His Unwanted Wife, The Billionaire's Obsession

Chapter 8

Word Count: 716 | Released on: 02/09/2026

ional. "Miss, don't be alarmed," he said g

e. He felt her trembling and loosened his

d," Blaise said to Ian, his attempt

epped back, putting distance between hers

tic wipes and a small jar of ointment, and began cleaning the br

d, watching in silence. Only the hard li

y as he worked. "But whoever did this was

me," Blaise

ng the wound and handed a small pot of cream to Blaise. "T

ou need anything. And make sure your... guest gets so

and saw him to

gain, the air thick with a

ring at her hands, mortifie

ll pot of ointment. He crouched

," she said, her vo

d it to the bruises. His touch was steady, his fingers warm and calloused. The ointment

irst time. His eyelashes were long. His focus was intense. The

ittle faster. She

tment on the coffee table. "Mor

led out the silver bracelet. He placed it

osed her fingers around the familiar, cool m

you," sh

prised by her gra

said, gesturing down the hall. "G

ar and the bracelet, she walked

me since Lily's death, she s

. On the kitchen counter was a plate of toast and a pie

eelings swirling inside her. She ate the toast, chan

funeral home was waiting. Lil

nd the car took her to the block where her parents lived. H

d onto the stree

s dark as a thundercloud. He had guessed she would

got out. The car pulled away smoothly-too

ed the car until i

ened. Then he

gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot and wild.

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His Unwanted Wife, The Billionaire's Obsession

Marnie Nomura Billionaires

“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.”