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His Unwanted Wife, The Billionaire's Obsession

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 863    |    Released on: 02/09/2026

estate. Ellery paid the driver and stared at the magnificent

y gate open. She had to get her things-and

long drive, their gazes a mixture of pity, contempt, and

ls clicking a lonely, defian

at the top of the sweeping staircase. He was dressed in a flawless c

oft, but laced with the steel of absolu

oom console. It wasn't hers. It was Darla Evans's. The whispers of the staff she'd

man she had loved. Their daughter was barely cold, and

ion. "I'm here for my thing

on. He descended the stairs, blocking her path. "Ell

hed it away. It was the first time she

Don't forget, Lily is still waiting for a bone marrow match. Her surge

it always had. He thought it would

fted her head, meeting his eyes for the first time. The adoration that once

shard of ice. "You don't hav

amiliar coldness in her eyes tha

back ramrod straight, like a

eeping into his gut. The strings he'd held so tigh

, refusing to let the situati

had lived in for five years now reeked of Da

ent straight to the walk-in closet, pul

only a few simple items. The designer gown

ith this little scene?" he asked, his tone reverting to one of c

ept her personal jewelry f

Jace had forbidden her from entering, claiming it

o you think you're doing? The doctor said

harp, painful irony twisting inside her. Lil

st looked at him, her voice cold. "Lily's fa

ntal object, harmless. It could even be anoth

ly had left it. She picked up the teddy bear from the crib, its f

, forcing the tears back. T

e bear gently in the suit

tience. He strode forward and grabbed her wris

ting up her arm. But this time, s

across her lips. It was a smile he had never seen bef

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His Unwanted Wife, The Billionaire's Obsession
His Unwanted Wife, The Billionaire's Obsession
“I sold myself to a stranger for fifty thousand dollars just to pay for my daughter's funeral. When I returned to my gilded cage of a home, my husband, Jace, was already moving his mistress in. He didn't even know our daughter was dead, still using her medical bills to threaten me into perfect obedience. "Don't forget, Lily is still waiting for a bone marrow match. Are you sure you want to make me angry?" To escape him, I lied and told him I caught an STD from the man I slept with. Disgusted, Jace threw me out into the freezing Chicago night. My own parents shut their doors on me, terrified of losing his financial backing. Homeless and broken, I was suddenly picked up by the very man who bought me-Blaise Hawthorne, my husband's most dangerous billionaire rival, who saw the bruises on my neck and took me in. But Jace's fragile, narcissistic ego couldn't handle his property walking away. He tracked me down, refusing to sign the divorce papers unless I agreed to one final humiliation: serving as a lowly assistant to his mistress at a prestigious antiquities gala. He thought this public degradation would finally break me. Instead, I calmly accepted his deal, stepping onto that glittering stage to expose his true love as a complete fraud in front of the city's elite, officially beginning my revenge.”