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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.

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."

My stepmother’s bodyguards were seconds away from dragging me back to a life that was essentially a prison cell wrapped in silk. I couldn't even scream for help because the words always died in my throat—a clinical condition called selective mutism that felt like drowning on dry land. I had just discovered the sickening truth: my father was planning to sell me to a sleazy investor named Sterling to cover his company’s bankruptcy. They were going to drug me, ship me off to a private island, and strip away the only thing I had left—my late mother’s multimillion-dollar art trust. When I arrived at the manor, my stepmother Lydia handed me a glass of wine laced with bitter sedatives, her smile sharp as a razor. "Drink up, darling. It’ll make the transition to Mr. Sterling much easier." My stepsister Harper stood in the corner, wearing a dress bought with my mother’s stolen money, mocking my inability to speak. My father didn't even look me in the eye as he calculated my price tag, treating his own daughter like a piece of damaged, mute inventory. They thought because I didn't speak, I didn't hear them laughing about the "accident" that killed my mother or how they planned to burn her final restoration work. They assumed my silence was a sign of surrender, a white flag waved by a broken girl who would never fight back. How could the people who were supposed to be my family treat me like a commodity to be traded? Did they really think my silence meant I was weak, or that I didn't know every dirty secret they were hiding in their ledgers? I didn't drink the wine. Instead, I burst into the VIP suite of Carlisle Pierce, the most cold-blooded billionaire in New York, and slammed a crumpled napkin on his table with a desperate, last-second gambit. "MARRY ME. NOW. $1 MILLION."

As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.

On our third anniversary, my husband canceled our dinner, claiming a sudden work emergency. I tracked his phone to an exclusive French restaurant, only to find him tenderly fastening a blessed bracelet—one I had flown across the world to get for him—onto his college ex-girlfriend's wrist. The sheer shock triggered a violent placental abruption. Bleeding out in my car just across the street, I frantically called his number. Through the window, I watched him glance at his screen, frown in annoyance, and press decline to focus on his lover. While I was wheeled into a freezing operating room for an emergency C-section utterly alone, he took his mistress back to our marital bed. He didn't even bother to check if I was alive, completely oblivious that our premature daughter was fighting for her life in the NICU. I soon discovered our entire marriage was a sham. He had used my family's wealth to save his company, and now he was trading me to secure a massive business deal with his ex's father. The man I loved didn't exist; he only saw me as a disposable asset. "I'm going to make him wish he had never been born." After secretly securing my baby in a private retreat, I ordered a medical-grade silicone pregnancy belly to hide my flat stomach. I stepped back into our penthouse, ready to burn his precious empire to the ground.

I was an intern nurse working exhausting shifts, yet my mother constantly forced me into blind dates with wealthy, arrogant men to secure our family's social standing. During a terrifying hospital lockdown, an assassin disguised as a doctor held a scalpel to my throat. I was almost killed, but a high-ranking military colonel threw his own body down a flight of concrete stairs to shield me. I survived with cuts and bruises, but when I went home, my mother didn't care about my near-death experience. She was only furious that I had rushed out on my blind date with Preston, a rich financial analyst. She forced me to meet him to apologize. When Preston grabbed my arm, bruised me, and mocked my attack as a pathetic lie, my mother still took his side. "Men get angry," she told me coldly. "It's your job not to provoke them. You will beg for his forgiveness, or you are no longer welcome in this house." I had narrowly escaped an assassin, yet my own family was willing to feed me to a monster just for a fat paycheck and neighborhood gossip. My heart went completely dead. So, when the intimidating Colonel appeared, offering me maximum military protection through a sudden marriage, I didn't hesitate. I walked back into my parents' house and calmly slapped a crisp marriage certificate onto the coffee table. "I won't be apologizing to Preston. I got married today."

Kathryne went to the St. Regis Hotel to surprise her fiancé, Leo, for his twenty-fifth birthday. She had a Patek Philippe watch in her hand, thinking she was the luckiest woman in the world. But when she pushed open the unlocked door to his suite, she saw him sweating on top of a blonde woman. "You promised you'd break up with that boring Kathryne after your birthday," the woman whined. Kathryne didn't cry. She snapped a photo of their tangled bodies, threatened to leak it to the press, and called off the engagement right there. She thought that was the end of her nightmare. But as she nearly collapsed in the hotel lobby, Leo's uncle, the terrifying and powerful Everett Carlisle, stepped out of the shadows. He chased Leo away, drove her home, and played the perfect, caring elder. He even convinced her strict father that she needed a fresh start, forcing her to sign an ironclad contract to be his personal assistant. Kathryne felt completely trapped. She had just escaped one suffocating relationship only to be handed over to a man who somehow knew everything about her-from her hidden claustrophobia to her secret stash of junk food. She thought she was just taking a demanding job to heal her broken heart. She had no idea that Everett had orchestrated the entire hotel betrayal just to break her engagement. She was running away from a cheating boy, completely unaware that she was walking straight into the meticulously designed cage of a patient predator.

I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector. That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world. The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor. The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist. Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch-a titan of industry and my best friend's father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared. "Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb. Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen. "Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back." I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe.

She came back to expose her cheating fiancé. She didn't expect to catch the eye of the most dangerous man in the city. On the night she publicly called off her engagement, a mysterious billionaire put a jade prayer bracelet on her wrist and said, "Marry me. You won't lose." Now her ex-fiancé is begging for a second chance, her scheming sister is out for blood, and everyone says she's ruined her life. But her new husband? He just smiles and says, "Let them talk. I'll handle it." Wait — did she just accidentally marry the most powerful man in the country?

She married him out of desperation, becoming the perfect docile wife while he treated her like dirt beneath his shoes. But everything shattered the night she overheard him mocking her with his friends-and discovered the necklace she'd cherished, her only link to the boy who once saved her life, didn't even belong to him. It was all a lie. No longer the doormat he married, she discards her fake identity and reclaims her birthright as the hidden heiress of Salvadore City. Now she's on a mission: find the necklace's true owner among his circle of friends, no matter how many hearts she has to break along the way. But her husband isn't ready to let go. Convinced she's playing games to make him jealous, he's blindsided when divorce papers land in his hands. By the time he realizes the woman he dismissed was never who he thought she was, she's already moved on-living her truth, chasing her destiny, and leaving him choking on regret. Some cages, once opened, can never be closed again.

Veronica Demoore was the girl everyone despised. Mocked for her weight, humiliated for her grades, and crushed beneath a brutal home life, she lived every day as the target of ridicule-until the day she couldn't bear it anymore. The world thought Veronica died that night. But when she opens her eyes again. someone else is looking through them. Savanna. A woman once raised in the shadows of a powerful organization. A genius trained to survive, manipulate, and dominate. In her previous life, she had wealth, intelligence, and strength. In this one, she has none of those things-only Veronica's broken body and shattered reputation. But weakness is temporary. Bullies who once laughed at Veronica soon discover the girl they tormented is no longer the same. Her mind is sharper. Her gaze is colder. And the quiet girl they used to push around now carries a dangerous confidence. As Savanna begins transforming Veronica's life piece by piece-losing weight, exposing enemies, and rising to the top of the school-the truth behind her rebirth slowly unfolds. Because Savanna didn't die by accident. And the people who killed her are still out there. This time, she won't be their victim. This time- she's coming for everything.