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Damn it. Can I just put the ring on him without saying will you marry me? The former is because, I think I want to marry him but in reality, I don't want to. I dont want to. I am only marrying her for the sake of the company. Grandfather gave me his company and Daddy let me run his company. Not Draze's or Zeb's. And I don't even know him. I haven't seen his last picture yet so I have no idea about his face. What if he is ugly? It's a waste of my genes in my body when we had a child. It would be better if I married Annika. She knew everything about me. He knows my likes and dislikes. I think he's the one I've been in the longest relationship with. 2 weeks I guessed. And in those two weeks, a lot happened in our relationship but still, we didn't break up. Maybe it would be better if he is the one I marry. "Are you ready Yuan? They are here. You will finally see the one you will marry" Draze whispered to me and grinned. I struggled with it. Since, he wasn't the victim of this pest wedding arrangement, that's why this kid is all smiles. "Just shut up" I whined at Draze but he just laughed softly. Suddenly the door opened and it spat out my future husband. I adjusted my necktie because I was sweating cold because of the shivers I was feeling. Hell! Why am I nervous? I looked at him and was stunned. I thought this was a formal proposal? The guests are wearing tuxedos and gowns and then him? What the fuck! He was wearing rugged jeans and a loose shirt and a checkered polo tied around his waist. He is wearing a messy bun and has a guitar strapped to his back. It has a poker face as if it doesn't care about the world. I was stunned for a few seconds and cursed a few times. Fuck it! Is he the one I will marry? He came to us with his parents in formal attire. It's not like he just wanders around. "Dad! Nice seeing you again!" My dad greeted and approached the couple. "By the way, this is Brian, this is our daughter. Her name is Sarah Lei Ariaga" her mother introduced her. "Oh! Nice to meet you Sarah. A beautiful name for a beautiful lady like you. By the way, this is Yuan Brixen Cruise, my son" mommy introduced me. The woman looked at me and raised an eyebrow. I looked away and looked around. After this proposal is actually over, I'm going to the bar and looking for chix. "Will it be long?" He asked while there was still no emotion on his face. "Sarah! Just arrived-" His mother was interrupted when she came to me and held out her palm. "The Ring" I looked at her with a questioning look. "Huh?" She rolled her eyes and brought her open palm closer to me. "The ring, where is it?" "Sarah!" Sarah looked at her father and smiled. "What? I know he's going to propose to me. I'm just taking the ring so it won't be difficult for him to say will you marry me. Is that bad?" He answered and took the box that was placed in the pocket of my tuxedo. She opened it then put it on her ring finger. Our eyes met but it only made me suffer. "My answer is yes, any questions?" I was dumbfounded. She is Super weird. "n-none" "Violent reaction?" I shook my head. A smile appeared on her face causing me to stop. "Well it settles then. I will be your wife and you will be my husband" he said and turned away. He raised his hand and waved. "Ciao Husband! See you on our wedding day!" Okay, what was that?

PROLOGUE I suddenly stunned because I saw Hellios was sitting on a sofa in the middle of the room. He had thick eyebrows that were like sharp swords, deep emotionless gray eyes with a sharp gaze, thin lips, sharp and perfect jawline, and a tall but strong figure. The article other features I've read it's really looked like. Handsome not enough words to describe him. He looked ethereal, majestic like he was born to be king, making others kneel and submit themselves to him. But I'm an exception duh. I took a deep breath and calmly sat down in front of this Greek. I put down the pack of tissues, putting it on the table in front of him. "What are you doing woman?" Hellios raised his thick black eyebrows and asked. "Wipe my tears." I honestly said. Hellios was stunned and soon burst into laughter oh god, he's so handsome he laughed! "Do you think I will make you cry too?" "but none of them went out with a smile so I guess yes" I said in a matter-of-fact. "because they very dissapoint me how they're answering" "require to answer all your questions?" I asked. "Yes" he said lazily. "Okay spill it" "Do you know how many times that I divorced" his first question "Five" I immediately answer because his question is everyone knows. "And do you think a man who can't even manage his family. Would have the ability to manage a company well?" His fellow asked. I sighed. "Yes. The personal issue about his family can be set aside." I coolly said. Hellios stared at me and smirked. What's wrong with his smile? I questionably asked myself. "what's your name young lady?" He asked. "Fime Scar Clarkson" "You may leave" I was surprised when he said blinking my eyes third times. "Will you choose me?" I directly asked him. "Why would I choose you. Give me a reasonable reason" he asked and lips curled as if found sound interesting. "Because I'm your sixth wife and last" I confidently said. "Last wife?" He snorted. "So arrogant" he added but I just grinned at him. "why? Don't you believe me? You can give me a try unless your afraid that I have the ability to make you fall in love with me. Mr Larckstone" I teased him. He's face becomes serious but I don't mind as long as he chooses me I'm just to desperate to be his wife Isn't like that I have feelings for him I just really need him. "Alright. I give it a try because of your courage but remember It doesn't matter who I'll choose because I don't want to love any woman at all" he clearly said and stood up. Alright! 'Mission Accomplish' I can't help but smile! "I'll assure you that I'm gonna be Sixth wife and last wife" I confidently said to him with Sweetly smile.

The big door in front of me opened and from where I was standing I could see the man I love looking at me without emotion. I smiled even though my chest was tight. Little by little I heard a song as I slowly walked closer to the man waiting at the altar. Kiel looked at me seriously. There was no trace of satisfaction on his face. There was no sign of joy on his face, which made my heart ache. I extended my hand here but he just looked at it and went before the priest. My hand was left in the air. Bowed and slightly embarrassed. I followed in front of the priest. It started to mass. "You may now kiss the bride" I faced Kiel. It looked at me with disgust. I closed my eyes thinking he was going to kiss me on the lips but he kissed me on the cheek. "you got me being Mrs. Valerian, I'll make sure you don't get my love." He whispered. I closed my eyes when I felt physical pain in my heart. "Remember that Sam? You can't have my love cause I love someone else." he added as the crowd applauded. I shed a single tear. "it's nice to watch your tears. It's nice to watch you cry." He walked away from me after saying that and was the first to leave the church. I wiped my tears and smiled to face the people who were happy for us. My chest aches behind my smiles. I still got over the stabbing but I didn't show it. "Where is your husband going?" asked an old man innocently. I smiled here and didn't say a word. "Maybe I'm just excited," said one teasingly. I laughed even though my heart felt like it was being squeezed. It hurts! I am Samantha Alexandria Perez or should I say Samantha Alexandria Perez Valerian and I am his The Unwanted Wife.

DESCRIPTION Via Kaye is curious about her best friend's mysterious brother Dwayne Maverick La Torre. She got a chance to enter his room without a permission, to see if there's a photo of him and she's lucky because it's not locked. But she's unlucky because the man she wants to see was there, giving her a death glare. When he first looked at it, he was cold like ice! She is annoyed by his clumsiness, his scolding, and she is annoyed because he is like a child who always follows her but she doesn't care about that, she wants to know him. "Don't fall in love with me." That's the word he told her but then she falls in love with him. She can't unlove him no matter what danger comes, she can't unlove him even if she knows what his true character is.

"Sign the contract, or lose everything." I stared at the papers that would seal my fate-a three-year marriage to Julian Blackwood, the ruthless billionaire they call the Ice King. My family didn't ask. They demanded. My father's company was drowning, my stepsister's engagement had exploded, and I was the replacement bride they could sacrifice. Just another transaction. Julian made it clear on our wedding day: "Don't expect affection. Don't expect companionship. Certainly don't expect love." He refused to kiss me at the altar. He gave me a bedroom down the hall and told me to stay out of his way. I was Mrs. Blackwood in name only-a contract, a convenience, a means to an end. I accepted it. I had survived twelve years of abuse in my own home. I could survive three years of indifference in his. But then Nate, Julian's best friend, showed me kindness, and suddenly my cold husband became possessive. When my sister attacked me, he became protective. Now the man who promised me nothing is fighting his own father to keep me. The marriage that was supposed to be fake is becoming terrifyingly real and the secrets about my mother's death are threatening to destroy everything. They said Julian Blackwood destroys everything he touches. What they didn't tell me... is that sometimes destruction is exactly what you need to be reborn. With a pregnancy involved, how was I going to end this three-year marriage peacefully?

I was the President's Old Lady - and the only reason his MC was still breathing. For three years, I ran every legal business the Serpents of Redemption owned. While Craig chased road glory across state lines, I turned a failing auto shop and a tattoo parlor into the money that kept the brothers fed, the bikes fueled, and the clubhouse lights on. Then he rode home from a two-month run with a sweetbutt on the back of his Harley - and her son. Ginger, he said, had saved his life on the road. So he put her in the main residence, in the room directly across from our bed. He handed her my ledgers and called it repayment. When her son dumped a cup of scalding coffee over my hand, Craig never checked my burns. He scooped up the boy and blamed me. His grandmother - the club's Matriarch - stood before every patched brother and accused me of hurting "family." That night, Craig told me Ginger held a place in his heart I could never reach. A debt of blood he'd honor above me. Three years. My family's fortune. My scarred hand. All of it - worthless next to his roadside savior. So I did the one thing a President never expects his Old Lady to do. I gave back his patch. Now they can keep their empty ledgers. They can play happy family in a clubhouse I built. And when this motorcycle club burns - I'll be the one holding the match.

Five years ago, I stood in the freezing rain at my mother's funeral, waiting for my husband. Blake Knight, the billionaire NHL superstar, was two hours late. When he finally showed up, he brought his rumored girlfriend, the woman he had just rented a hotel rooftop for to celebrate her birthday. Watching him defend her fake tears, my heart completely died. I took off my diamond wedding ring, placed it on my mother's headstone, and walked away from my marriage forever. I fled to London, changed my name to Ava, and secretly raised the triplets he never knew existed. I thought I was finally safe from him. But today, my kids vandalized a silver Aston Martin in our apartment's parking garage, and the owner caught my youngest daughter. My phone rang. The voice on the other end was Blake's. He had moved into my building, and he was holding my little girl in his penthouse, demanding her mother come get her immediately. Panic suffocated me. If I walked through that door, my five years of hiding would be instantly destroyed. He would recognize me, realize I didn't get rid of our child like everyone thought, and he would use all his power to take my babies away. I couldn't let him ruin my life again. "I'm just her nanny," I lied through my teeth. I frantically begged my best friend to go upstairs and rescue my daughter in my place. He bought the disguise, but now, the King of the Ice is dangerously obsessed with investigating my new identity.

I was in the hospital, enduring the agonizing pain of labor, while my husband, a famous hockey captain, refused to show up. When I called him for the twelfth time, begging for him, he lost his patience. "Giving birth is a woman's job, don't bother me with this stuff." Then, I heard my stepsister's sweet voice offering him a drink, and he immediately softened before hanging up on me. I gave birth to twins all by myself. The nurses treated me with cold indifference, and the family in the next bed loudly mocked me as a pathetic "Puck Bunny" who was just an adopted orphan about to be dumped. They were right. A month ago, my husband had thrown divorce papers at me, demanding I make way because my stepsister was pregnant with his child. I thought my life was a joke. I was just a discarded prop he married to satisfy his grandfather, a fake daughter my adoptive parents only used to elevate my stepsister. I was completely alone, ready to sign the papers just to protect my two babies. But then, the head of the hospital rushed in, transferred me to the top-floor VIP suite, and handed me a DNA test. It turned out I wasn't an unwanted orphan, but the long-lost daughter of the ultra-wealthy Sinclair family who had been searching for me for twenty years. Looking at my billionaire parents and three powerful brothers who just flew in on their private jets to protect me, I picked up my phone to call my arrogant husband. This time, I was going to make him leave with nothing.

Chloe had just given birth to twins, lying exhausted in a cramped, bustling hospital ward. When she called her husband, Julian, he was busy partying with his actress mistress. He coldly hung up on her, having already drafted a brutal divorce agreement that would leave her with a pittance. Strangers in the next bed loudly mocked her pitiful state, gossiping about how Julian was dumping her. For years, Chloe had erased her own identity to fit into his elite world, only to be thrown away like garbage. She was completely alone, clutching her helpless babies, bracing herself to sign the cruel papers just to survive. She couldn't understand why her absolute devotion was met with such chilling indifference. Why did she have to suffer this ultimate humiliation while he celebrated with the woman who ruined her life? But then, a senior doctor noticed a unique mole on her wrist and ran a secret DNA test. The results were staggering: Chloe was the long-lost daughter of the billionaire Beaumont family. With her fiercely protective parents and three powerful brothers suddenly forming an impenetrable fortress around her, Chloe picked up her phone and texted her arrogant husband. "City Hall tomorrow at 10 AM. If you don't show up, my lawyer will handle everything. And trust me, you won't like their terms."

After six years away, I returned to my hometown with a single suitcase and a picture of my fiancé tangled up with my stepsister. I thought it was just a simple, disgusting betrayal, but when I planted a bug in their private suite to get a confession, I heard a truth that froze my blood. My fiancé, Leo, laughed about how my own father had already signed over my mother's legacy-The Nightingale Ranch-as collateral to his powerful family. "Once this is all done, Claire will have nothing. And the woman you marry will be me," my stepsister Jenna cheered. Leo cooed back, calling me a stray dog he'd kick to the curb once he was bored, a worthless woman who couldn't even hold onto her family's land. My family had sold me out, and the man I loved was planning to leave me with absolutely nothing. I didn't cry. The pain burned away into a cold, hard hate. How could my own father conspire with them to destroy the only thing I had left of my mother? I crashed their prestigious charity auction and played their filthy recording over the speakers for the entire town to hear. But when Leo charged at me in a murderous rage, a wall of leather and muscle stepped in front of me. Kade "Chaos" Peterson, the terrifying President of the rival motorcycle club, crushed Leo's wrist and announced to the stunned room, "She's with me now."

For three years, Hilary played the perfect, devoted wife to billionaire Julian Carlisle to save her family from financial ruin. But her husband didn't love her; he was busy throwing a birthday party for the five-year-old son he secretly had with his college sweetheart. To keep up appearances, Julian bought Hilary a million-dollar Cartier bracelet, but she soon discovered the exact same jewelry on his mistress's wrist. During a heated confrontation about his lies, Julian accused her of being a hysterical madwoman and violently shoved her away. But he didn't care that her head smashed against the sharp edge of a nightstand, causing a life-threatening cranial hemorrhage. So she was left bleeding and unconscious on the cold floor, while he simply sneered at her. "Stop pretending. I don't have time for these pathetic games." He walked out the door, leaving her alone to die. After a brush with death, her years of unrequited love and hope were completely gone, and she finally gave up. Waking up in the ICU, she calmly looked at Julian's terrified, regretful face and made her final decision. "Mr. Hayes, please deliver the signed divorce papers to my husband immediately."

For three years, Caddie gave up her aerospace engineering career to be Julien's secret girlfriend, quietly writing the core algorithms for his tech company. On their anniversary, she stood outside his apartment with a rare gift, only to hear his friends laughing inside about his "charity project." Julien's voice was ice-cold as he called her a stray puppy. He said she was only useful for debugging his code, and once her final algorithm was finished, she would have no value left. He was already planning to announce his engagement to the wealthy Kiersten Parrish. He bragged that he would just write Caddie a check and kick her out, mocking that without him, she couldn't even afford next month's rent. Caddie leaned against the cold wall, her world shattering. She had turned down top research fellowships and poured her soul into his work, only to be treated as a disposable tool. He actually believed she was just a helpless nobody who relied on his charity. She didn't scream or cry. She simply threw the expensive gift into the trash chute. Logging into his company's secure server, she permanently deleted every single line of code she had ever built for him. Then, she packed her single suitcase, walked out the door, and dialed a number she hadn't called in years. "I'm ready. I want to come home." It was time to reclaim her place as the true billionaire Kensington heiress.

I was sweating on a stained cot in a rundown clinic, enduring agonizing labor to deliver my twins. My boyfriend, Viper, the President of the Raven MC, was right next door. But he wasn't there to support me. He was buying the whole clubhouse a round of drinks to celebrate his new girlfriend's birthday. Instead of coming to see his newborn children, he sent a thug with a loaded Glock and a legal contract. The prospect shoved the cold steel against my forehead, demanding I sign my parental rights over to the club and walk away with nothing. If I refused, he promised to dump our bodies in the swamp. In the hallway, the club girls laughed, calling me a worthless charity case. "Sign the paper, or I leave three corpses in this bed." I clutched my fragile babies to my chest, my heart turning to dead ash. I had given that man my youth and loyalty, only to be discarded like trash. I didn't understand how someone could be so ruthlessly cruel to his own flesh and blood. Before the hammer could drop, a mysterious man in a tailored suit calmly walked in and shattered the prospect's wrist. He took one look at the faded scar on my shoulder, ran a rapid blood test, and revealed a truth that shook my world. I wasn't an unpatched stray, but the long-lost daughter of the most feared motorcycle club president in the country. Now, with a two-hundred-bike army at my back, it was my turn to hunt.

For five years, I was the secret financial mastermind behind the Vipers MC, keeping my boyfriend Douglas and his greedy family afloat. But today, he suddenly dumped me and demoted me to a "Sweetbutt"—the lowest level of club property, available to any patched member. "You'll still be useful around the clubhouse," he said coldly, leaving me to the mercy of his mother Brenda, who immediately ordered me to scrub the toilets. The other girls mocked my fall from grace, expecting me to break down and beg for my old life back. But they didn't know I had just uncovered Douglas's ultimate betrayal: he had used the wealth I built to secretly fund a whole new life and a hidden son with another woman in Arizona. He actually thought I would quietly accept being stripped of my dignity and passed around the clubhouse, while he built his perfect legacy on my dime. Worse, his family tried to use my sudden vulnerability to feed me to Ardell Cameron, the ruthless president of a rival MC who had a decade-old blood vendetta against me. They thought they were throwing a helpless, discarded woman to the wolves to save their own skins. They had no idea they just handed a queen the perfect reason to burn their entire kingdom to the ground. I didn't shed a single tear. Instead, I smiled, opened my hidden ledgers, and began to call in every single debt they owed.