His Unwanted Wife, Her Vengeful Heart

To save my father and our family's gallery, I was forced to marry the ruthless Caleb Wiley. He treated me like a commodity, his heart belonging only to another woman, Eva.

When my father needed a life-saving surgery, Caleb made me a cruel offer. To get the money, I had to drink a fatal allergen during a high-stakes poker game.

I drank it and nearly died. I woke up in the hospital to learn the money was never sent. My father was dead.

Caleb had abandoned me to chase after Eva, later trading me to a lecherous judge like a piece of property. My life, my father's life-it was all worth less than his obsession.

But then I found the proof. His mother had orchestrated everything-my family's ruin, my father's murder. My grief turned to ice.

From the shadows, I began to broadcast every one of the Wiley family's crimes to the world.

Chapter 1

Isabelle Hensley POV:

The day they handed me the marriage contract, my father' s gallery, the one steeped in generations of Hensley legacy, hung by a thread, just like my own heart. I saw the sleek, black ink bleeding into the pristine paper, a dark promise of a future I hadn't chosen. It was a cold, hard trade: my freedom for his life's work.

Caleb Wiley wasn't just a man; he was a monument of ice and cutting edges, the heir to an empire built on the crushed dreams of others. He looked at me that day not with disdain, but with utter indifference, as if I were a particularly annoying fly he wished would just vanish. His true gaze, I knew, was always reserved for Eva Dillon, the ethereal socialite whose image graced every society page. She was his sun, and I was merely a shadow forced to stand in its place.

His mother, Clarence Wiley, sat across from us, a predator in designer pearls, her smile as sharp as a newly honed blade. She orchestrated this entire charade, this forced union, with the chilling precision of a master puppeteer. She wanted our family's gallery, and she wanted Caleb to solidify the Wiley name further. I was just a pawn.

Then the impossible happened, a twisted irony only fate could conjure. Eva, his supposed soulmate, ran off with another man. She eloped, married someone else, vanishing from his life as suddenly as a whisper in the wind. I saw the news headline, a cruel twist of irony that made my stomach churn.

Caleb, blind with rage and grief, chased after her. His car crashed on a rain-slicked highway, a wreck as shattered as his heart. He survived, but a part of him died that day, and he blamed me for it. He needed a scapegoat, someone to channel his fury onto, and I, his unwilling bride, was perfectly positioned.

My life became a transaction. My worth was meticulously calculated, every moment assigned a price. It wasn' t just about the money anymore; it was