The Unwanted Wife Is A Zillionaire

Chapter 3

Word Count: 633 | Released on: 16/04/2026

heavy oak doors of t

ver the massive expanse of white marble. She kicked off her heels. He

ing in the foyer. August had paid half a million dollars

hogany bookshelf, she pulled a thick encyclopedia

e of numbers. The heavy steel do

nd emeralds. She reached into the very botto

tters at the top read: Prenuptial and Fixed-T

messy signature of the late Baron Chambers III, and r

rner. She hit the copy button. The green light s

pled them together and placed the stack perf

. Heavy, rushed footsteps ec

e loose. The cloying scent of the hospital's VIP luxury candles

ing from the study and

ly," August snapped, his

pled contract across the smooth wood of the

at the cover page.

harsh, mocking laugh. He planted both hands o

al tonight was just a negotiation tactic, wa

him. Her eyes wer

said evenly. "The contra

d. Then, he threw his head back and la

This dramatic, attention-seek

ed the stack of papers. They flew off the des

r desperate games," he sai

, his phone buzzed. A custom r

opping into a sickeningly sweet, gentle

earpiece. "August... the doctor says there might b

un around, completely ignoring the papers

om the side table and spri

The sound echoed violently

hair. She looked at the scattered papers o

re page. She stared at the date, and a

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The Unwanted Wife Is A Zillionaire

Reilly Mcardle Modern

“For seven years, I played the perfect, hidden wife to billionaire August Chambers while working quietly as an ER nurse. Three days before our marriage contract expired, he stormed into my emergency room carrying a bleeding woman. It was Allena, his cousin's fiancée. She had suffered a ruptured corpus luteum from their violent, aggressive sex. Instead of hiding his affair, August ordered me to clear the floor and threw a massive check at my face to buy my silence. Later, his friends trapped me in a VIP club. When a waiter tripped, August violently shoved me aside just to protect Allena from a spilled cup of coffee. I crashed into a glass table, a sharp edge slicing deep into my arm. "Apologize to her, and I'll have my driver take you to the hospital." As my blood soaked into the white rug, he stood over me, demanding I get on my knees for his mistress. He didn't know I had faked a miscarriage five years ago to secretly raise our daughter far away from his cruelty. He also didn't know the money he flaunted was pocket change compared to my hidden AI tech empire. I calmly tied a tourniquet around my bleeding arm with my teeth and wiped my blood directly over his heart onto his custom suit. "I'm done with you." The submissive nurse was dead, and it was time to let him burn in the ruins of his own lies.”