jeans and a loose shirt and a checkered polo tied around his waist. He is wearing a messy bun and has a guitar strapped to his back. It has a poker face as if it doesn't care about the world. I was stunned for a few seconds and cursed a few times. Fuck it! Is he the one I will marry? He came to us with his parents in formal attire. It's not like he just wanders around. "Dad! Nice seeing you again!" My dad greeted and approached the couple. "By the way, this is Brian, this is our daughter. Her name is Sarah Lei Ariaga" her mother introduced her. "Oh! Nice to meet you Sarah. A beautiful name for a beautiful lady like you. By the way, this is Yuan Brixen Cruise, my son" mommy introduced me. The woman looked at me and raised an eyebrow. I looked away and looked around. After this proposal is actually over, I'm going to the bar and looking for chix. "Will it be long?" He asked while there was still no emotion on his face. "Sarah! Just arrived-" His mother was interrupted when she came to me and held out her palm. "The Ring" I looked at her with a questioning look. "Huh?" She rolled her eyes and brought her open palm closer to me. "The ring, where is it?" "Sarah!" Sarah looked at her father and smiled. "What? I know he's going to propose to me. I'm just taking the ring so it won't be difficult for him to say will you marry me. Is that bad?" He answered and took the box that was placed in the pocket of my tuxedo. She opened it then put it on her ring finger. Our eyes met but it only made me suffer. "My answer is yes, any questions?" I was dumbfounded. She is Super weird. "n-none" "Violent reaction?" I shook my head. A smile appeared on her face causing me to stop. "Well it settles then. I will be your wife and you will be my husband" he said and turned away. He raised his hand and waved. "Ciao Husband! See you on our wedding day!" Okay, what was that?

PROLOGUE I suddenly stunned because I saw Hellios was sitting on a sofa in the middle of the room. He had thick eyebrows that were like sharp swords, deep emotionless gray eyes with a sharp gaze, thin lips, sharp and perfect jawline, and a tall but strong figure. The article other features I've read it's really looked like. Handsome not enough words to describe him. He looked ethereal, majestic like he was born to be king, making others kneel and submit themselves to him. But I'm an exception duh. I took a deep breath and calmly sat down in front of this Greek. I put down the pack of tissues, putting it on the table in front of him. "What are you doing woman?" Hellios raised his thick black eyebrows and asked. "Wipe my tears." I honestly said. Hellios was stunned and soon burst into laughter oh god, he's so handsome he laughed! "Do you think I will make you cry too?" "but none of them went out with a smile so I guess yes" I said in a matter-of-fact. "because they very dissapoint me how they're answering" "require to answer all your questions?" I asked. "Yes" he said lazily. "Okay spill it" "Do you know how many times that I divorced" his first question "Five" I immediately answer because his question is everyone knows. "And do you think a man who can't even manage his family. Would have the ability to manage a company well?" His fellow asked. I sighed. "Yes. The personal issue about his family can be set aside." I coolly said. Hellios stared at me and smirked. What's wrong with his smile? I questionably asked myself. "what's your name young lady?" He asked. "Fime Scar Clarkson" "You may leave" I was surprised when he said blinking my eyes third times. "Will you choose me?" I directly asked him. "Why would I choose you. Give me a reasonable reason" he asked and lips curled as if found sound interesting. "Because I'm your sixth wife and last" I confidently said. "Last wife?" He snorted. "So arrogant" he added but I just grinned at him. "why? Don't you believe me? You can give me a try unless your afraid that I have the ability to make you fall in love with me. Mr Larckstone" I teased him. He's face becomes serious but I don't mind as long as he chooses me I'm just to desperate to be his wife Isn't like that I have feelings for him I just really need him. "Alright. I give it a try because of your courage but remember It doesn't matter who I'll choose because I don't want to love any woman at all" he clearly said and stood up. Alright! 'Mission Accomplish' I can't help but smile! "I'll assure you that I'm gonna be Sixth wife and last wife" I confidently said to him with Sweetly smile.

The big door in front of me opened and from where I was standing I could see the man I love looking at me without emotion. I smiled even though my chest was tight. Little by little I heard a song as I slowly walked closer to the man waiting at the altar. Kiel looked at me seriously. There was no trace of satisfaction on his face. There was no sign of joy on his face, which made my heart ache. I extended my hand here but he just looked at it and went before the priest. My hand was left in the air. Bowed and slightly embarrassed. I followed in front of the priest. It started to mass. "You may now kiss the bride" I faced Kiel. It looked at me with disgust. I closed my eyes thinking he was going to kiss me on the lips but he kissed me on the cheek. "you got me being Mrs. Valerian, I'll make sure you don't get my love." He whispered. I closed my eyes when I felt physical pain in my heart. "Remember that Sam? You can't have my love cause I love someone else." he added as the crowd applauded. I shed a single tear. "it's nice to watch your tears. It's nice to watch you cry." He walked away from me after saying that and was the first to leave the church. I wiped my tears and smiled to face the people who were happy for us. My chest aches behind my smiles. I still got over the stabbing but I didn't show it. "Where is your husband going?" asked an old man innocently. I smiled here and didn't say a word. "Maybe I'm just excited," said one teasingly. I laughed even though my heart felt like it was being squeezed. It hurts! I am Samantha Alexandria Perez or should I say Samantha Alexandria Perez Valerian and I am his The Unwanted Wife.

DESCRIPTION Via Kaye is curious about her best friend's mysterious brother Dwayne Maverick La Torre. She got a chance to enter his room without a permission, to see if there's a photo of him and she's lucky because it's not locked. But she's unlucky because the man she wants to see was there, giving her a death glare. When he first looked at it, he was cold like ice! She is annoyed by his clumsiness, his scolding, and she is annoyed because he is like a child who always follows her but she doesn't care about that, she wants to know him. "Don't fall in love with me." That's the word he told her but then she falls in love with him. She can't unlove him no matter what danger comes, she can't unlove him even if she knows what his true character is.

The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back.

Aurora woke up to the sterile chill of her king-sized bed in Sterling Thorne's penthouse. Today was the day her husband would finally throw her out like garbage. Sterling walked in, tossed divorce papers at her, and demanded her signature, eager to announce his "eligible bachelor" status to the world. In her past life, the sight of those papers had broken her, leaving her begging for a second chance. Sterling's sneering voice, calling her a "trailer park girl" undeserving of his name, had once cut deeper than any blade. He had always used her humble beginnings to keep her small, to make her grateful for the crumbs of his attention. She had lived a gilded cage, believing she was nothing without him, until her life flatlined in a hospital bed, watching him give a press conference about his "grief." But this time, she felt no sting, no tears. Only a cold, clear understanding of the mediocre man who stood on a pedestal she had painstakingly built with her own genius. Aurora signed the papers, her name a declaration of independence. She grabbed her old, phoenix-stickered laptop, ready to walk out. Sterling Thorne was about to find out exactly how expensive "free" could be.

I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector. That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world. The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor. The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist. Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch—a titan of industry and my best friend’s father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared. "Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb. Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen. "Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back." I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe.

Vesper's marriage to Julian Sterling was a gilded cage. One morning, she woke naked beside Damon Sterling, Julian's terrifying brother, then found a text: Julian's mistress was pregnant. Her world shattered, but the real nightmare had just begun. Julian's abuse escalated, gaslighting Vesper, funding his secret life. Damon, a germaphobic billionaire, became her unsettling anchor amidst his chaos. As "Iris," Vesper exposed Julian's mistress, Serena Sharp, sparking brutal war: poisoned drinks, a broken leg, and the horrifying truth-Julian murdered her parents, trapping Vesper in marriage. The man she married was a killer. Broken and betrayed, Vesper was caught between monstrous brothers, burning with injustice. Refusing victimhood, Vesper reclaimed her identity. Fueled by vengeance, she allied with Damon, who vowed to burn his empire for her. Julian faced justice, but matriarch Eleanor's counterattack forced Vesper's choice as a hitman aimed for her.

I woke up on silk sheets that smelled of expensive cedar and cold sandalwood, a world away from my cramped apartment in Brooklyn. Beside me lay Ezra Gardner—my boss, the billionaire CEO of Gardner Holdings, and the man who could end my career with a snap of his fingers. He didn’t offer an apology for the night before; instead, he looked at me with terrifying clarity and proposed a cold, calculated business arrangement. "Marriage. It stabilizes the board and solves the PR crisis before it begins." He dressed me in archival Chanel and sent me home in his Maybach, but my life was already falling apart. My boyfriend, Irving, claimed he had passed out early, yet his location data placed him at my best friend’s apartment until three in the morning. When I tried to run, I realized Ezra was already ten steps ahead, tracking my movements and uncovering the secret I’d spent twenty years hiding: my connection to the powerful Senator Grimes. I was trapped between a CEO who treated me like a line item on a quarterly report and a boyfriend who had been using me while sleeping with my closest friend. I felt like a pawn in a game I didn't understand, wondering why a man like Ezra would walk up forty flights of stairs on a broken leg just to make sure I was safe. "Showtime, Mrs. Gardner." Standing on the red carpet in a gown that cost more than my life, I watched my cheating ex-boyfriend’s face turn pale as Ezra claimed me in front of the world. I wasn't just an assistant anymore; I was a weapon, and it was time to burn their world down.

My husband, Ethan Vance, made me his trophy wife. My best friend, Susanna Thorne, helped me pick out my wedding dress. Together, they made me a fool. For three years, I was Mrs. Ethan Vance, a decorative silence in his billion-dollar world, living a quiet routine until a forgotten phone charger led me to his office. The low, feminine laugh from behind his door was a gut-punch; inside, I found Ethan and Susanna, my "best friend" and his CMO, tangled on his sofa, his only reaction irritation. My divorce declaration brought immediate scorn and threats. I was fired, my accounts frozen, and publicly smeared as an unstable gold-digger. Even my own family disowned me for my last cent, only for me to be framed for assault and served a restraining order. Broke, injured, and utterly demonized, they believed I was broken, too ashamed to fight. But their audacious betrayal and relentless cruelty only forged a cold, unyielding resolve. Slumped alone, a restraining order in hand, I remembered my hidden journal: a log of Ethan's insider trading secrets. They wanted a monster? I would show them one.

Trigger/Content Warning: This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised. It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language. This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire. ***** "Take off your dress, Meadow." "Why?" "Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost." ••••*••••*••••* Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance. One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring. Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel. He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch. Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed. She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge. But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming. Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything. Alaric doesn't share what's his. Not his company. Not his wife. And definitely not his vengeance.

Vivian clutched her Hermès bag, her doctor's words echoing: "Extremely high-risk pregnancy." She hoped the baby would save her cold marriage, but Julian wasn't in London as his schedule claimed. Instead, a paparazzi photo revealed his early return-with a blonde woman, not his wife, at the private airport exit. The next morning, Julian served divorce papers, callously ending their "duty" marriage for his ex, Serena. A horrifying contract clause gave him the right to terminate her pregnancy or seize their child. Humiliated, demoted, and forced to fake an ulcer, Vivian watched him parade his affair, openly discarding her while celebrating Serena. This was a calculated erasure, not heartbreak. He cared only for his image, confirming he would "handle" the baby himself. A primal rage ignited her. "Just us," she whispered to her stomach, vowing to sign the divorce on her terms, keep her secret safe, and walk away from Sterling Corp for good, ready to protect her child alone.

Serena Vance, an unloved wife, clutched a custom-made red velvet cake to her chest, enduring the cold rain outside an exclusive Upper East Side club. She hoped this small gesture for her husband, Julian, would bridge the growing chasm between them on their third anniversary. But as she neared the VIP suite, her world shattered. Julian's cold, detached voice sliced through the laughter, revealing he considered her nothing more than a "signature on a piece of paper" for a trust fund, mocking her changed appearance and respecting only another woman, Elena. The indifference in his tone was a physical blow, a brutal severance, not heartbreak. She gently placed the forgotten cake on the floor, leaving her wedding ring and a diamond necklace as she prepared to abandon a marriage built on lies. Her old life, once a prison of quiet suffering and constant humiliation, now lay in ruins around her. Three years of trying to be seen, to be loved, were erased by a few cruel words. Why had she clung to a man who saw her as a clause in a will, a "creature," not a wife? The shame and rage hardened her heart, freezing her tears. Returning to an empty penthouse, she packed a single battered suitcase, leaving behind every symbol of her failed marriage. With a burner phone, she dialed a number she hadn't touched in a decade, whispering, "Godfather, I'm ready to come home."

The acrid smell of smoke still clung to Evelyn in the ambulance, her lungs raw from the penthouse fire. She was alive, but the world around her felt utterly destroyed, a feeling deepened by the small TV flickering to life. On it, her husband, Julian Vance, thousands of miles away, publicly comforted his mistress, Serena Holloway, shielding her from paparazzi after *her* "panic attack." Julian's phone went straight to voicemail. Alone in the hospital with second-degree burns, Evelyn watched news replays, her heart rate spiking. He protected Serena from camera flashes while Evelyn burned. When he finally called, he demanded she handle insurance, dismissing the fire; Serena's voice faintly heard. The shallow family ties and pretense of marriage evaporated. A searing injustice and cold anger replaced pain; Evelyn knew Julian had chosen to let her burn. "Evelyn Vance died in that fire," she declared, ripping out her IV. Armed with a secret fortune as "The Architect," Hollywood's top ghostwriter, she walked out. She would divorce Julian, reclaim her name, and finally step into the spotlight as an actress.