The Unwanted Wife

Elena Marshall's life is a cruel paradox: born into a family that treats her as a servant, she finds solace only in the memory of her absent mother and the bakery shop that was once hers. But when a chance encounter with the arrogant billionaire Sebastian Knight escalates into a public humiliation, fate takes a dark turn. Forced into a marriage with the man who despises her, Elena must navigate a world of opulence and cruelty, where her dignity is stripped away. Will she find strength amidst the torment, or will the 'unwanted wife' succumb to a life of pain and worthlessness?

The Unwanted Wife

Elena Marshall's life is a cruel paradox: born into a family that treats her as a servant, she finds solace only in the memory of her absent mother and the bakery shop that was once hers. But when a chance encounter with the arrogant billionaire Sebastian Knight escalates into a public humiliation, fate takes a dark turn. Forced into a marriage with the man who despises her, Elena must navigate a world of opulence and cruelty, where her dignity is stripped away. Will she find strength amidst the torment, or will the 'unwanted wife' succumb to a life of pain and worthlessness?

The chill of the king-size bed seeped into Elena's bones as she sat, veiled, awaiting her husband. Every rustle outside the door sent a jolt of anxiety through her. The door creaked open, revealing Sebastian Knight, a silhouette of disdain against the dim light. Her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs, a drumbeat of terror.

He advanced, a predator closing in. Elena's breath hitched, her hands trembling uncontrollably. When he reached the bed, she lowered her gaze, feigning shyness, a desperate shield against the storm she knew was coming. But it was useless.

In a blur of motion, he fisted her hair, yanking her from the bed with a violent force that tore a cry from her throat. Tears sprang to her eyes, hot trails down her cold cheeks. Her mind screamed, 'Why is he hurting me?' But no answer came, only the brutal reality of his next blow. He released her hair, only to slap her across the face with such power that she fell, sprawling on the cold, hard floor. The world spun. He seized her hair again, ripping the veil from her head, strands of her own hair tearing with it, another gasp of pain escaping her lips. He forced her to look at him, his eyes burning with pure disgust and hatred.

"You freaking whore, gold digger bitch. How dare you sit on my bed?" His voice was a venomous hiss, cutting deeper than any physical blow.