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I'm The Unwanted Wife

I'm The Unwanted Wife

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.
The Girl He Called Desperate

The Girl He Called Desperate

The text from Andrew lit up my phone screen, and my heart jumped. I' d spent years as his "friend," his late-night call, secretly hoping this was finally our moment. He asked me to wear "that coyote ugly thing" he liked, denim shorts and boots, for a night at his downtown condo. I drove there, heart pounding, ready to be "seen" by him. But the door swung open to a jeering crowd of his friends, and next to him, recording, was Gabrielle Ross. Andrew smirked, "Look what the cat dragged in," then claimed I'd "gotten the wrong idea," calling me desperate. Gabrielle laughed, narrating for her phone, "When the crazy side-chick won' t take a hint." He tossed a cheap sex toy at my feet, declaring, "Because I' m with Gabrielle now. We' re done." The video went viral, my reputation crumbled, and my freelance design business vanished overnight. With no way to pay my father's mounting medical bills, I was desperate. An agency offered a mere $250,000 for five years of my life, a pittance but my only choice. Then the call came: my father was critically ill and transferred to Andrew' s hospital. I found Andrew and begged him to help, seeing a flicker of the promising doctor he once was. But during my father' s emergency intubation, Andrew abandoned him to console Gabrielle, leaving a junior resident fumbling. My father died. Later, Andrew held Gabrielle in the hospital chapel, and she sneered, saying my father probably gave up "knowing what a slut his daughter is." Rage consumed me. I lunged at her, and Andrew violently shoved me away, caring only for Gabrielle. My father' s ashes, the last physical piece of him, were later spilled and shattered by Gabrielle. I was broken, humiliated, and utterly alone, a monument to Andrew' s callous disregard. But then, my phone rang and a smooth voice announced, "Your patron has arrived. Mr. Blakely is ready to begin your contract." Little did Andrew know, my "patron" was about to help me rise from the ashes.
Betrayed By Ex, Married To His Uncle

Betrayed By Ex, Married To His Uncle

"Take my last name and reck all the havoc you want, Ocean." .. His last name alone was power, a commanding force, a force that makes even rulers bow... .... Aliyah Malvern's life took a drastic change... a terrible one, when her step mother and brother revealed the truth about her birth, a dirty secret she feared and that was been her father's bastard child, her inheritance was also taken away from her leaving her poor. As if that isn't enough, her step sister snatched her boyfriend, a man Aliyah loved deeply and had envisaged their future together, alongside that, the whole campus was turned against her and in a short while she became the element of ridicule and bully. Drown in sadness and misery, she ended up having a one night stand with a stranger who turned out to be no other person than her ex's Uncle... Kingley Romero.. the world soughted after billionaire bachelor, greatly feared and overly mysterious. And also overnight she becomes the billionaire's wife an offer of revenge was placed right into her laps and she is sure taking it, till every one of them falls to their feet, begged, alongside worship her, she would not stop. The marriage was to serve purpose, he needed a wife, she needed revenge but then undeniable sparks began to fly, oppositions arises, but one thing is that the billionaire has vowed never to let her go, never! He would spoil and pamper so much till she becomes the envy of the world.
The Sister Who Stole My Life

The Sister Who Stole My Life

My hand trembled, clutching the medical report: pregnant, early stages. My husband, Ethan, believed I was just at the clinic for stress migraines, a convenient lie I’d told him. But as his black SUV pulled up, my childhood best friend, Chloe, sat in the front passenger seat, already claiming her spot. Her bright smile didn’t reach her eyes, and the car reeked of her sharp, new perfume – a scent that soon permeated my home. Ethan, without a word to me, announced Chloe was moving in, effectively turning my penthouse into their private domain. At the gala, Chloe subtly paraded her bond with Ethan, publicly deriding my "paleness" while he dismissed my obvious discomfort, pushing me deeper into the familiar isolation of our college days. I finally confronted him, the raw pain of years of gaslighting and feeling secondary erupting as I slapped him across the face. His shocked expression, followed by Chloe’s feigned concern, solidified the bitter truth: I was an unwanted accessory in my own marriage. How could I have been so blind, so naive, to willingly endure a life where I constantly felt like an outsider looking in? No more. That night, I knew I couldn't bring a child into this charade, choosing to reclaim my freedom and shatter the illusions they had so carefully constructed. I was about to lay bare every ugly secret, every calculated betrayal, and dismantle their world, piece by painful piece.
When the Queen Returns

When the Queen Returns

I built Liam Carter's political career from nothing, forging him into a powerful Senate candidate. Our engagement gala, a critical fundraiser, was set to crown us as D.C.'s ultimate power couple. But on that perfect night, the doorbell rang. It wasn't the catering staff; it was Brianna, a junior aide, clutches her very pregnant stomach. "It's Liam's," she whispered. Liam burst in, canceling the gala to manage the "crisis," his eyes colder than ice. He ordered me to stay silent, to protect his career, then swiftly blacklisted me from every connection I had built. Even my own parents sided with him, more concerned with appearances than my broken heart, dismissing his betrayal as a "man's needs." Isolated and professionally ruined, I watched my carefully constructed life unravel. The final blow: Brianna flaunted my hand-knitted scarf, a symbol of our struggles, now a dog bed for her new puppy. That scarf wasn't just fabric; it was a piece of my soul. Seeing it desecrated ignited a rage so pure and hot, it shattered any remaining pretense of civility. This wasn't just politics or business anymore; this was about my life, my history, everything I held sacred. I called Liam. "I want you to lose," I told him. " I want you to feel what it's like to have everything you've ever worked for turn to ash." With a new alliance by my side, I walked out, ready to reclaim my name, my power, and rewrite my future, no matter the cost.