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His Unwanted Wife, The Billionaire's Obsession

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 501    |    Released on: 02/09/2026

at the door

d to face Blaise. "Stop th

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all treated her like a piece o

console and slapped hi

he side. A red handprint immediately rose on his cheek. The car

lf, waiting for

is head back. No shouting. No fury. He only ran his tongue

" he asked, h

ollapsed in

ust like Jace Landry. A self-important bastard. You thi

aiting for this? For Jace's wife to come cra

ring wheel. His knuckles went white.

ut a cold laugh, tears in her eyes. "I am no

and and slapped

en flinch. He took it,

strength. She collapsed back into the

f him. But Lily. Jace. Her family

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at up. He reached into the glove compartment, pulled out

dn't t

breaths, the car was gliding into the under

led the engine but di

d and swollen, and the bruises on her neck

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ter scoff. "Could

with absolute certainty that she wouldn't run. That silent confide

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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.”