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His Unwanted Wife: The Genius Designer

His Unwanted Wife: The Genius Designer

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 780    |    Released on: 20/04/2026

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loor just past Ervin's expensive shoes. The housekeeper stood near the edg

ef stew onto the center of the marble dining table.

tight, as if a heavy stone was pressing down on he

entryway. The security system

eart skipped a beat, a foolish

door. The crisp, biting chill of the Man

ilored jacket and handed it t

forward. The air

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acid burned its way up her esopha

swept over the elaborate spread on the dining tab

d her. She forced the corners of her mouth up and reached for the

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air into

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unbuttoned the top two buttons of his

ance between them

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blurred. She brought both hands up an

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pped his arm around her waist

tightening against her apron before she turne

ss of gravity made her stoma

he thick carpet. A dark red stain

kicked the heavy carved wooden door of the

of the massive bed. The mattr

nstantly, pinning her

s. It was a punishment. His teeth scraped agains

d for oxygen. She shoved her hands against

one hand. He slammed them into the pil

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ar broke free and slid down her tem

ed fighting. She lay there beneath him, star

frustrated growl. He grabbed the neckline of h

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His Unwanted Wife: The Genius Designer
His Unwanted Wife: The Genius Designer
“For three years, I was the dutiful wife of billionaire Ervin Valdez. On our third wedding anniversary, he came home smelling of his mistress's perfume, pinned me down, and brutally mocked me. His mistress, Sylvia, had even sent me a fake ultrasound report to force me out of the picture. In Ervin's eyes, I was just a vicious, calculating liar who used a pregnancy to trap him into marriage. He didn't care that I had actually lost that baby, nor did he know the trauma of my gambling father selling me to a dark club where I was assaulted by a stranger. When I finally handed him the signed divorce papers, giving up all assets, and left the penthouse with nothing but an old suitcase, he just sneered. "She is playing a game of hard to get. She won't last three days before she comes crying back." He froze all my bank accounts, let his mistress humiliate me in public, and waited coldly for me to starve and beg. He thought my entire existence relied on his wealth, completely confident that I would inevitably surrender to his control. But he was wrong. I calmly opened my old laptop, bypassed the complex encryptions, and looked at the dozens of unread emails from top-tier global brands begging for my return. I resurrected my hidden identity as the legendary jewelry designer "R," and walked straight into the top design firm in Manhattan. "It is time to find myself again."”