The Unwanted Wife's Secret Billionaire Heir

Chapter 3

Word Count: 840 | Released on: 28/04/2026

any and quiet judgment. A crystal chandelier dripped light onto a table long enough to

g eyes was a physical pressure on her shoulders. Millicent Montgomery, the family's elegant, iron-willed matria

her. The scent of rich butter and broiled seafood hit her first. Her stomac

ablecloth under the table, her knuck

ncern, but of cold warning. He thought this was another o

hrough the low hum of conversation. "You look

g plaster. "No, Mrs. Montgomery, it's delic

next course: black truffle risotto. The e

slapped a hand over her mouth, pushed her chair ba

l silent. Every eye

t down her fork and knife, her gaze pinning her grandson to his chair. "H

a laugh. "Don't tell me there

ccusation, making him look like a fool who'd been easily

and angry. "You're mistaken," he said, his voice dropp

ne sucked the remainin

in of that?" Millicent pr

ere. "Because our prenuptial agreement stipulates that she is on birth control," he announced to the silent table. He

He had just declared his new wife a potential

still damp from the cold water she'd splashed on it. H

-the pity in one aunt's eyes, the undisguised contempt in another's, the morbid curiosity

walked back to her seat, her head held high. Her voice was hoar

if flimsy, excuse. "I think I have a bit of a s

y most of the table, who quickly busied themselves with

, then nodded to the butler. "Bring Mrs. M

er passed in a thick

med the door shut and grabbed her arm, spinning her around to face him. He pus

ice a low, dangerous growl. "If you ever, ever try to pull a stun

t flinch. She just looked at him

f all emotion. "Believe me. No one want

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“Fiona Ferguson was trapped in a cold, transactional marriage with billionaire Holland Montgomery just to save her dying grandmother. On their wedding night, he didn't touch her. Instead, he slammed an emergency contraceptive pill onto the vanity, accusing her of drugging him to secure a ring. She swallowed the bitter pill to appease him. But weeks later, a routine medical checkup revealed the impossible: she was four weeks pregnant. Her grandmother's herbal anxiety medication had secretly neutralized the contraceptive. Terrified of his ruthless temper, Fiona hid the pregnancy while enduring his constant humiliations. When her grandmother's life-saving heart transplant was suddenly bumped for a VIP patient, Fiona swallowed her pride and begged Holland to use his hospital board influence. He didn't even listen. Instead, he pulled out a black American Express card and threw it across his massive desk. "Name your price," he sneered, treating her desperate plea for a life like a cheap shakedown. "One million? Five? Let's just put a number on it." Staring at the heavy black card, something inside Fiona finally shattered. She had taken his pills, endured his family's mockery, and let him treat her like dirt-all to keep her only family alive. But he truly believed her soul had a price tag. A chilling calm washed over her. Without touching the card, she looked the billionaire dead in the eye with profound contempt. "I regret the day I ever met you," she said, her voice like ice. "As soon as the surgery is over, we are getting a divorce. And I am walking away with absolutely nothing."”