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The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Destiny

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 878    |    Released on: 11/06/2025

but laced with concern. "I'm about twe

he hysteria I felt clawing at my insides. "He aban

of breath on hi

be part of his life once he controls Sterling Global through our marriage." I d

, then, "Are you oka

Looking like an idiot." My attempt a

is." Ethan's voice was firm, a

plastic bench, the sounds of the cl

ger was solidifying into resolve. Pres' s betrayal was

The will stipulated my sp

n't specify

sically handsome like Pres, but his features were strong, his eyes kind and intelligent. He wore a si

crowding, just present

the callous texts. I watched his expression shift from conce

t for a long moment, his gaze

," he said finally, his

thinks he can have the company and

old, deep understanding there, something I had taken f

it. The

strength. "It says 'upon her marriage

s will, the intricacies of it. We' d discussed it years

n, a note of caut

. I can't let him. He wants to use that clause to take over, to mock everything my gr

trust. Someone who wouldn't exploit that p

ething unreadable in their depths.

ctly at him.

me, truly sur

e can fulfill the terms of the will. We can protect Sterling Global. And... and I t

and a desperate need to regain control, but as I

ysteria, of rashness. He saw the pain, yes, but h

level, though he' d never spoken them, always respectful of

lowly. "Are you sure? This isn't just abou

with Pres," I said, and I meant it. "He showed me who he

ine, warm smile that reached his eyes. "Okay, Ro

I took it. His grip was firm, warm, a

he clerk's cou

ense," Ethan said, his

surprise in her eyes as she saw me with a different man.

f a brutal betrayal. It wasn't a fairy

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The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Destiny
The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Destiny
“The air in the New York City Hall clerk's office was thick with stale paper and cheap coffee. I, Aurora "Rory" Sterling, heiress to Sterling Global, stood beside my fiancé, Pres Hayes, seconds away from signing our marriage license. This document was key to my grandfather' s will, granting my spouse controlling influence on the company board. Then Pres' s phone vibrated, a frantic, insistent sound. He stepped away, his face pale, muttering, "It' s Tiff. Tiffany Larson. An emergency. I have to go." He didn't look back. He just left, abandoning me at the counter, a fool in my cream dress. Moments later, a text from him popped up: "Tiff needs me. Look, Rory, this Sterling Global thing... it' s still on. Tiff' s generous. She said she' s okay with you being a sister-wife, you know? Or maybe you could be a surrogate for our kids. Once I' m on the board, we can make it work. I' ll schedule time for you." Sister-wife. Surrogate. Schedule time. The audacity, the cruelty, was breathtaking; he wasn't just manipulative, he was a monster. The naive part of me shattered, replaced by something cold and hard. He thought I was weak, broken bait. He was wrong. My grandfather' s will said "spouse," not "Pres." My fingers, surprisingly steady, scrolled through my contacts. "Ethan," I said, my voice clear, "I need you. Marry me. Right now."”
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