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The Unwanted Wife THE CLUB
Izzy paced her bedroom, chewing on her lower lip as she debated whether to go out with Ron tonight. The idea of going to a club after everything she had been through seemed absurd, but at the same time, she was tired of feeling afraid. She had been hiding from the world since she got out of the hospital, and maybe Ron was right. Maybe she needed to get out and live a little, to remind herself of who she was before everything happened.Her phone buzzed with another message from Ron.**"Come on, Izzy. It’ll be fun. You need this. Trust me."**She sighed and glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes still had a hint of wariness, but her face looked better. The bruises were fading, leaving only faint traces of what had happened. She was starting to feel stronger, at least physically. Maybe tonight could be a step toward healing emotionally too.**"Okay,"**she finally replied.**"I’ll go."**Ron sent back a series of excited emojis, making her smile despite herself. She pulled on
The Unwanted Wife Back to college
Izzy stood outside the gates of her college, clutching the straps of her backpack tightly. Her heart pounded in her chest as she looked up at the familiar brick buildings, their imposing stature somehow more intimidating now than they had ever been before. She had taken a leave of absence after the incident with Ace, needing time to heal both physically and emotionally. But now, after weeks of recovery and therapy, it was time to return to her studies and try to piece her life back together.The decision to come back to college hadn’t been easy. She had agonized over it for days, worried about how people would react, what they would say. Izzy wasn’t sure if she was ready to face the rumors, the whispers, and the judgmental stares. But she knew she couldn’t hide forever. She needed to finish her degree, to move forward and reclaim some semblance of normalcy in her life.Taking a deep breath, she walked through the gates and into the campus grounds. The morning sun was warm on her face,
The Unwanted Wife Ace?
Izzy had been back at college for a month now. Despite the whispers and the sideways glances, she had thrown herself into her studies, determined to reclaim the life she once had. Her grades were strong, and she found solace in the familiarity of lectures and late-night study sessions at the library. But even as she tried to focus on her future, shadows from her past seemed determined to follow her.It was a Friday afternoon when things began to change. Izzy had just finished a grueling lecture on corporate law and was heading to her next class when her phone buzzed with a new message. She pulled it out, expecting it to be from her mother or Lena, but her heart skipped a beat when she saw it was from an unknown number."You think you can just run away, but I know where you are. I always know. -A"Izzy’s breath hitched in her throat. She stared at the message, her mind racing. Ace. The text had to be from him. A sick feeling churned in her stomach as she read the words again. She had h
The Unwanted Wife unseen shadows
Izzy sat in the café, her heart still racing from the unsettling messages. She tried to steady her breath, reminding herself that she had come too far to be dragged back into the chaos that was her life with Ace. But as much as she wanted to ignore the fear, it clung to her like a shadow, a constant reminder that her past was never truly gone.She hadn’t told anyone about the messages, not even Lena or Ron. What could they do? It would only make them worry, and she didn’t want to drag them into this mess. But as she stared at her phone, she knew she couldn’t keep it all inside. She needed help—someone who could actually do something about this.Her mind drifted to the mysterious person who had reached out to her before, sending cryptic but protective messages that had somehow made her feel safer, even if she didn’t understand why. She had saved the number under “D” in her phone, the initial being the only clue she had to his identity. He had warned her about Ace, guided her away from
The Unwanted Wife The search
The following week was a blur for Izzy. She buried herself in her studies, pushing through lectures and assignments with a determination fueled by both fear and a stubborn refusal to let Ace, or whoever was pretending to be him, ruin her life again. She hadn’t heard back from D since his last message, but knowing that someone out there was looking out for her, even from the shadows, gave her a sliver of hope.As the days passed, the tension in her shoulders eased a bit, though the anxiety never completely left her. She found herself glancing over her shoulder more often than she cared to admit, half-expecting to see Ace lurking in the corners of her vision. But he was never there, and the campus remained a safe haven, at least on the surface.Lena had noticed Izzy’s distant behavior but didn’t press her for details. Instead, she provided the comfort of normalcy, dragging Izzy to study sessions and inviting her to lunch with friends. They didn’t talk about Ace or the strange messages,
The Unwanted Wife The truth
Izzy had been back at college for a few months, juggling her coursework with the persistent dread of Ace’s threats. One evening, feeling unusually anxious and on edge, she decided to clear her head. She took a walk to a nearby café she hadn’t visited before, hoping the change of scenery might help. As she wandered, she passed a warehouse that had recently been transformed into an upscale lounge. The sign out front read “Blakk’s.” Despite her unease, she was drawn to the place out of curiosity.As she neared the entrance, she noticed an unexpected commotion. The loud noises, a mixture of shouting and grunts, pierced through the thin walls of the warehouse. The sound was alarming, but her curiosity got the better of her. She edged closer, careful to avoid making noise.Peeking through a slightly ajar door, Izzy’s heart sank as she saw a horrifying scene. A man was being beaten severely by a group of men, the violence methodical and brutal. The attacker’s faces were partially obscured, b
The Unwanted Wife Intensity
Izzy had become hyper-aware of her surroundings since that night with Logan and his men. Everywhere she went, she found herself glancing over her shoulder, her heart quickening at the slightest sound. It was as if her entire world had shifted, the shadows that once held no meaning now seemed to hide potential dangers. The fear had seeped into her daily life, and no matter how much she tried to shake it off, it lingered like a dark cloud. Her friends had noticed the change. Lena, especially, had questioned her about it. "You seem...jumpy," she had said one day, her eyes narrowing with concern. "What's going on, Izzy? You've been acting strange ever since you came back to school." Izzy had brushed it off, offering a weak smile. "I'm fine, Lena. Just stressed with school and everything, you know?" But the excuse didn’t satisfy her friends or her parents, who had also picked up on her unease. "Isabella," her mother had said in that soft, probing tone she used when she knew something wa
The Unwanted Wife Betrayal
Izzy's phone buzzed with a new message, and she hesitated for a moment before picking it up. It was from D, the mysterious figure who had been helping her find her sister. But this message was different. It wasn’t the usual cryptic warning or vague instruction—it was a direct request. "I have something for you. We need to meet. I’ll send the address. – D." Izzy’s brows furrowed in confusion. D had never asked to meet before. Their communication had always been through messages, sporadic and shrouded in mystery. But despite the uneasy feeling gnawing at her, she knew she had to go. This was about her sister. Whatever D had could be crucial. Soon after, another message appeared with an address. As she punched it into her phone’s GPS, Izzy realized it led to one of the city’s most upscale neighborhoods, a place she’d only heard about in passing. Her anxiety spiked, but she steeled herself. She needed answers. The drive through the fancy neighborhood felt surreal. The streets were lin
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The Unwanted Wife Mafioso's Wrath
**Logan's POV**The moment I stepped out of her apartment, the evening air did little to cool the fire in my veins. I needed to shake off the effect she had on me. **Isabella.** She was a distraction—a dangerous one. I hated the way she had gotten under my skin, but there was no denying it. This little game was getting more intense with each passing second. As I drove back to my place, I replayed the events of the evening. Her defiance, the way she looked at me when she thought I couldn’t see her. That damn spark in her eyes that made me want to both crush her and protect her all at once. But I didn’t have time for this now.Danny was waiting when I arrived. My second-in-command was leaning against the wall near the door, a cigarette hanging from his lips. “You’re late, boss,” he muttered, flicking the cigarette away and crushing it under his boot. His eyes darted toward me, reading my mood. "You good?"“Where is he?” I barked, ignoring his question. Danny nodded, understanding the s
The Unwanted Wife Keys to Control
The evening was quiet as Isabella hummed softly, chopping vegetables in her kitchen, the warm smell of lasagna filling the small space. She had been looking forward to a peaceful night alone, just her and her homemade dinner. That’s when a sharp knock echoed through the house, interrupting the quiet.Isabella paused, the knife still in her hand. She glanced at the clock. 5:30 pm. Who would be visiting at this time? Wiping her hands on a dish towel, she moved to the front door. When she opened it, there was no one there—just a large package sitting on her doorstep, wrapped in elegant blue paper and tied with a bow. Her eyes darted up and down the street. Nothing. Not a single person in sight. A slight frown formed on her face as she bent down, hesitating for a moment before picking up the box and bringing it inside. She set it on the kitchen counter, curiosity bubbling inside her.“What the hell is this?” she muttered to herself as she pulled the bow loose and carefully unwrapped the
The Unwanted Wife Logan’s POV
Logan’s pulse hammered in his ears as he pinned her against the door, his large hands gripping Isabella’s arms tightly enough to hold her in place but not enough to hurt her. His lips crashed onto hers without thinking, the need to possess her overriding every rational thought. It wasn’t supposed to be like this—he wasn’t supposed to lose control. Not with her. But the moment her lips met his, every ounce of cold, calculated restraint shattered. She tasted like trouble and he hated it. Hated the way his body responded to her, hated the fire that ignited between them the second he touched her. He wasn’t the type of man to be moved by women, especially not someone like Isabella. "Get her out of your system," Logan’s mind growled. "This is just sexual frustration. It’s nothing more." But as his hand slipped up her thigh, gripping the soft skin under her dress, he felt her body tremble, not with desire but with fear. Panic. The second his fingers brushed the thin fabric of her underwea
The Unwanted Wife Midnight Realisations
The stillness of the night enveloped Izzy as she abruptly woke up, her mind hazy and disoriented. The quiet of the house almost seemed oppressive, the ticking of the clock on her nightstand magnifying the deafening silence that wrapped around her. She blinked several times, trying to shake off the grogginess, and slowly the events of earlier that evening came rushing back. Logan’s touch. His lips on hers. The possessive way he held her against the door. The intensity of the kiss that had left her breathless and vulnerable. She sat up in bed, heart racing as she thought about it. Embarrassment flushed her cheeks as she recalled the way she had let herself melt into the moment, how easily she had given in to the heat between them. But then… then she had panicked. The second his hand had started to trail up her dress, her body froze, not in desire but in fear. That old, familiar fear that Ace had burned into her. "Ace," she whispered under her breath, feeling a cold shudder ripple thr
The Unwanted Wife Between danger and trust
Izzy stood at the bus stop, her eyes scanning the street, lost in thought about her conversation with Ron earlier. She had managed to avoid most of his questions about Logan, but she knew it wasn’t the end. Ron would pry more—it was in his nature. But the truth? She couldn't tell him that. Not about Logan being "D." Not about the threats. Not about what she'd seen Logan do.A sleek black car pulled up in front of her, snapping her back to the present. The tinted window rolled down, and Logan’s sharp, dark eyes locked onto hers from the driver’s seat.“Get in,” he said flatly, his voice leaving no room for argument.Her pulse quickened, and she took a step back, shaking her head. "I’m walking."Logan’s gaze hardened, his fingers tapping the steering wheel with a dangerous kind of patience. “Isabella,” he said slowly,the way he said her name sent shivers down her spine"I’m not asking. If you don’t get in the car, I’ll make you. And I don’t think you want that."Her heart skipped a beat,
The Unwanted Wife Secrets and half-truths
Izzy sat cross-legged on her bed, idly flipping through a magazine while Ron lounged across from her, leaning against a pile of pillows. They had been hanging out for the better part of the afternoon, their usual banter filling the room with lighthearted chatter. But Ron was never one to miss an opportunity to dig into something that intrigued him.He glanced at her, then narrowed his eyes playfully. “Okay, spill it. How exactly do you know Logan? And don’t give me that ‘he just showed up’ nonsense.”Izzy felt her stomach flip, her fingers suddenly tightening on the edges of the magazine. She had been expecting this conversation—Ron was way too curious to just let it slide—but that didn’t make it any easier to navigate. How could she explain any of it without revealing too much?She put the magazine down, trying to maintain a neutral expression. “We just kind of... crossed paths.”Ron sat up straighter, his eyes gleaming with interest. “Crossed paths? Izzy, that guy came running to yo
The Unwanted Wife Back to campus
Izzy entered the college campus with a mix of relief and anxiety. The bright morning sun illuminated the quad where students milled about, their voices a comforting background hum. She spotted her friend—Ron standing with Megan, and Josh—gathered under a large oak tree near the fountain. Ron, always the center of attention with his animated stories, had a crowd of students laughing along with him.As Izzy approached, Ron’s eyes lit up with recognition. “Hey, look who’s finally graced us with her presence! Did you get lost on a secret adventure or something?”Megan and Josh turned their attention to her, their smiles fading into expressions of concern. “Hey, Izzy,” Megan said, her voice gentle. “We were starting to worry. You disappeared pretty quickly the other night.”Izzy forced a smile, trying to push away the shadows of recent events. “Yeah, it’s been a bit of a whirlwind. I had to... deal with some stuff.”Josh leaned forward, his curiosity evident. “Deal with what? You’ve got us
The Unwanted Wife Confrontations and Resolutions
Izzy descended the stairs, her head still throbbing from the events of last night. As she reached the lower level, she found Logan in the foyer, engaged in conversation with a group of well-dressed men. Their gazes fell on her immediately, and she felt a rush of discomfort under their scrutiny. One of the men, a tall figure with slicked-back hair and a designer suit, eyed her with a smirk. “Well, look who’s up,” he said, his tone condescending. “Feeling better, I hope?”Another man, stockier with a grizzled face, looked her up and down with a smirk. “She doesn’t look too great. Seems like she had quite a night.”A third man, with a neatly trimmed beard and a cocky attitude, leaned in and whispered to his companions, “Did you see the way she was dressed last night? Talk about making an impression.”Izzy felt her face flush with embarrassment. She wanted to retreat, but Logan’s presence was a stern reminder that there was nowhere to hide.Logan’s expression darkened as he noticed their
The Unwanted Wife The Morning after
Izzy woke with a start, her eyes fluttering open to an unfamiliar room bathed in soft morning light. She blinked a few times, trying to make sense of where she was. The bed beneath her was large, luxurious, and far too comfortable to be her own. As she attempted to sit up, a sharp pain shot through her temples, forcing her to groan and lay her head back down on the pillow.Her mind was foggy, the events of the previous night a blur. She closed her eyes, trying to piece together what had happened. There had been a party… her friends… dancing… then the guy—her body tensed at the memory of him, his hands on her, pulling her into that room. Tears welled up in her eyes as the details came flooding back, a sickening knot forming in her stomach as she remembered what he had tried to do. And then, Logan. He had come for her. Saved her.Logan.The thought of him made her heart pound in a way she didn’t want to acknowledge. She remembered how safe she had felt in his arms, the way her fear had
