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The Unwanted Wife's Spectacular Design Comeback

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 689    |    Released on: 07/05/2026

alf-filled whiskey glass down on the marble

me?" he said. His voice was completely fl

anity. "Three days! You've been in New York for three days,

yed at the breach of security than hi

im, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "The

schedule is highly classified. Not even the board knew,"

but public enough to parade a Hollywood actress down a

fluence on the Senate Finance Committee, and his opinions sway SE

our marriage just a line item on your balance s

er, pulled out a limitless Centurion Black C

l collection at Bergdorf Goodman tomorrow. Consider

ted violently. She felt like a high-priced escort

ard fluttered weakly against his expensive suit jacket before falling silently onto the thick ca

o, you make me sick!" she screamed. She

closed the distance in two massive stri

rifying force. She stumbled and

im wildly, slamming her f

hand shot up and gripped her jaw,

ogized. What else do you want from me?"

a pet canary you keep locked up on Fifth Avenue!" A s

back of Dominick's hand. The heat of

e. The wild beast he had kept locked down

ng, Dominick crushed h

was a violent, punish

shock. She clamped her teeth

head. His other arm wrapped around her waist, lifting her off

of whiskey and raw male aggression invad

body betrayed her, melting agai

arried her down the hallway, his strides ea

h, and let it slam shut behind them, locking t

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The Unwanted Wife's Spectacular Design Comeback
The Unwanted Wife's Spectacular Design Comeback
“I gave up my future as a top design graduate to play the perfect trophy wife for Wall Street billionaire Dominick Carrillo. But at a high-profile gala, he suddenly returned from his overseas trip three days early, parading a Hollywood actress on his arm. He dropped a million dollars on her charity necklace in front of the entire Manhattan elite, publicly humiliating me. When I confronted him with proof of his lies back at our penthouse, he threw his limitless black card at me like I was a high-priced escort. To punish my defiance, he violently pinned me down, forcing himself on me to assert his absolute control. The next morning, he caught me fixing the terrible architectural sketches for his new boutique hotel project. He coldly locked my designs away in his briefcase without a second glance. "The business world doesn't care about sketches. Just be a good Mrs. Carrillo and max out your credit cards." I stared at the empty room as he left for a hotel, my phone buzzing with mocking texts from other socialites. For three years, I had locked my talent in a golden cage for this marriage, only to be treated like a brainless canary and a disposable line item on his balance sheet. The rules of this marriage were done. I opened my laptop, found a national design competition sponsored by his biggest corporate rival, and hit submit. I didn't apply as Mrs. Carrillo. I applied as Aubrey Middleton.”