The Unwanted Wife Is A Zillionaire

Chapter 7

Word Count: 583 | Released on: 16/04/2026

the high-rise lobby a

s screeched to a halt in front of her. Four men in

quests your presence," the lead

er suitcase. She climbed into

driving deep into the heavily

family mansion. Elisa dragged her suitcase

uffocating smell of aged san

long mahogany table, sipping tea with

and in the center of the room for ten ago

ir teacups, their eyes raking over

own. She picked up a gold-embossed menu a

ne barked. "It is vulgar. It lacks class. But I suppose I sh

twisting with malice. "You reek of

enu on the floor. She didn

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as a desperate, new-money attem

ple. She didn't speak French, but she underst

ce this family finds me so useless,

er hands on the ta

n the matriarch and wal

a deep breath of the crisp Long

r straight to t

stares of her coworkers, and marched di

esignation letter onto

tive immediate

, you can't just leave. We are short-

interrupted, her voice hard. "

cy stare, the director swallo

lastic ID badge and d

Her phone buzzed. Jewel: The safe hous

smile. The nurse was dead. The

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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.”