The Wife Nobody Wanted A Psychological Thriller of Betrayal, Survival, and Revenge Olivia Sinclair has been many things-a wife, a widow, a fugitive. But one thing she has never been is wanted. Framed for a murder she didn't commit, hunted by a ruthless crime syndicate, and betrayed by the only man she ever trusted, Olivia is running out of time and allies. When a cryptic message leads her back to a past she buried, Olivia must unravel a deadly conspiracy before it consumes her. Secrets long thought forgotten are surfacing, and the truth is more dangerous than she ever imagined. Because in this game, survival isn't about who you trust-it's about who you outlast. As enemies multiply and shadows close in, Olivia is forced to ask herself the one question she has spent her life avoiding: If no one wants you alive, how far will you go to stay that way? Indefinite Sequel Expansions: Each installment in The Wife Nobody Wanted series will push Olivia deeper into a world of lies, deception, and danger. Whether she is hunted by the past, drawn into new betrayals, or forced to face the ghosts she thought she had escaped, one thing is certain-Olivia's fight is never truly over. Future Expansions Could Include: The Wife Nobody Could Find – Olivia disappears, but when a shocking crime bears her signature, the world asks: is she dead, or has she become something far worse? The Wife Nobody Could Forgive – A survivor of Olivia's past seeks vengeance, forcing her to face the sins she thought were buried forever. The Wife Nobody Saved – As Olivia's enemies close in, an impossible choice awaits: escape once and for all, or save someone she once swore to abandon. The Wife Nobody Could Kill – A final showdown against the crime syndicate that has haunted her-where every ally is a potential traitor, and every betrayal could be her last. In a world where trust is a weakness and survival is a gamble, Olivia Sinclair is the woman nobody wanted-until the moment they needed her dead.
The Anniversary Party
8:00 p.m. – Harrington Mansion, Upper East Side, New York City
The Harrington mansion stood as a bastion of old-world opulence amidst the modern skyscape of New York City. Hidden in the heart of the Upper East Side, its imposing limestone façade stood as a testament to the wealth and influence of the Harrington family. The mansion was a leftover from the Gilded Age, its curving arched windows, intricate carvings, and wrought-iron gate that whispered exclusivity. The doorway, now open for the evening's party, was flanked by two stone lions, their stoic faces watching as a steady stream of luxury cars pulled into the circular driveway.
The city buzzed around it-blaring taxis, the distant rumble of subway trains, and the far-off glint of skyscrapers piercing the night air. But inside the gates, time itself lagged, as if the mansion existed in its own timelessness. The grounds were perfect, with hedged gardens trimmed, rose bushes in bloom, and a fountain that glimmered under the gentle sparkle of string lights. The air was perfumed lightly with jasmine and expensive scent, a heady mix that lingered on the night.
The ballroom was the mansion's pièce de résistance, a huge room with a domed ceiling frescoed with clouds and angels. Crystal chandeliers hung like suspended waterfalls, their light refracting off the polished marble floor. The walls were mirrored in gold leaf, reflecting the shimmering gowns and tailored tuxedos of the city elite. A string quartet played in the corner, their music weaving through the hum of conversation and laughter.
Olivia Sinclair stood near the grand staircase, her chestnut hair shining in the light of the chandelier above. Her dark emerald dress hugged her figure, the fabric shimmering like a fluid in the lights. The dress was stunning, but it was a costume, one that she had been forced to wear. Her green eyes darted anxiously around the room, gulping the sea of faces-faces that judged her, whispered about her, and never let her forget she didn't belong.
Victor Harrington was holding court across the room, his height and steel gray hair making him impossible to miss. He was the center of attention, as always, his booming voice carrying over the hum of conversation. His icy blue eyes locked with Olivia's, and for a moment, they simply stared at one another. She smiled politely, but her stomach churned as Victor excused himself and began walking towards her.
Victor was an intimidating figure, his black fitted suit accentuating the breadth of his wide shoulders. He moved with the gait of a man who had never been told no, every step commanding notice. The crowd seemed to part involuntarily as he approached, their eyes following him with envy and admiration.
He reached Olivia's side, his arm wrapping around her waist in a gesture that looked loving to bystanders. But his hold was firm, his fingers digging into her side with enough force to take her breath away.
The city outside the mansion vibrated with life, a far cry from the subdued elegance of the Harrington estate. The Manhattan skyline towered in the distance, its skyscrapers glinting like sentinels of the modern world. But here, in this gilded prison, time itself stood still.
The mansion itself was a character in the story, its lavishness both stunning and suffocating. The ballroom, with its lofty ceilings and glittering chandeliers, was a stage upon which power and wealth were performed. The mirrors that lined the walls reflected not just the guests, but the illusions they clung to-the meticulously constructed personas, the hidden insecurities, the secrets they kept.
Olivia was a stranger in this world, and this was emphasized by the whispers that followed her everywhere. The guests, all formally attired, mixed in the room like actors in a play, and their laughter and conversation overlaid the tension that lay beneath.
Victor's presence only heightened that tension. He was the undisputed ruler of this world, his every word and gesture commanding notice. But Olivia knew the truth-that behind the charm and charisma stood a man who would stop at nothing to keep things within his control.
As she rose, her hand trembling almost imperceptibly on the stem of her glass, she could not help but feel the mansion closing in on her. It was a gilded cage, one that she had entered willingly but now was frantic to escape.
"She's nothing but a gold-digger," a woman whispered from behind a gloved hand.
"Victor could've done so much better," another murmured, her voice full of disdain.
"She'll never be one of us."
Olivia's smile didn't waver, but her chest tightened. She was used to the whispers, the disapproval, the way they looked at her as though she were an imposter to their world. She glanced across the room, where Victor Harrington had gone to shake hands, his charm as effortless as it was intoxicating. He caught her eye and raised his glass, a smirk curving his lips.
As he ambled back to her, the crowd again parted like the Red Sea. He wrapped an arm around her waist, the grip firm enough that she caught her breath. "Smile, darling," he whispered, his voice low and threatening. "They're watching."
He leaned in, his lips brushing against her cheek in a gesture that seemed tender to any onlooker. But his grip on her arm was firm, his voice low and threatening as he whispered, "No matter how much you may want to escape, Olivia, you are mine. Always."
Her smile faltered for the briefest of seconds before she composed herself, raising her glass to the group. Internally, her head spun. How did it come to this?
The Hidden Power Dynamic
Olivia fled out onto the patio, the cool night air a relief from the stifling atmosphere indoors. She leaned against the railing; her tiny hands wrapped around the cold metal as she struggled to regulate her breathing. The green dress sparkled in moonlight, but the elegance of her form failed to conceal the rigidity in her physique.
Inside, Victor's children, Helena and Nicholas, looked at her with unadorned contempt. Helena's frigid glare was a mirror of her father's, and Nicholas's sneer was dipped in mockery. Olivia felt the weight of their eyes upon her, their dislike from across the room.
As she stood there, two visitors stepped out onto the terrace, their voices carried on the breeze. "She believed she could change her fate," one of them stated, her voice laced with sympathy. "But Victor holds her soul."
Olivia's breath hitched, her green eyes widening as the words sank in. She turned on her heel and ran back indoors, her heels clicking against the marble floor. Victor's words echoed in her mind, a chilling reminder of the world she was living in.
Back inside, Olivia found herself cornered by Helena. The younger woman's smile was razor-sharp. "Enjoying the party, Olivia?" she asked, her tone sweet but venomous. "It must be exhausting, pretending to be something you're not."
Olivia forced a laugh, though her nails dug into her palms. "I could say the same about you, Helena."
Helena's smile faltered, then recovered. "You'll never be one of us," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "And when my father realizes that, you'll be on the street where you belong."
Victor appeared before Olivia could respond, his coming as authoritative as ever. "Ladies," he said, his voice light but his eyes sharp. "Is everything all right?
Helena's smile returned, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Of course, Father. Just making sure Olivia feels welcome."
Victor's gaze remained fixed on Olivia; his expression impassive. "Good. Because she's not going anywhere."
The Whispered Threat
10:45 p.m. – Harrington Mansion, Grand Hallway
The party was in its final moments, guests fading away in a maelstrom of laughter and farewells. Olivia stood at the grand staircase, her jade-colored gown shining under the subdued light of the chandelier. She clutched her glass like a lifeline, her mind reeling with remembrance of the gasps and guffaws throughout the evening.
Victor appeared at her side, his presence as commanding as ever. He placed a hand on the small of her back, his touch firm and possessive. "You've been quiet tonight," he said, his deep voice smooth but laced with an edge that made her tense.
Olivia smiled, her green eyes clashing with his icy blue ones. "Just tired," she stated softly but unflinchingly. "It's been a long night.".
Victor's lips curved into a smirk, but there was no warmth in it. "You're a terrible liar, Olivia," he said, his tone light but his grip on her waist tightening. "I've always admired that about you-your transparency. It's refreshing in a world full of deceit."
Olivia's stomach churned, but she kept her expression neutral. "I'm not lying, Victor. I'm just... overwhelmed."
He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Overwhelmed by what, darling? The attention? The whispers? Or perhaps the realization that you'll never truly belong here?"
Her jaw tightened, but she didn't pull away. She couldn't. Not here, not in front of everyone. "I belong here as much as anyone," she said, her voice low but defiant.
Victor's laughter was icy against her spine. "You're brave, I'll say that. But bravery won't save you from the truth."
Olivia's mind was reeling. What truth? What did he possess? She thought of the detective, the attention Victor had been paying her of late. Was he playing cat and mouse with her, or was he seriously onto something?
"What do you want from me, Victor?" she breathed, her voice shaking slightly.
He stiffened, his hand going to her face to wrap around her chin, to turn her to look at him. His eyes were cold, calculating. "I want you to remember your place," he growled, speaking in a threat level. "You're mine, Olivia. And if you ever try to leave me..."
He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to. The shine in his eyes said it all.
Olivia's heart was pounding, but she held his gaze, depriving him of the right to see the fear in her eyes. "I'm not going anywhere," she said, keeping her voice even in the storm raging within her.
Victor's smile reappeared, but there was nothing humorous about it. "Good. Because I'd hate very much to find out what happens if you do."
He released her chin, his hand lingering for a moment before he stepped back. "Now, smile, darling," he instructed her, his voice once again light. "The guests await." Olivia forced a smile and watched him walk away. She felt like a puppet, strings pulled taut by the man who professed to love her. But this was not love. It was possession.
And there, standing there, the entire force of Victor's threat closed in on her like a wet, heavy blanket. She remembered the life she'd abandoned, the secrets she'd guarded, and the woman she once was-a woman who'd fought for her freedom, no matter the cost.
But that woman felt like a stranger now, her fire dampened by years of living under Victor's control. Still, as she glanced around the room, at the glittering chandeliers and the opulent decor, she couldn't help but wonder: was this gilded cage worth the price she'd paid?
Victor's voice echoed in her mind: "You're mine. Always."
Olivia's smile faltered for a moment before she composed herself, raising her glass to the bygone guest. Inside, her resolve hardened. She did not know how, or when, but she would get away. At any cost.
The Realization
Alone in her bedroom, Olivia stood before the mirror. The woman looking back at her was a stranger-her make-up flawless, her gown beautiful, yet her eyes vacant.
She recalled the whispers, the threats, Victor's tightening grip on her life each day. She recalled Helena's toxic words, the guests' condemnation, how they all viewed her as a gold-digger.
But they had no idea. They didn't know what secrets she held, the life she'd left behind. And if Victor ever found out.
One tear slipped down her cheek, but she wiped it away hastily. She could not waste the luxury of tears. Not now. For one thing was certain: she was in a gilded cage, and freedom's only way was to struggle.
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Sophie Clarke spent years sharpening the cutting edge of her revenge. The corrupt billionaire who destroyed her father, Ethan Hayes, is a man above the law-but below hers. Through deception and determination, she infiltrates his life, presenting herself as an artist seeking a sponsor. But the closer she gets, the greater the uncertainty. Ethan is not the cruel monster she had imagined. His niceness, his vulnerability, and what he keeps secret threaten to ruin everything she believes. But someone else is pulling the strings in the shadows. As Sophie learns the true mastermind behind her father's downfall, she realizes she might not be the only player of a deadly game. With betrayal on every hand, she has to decide-will she destroy Ethan, or will she save him? And if she makes the wrong choice, will it be her own destruction that she brings about instead? A breathless tale of revenge, betrayal, and forbidden passion, Time of the Avenger will keep you panting until the last page.
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