The Beautiful Wife Of Mr Rowland

"But I Denovon Rowland need a wife.”

Emily’s heart skipped.

“I don’t want to go on another blind date,” he said, voice steady and sure. “So if you’re willing…”

He leaned in slightly, lowering his tone just enough to make her feel like the world had paused.

“Let’s get married.”

Emily gasped quietly, stunned.

“I promise you won’t be at a disadvantage,” he added, gently.

It hit her harder than any insult or betrayal she had faced. This… this wasn’t something she had expected. Not today. Not from him.

Her lips parted, but no sound came out. She was frozen.

Denovon noticed.

He gave her a small smile..confident, calm, and sure.

“Sleep over it,” he said. “I’ll be waiting for your reply.”

And just like that, he turned

Betrayed by her family, by her fiancé, and left with nothing.Emily Carter had lost it all.

Until Denovon Rowland, the cold billionaire CEO, offered her a deal: his name for her silence.Now, as his wife, she’s not just surviving—she’s taking back everything they stole. And this time, she’s untouchable

Emily Pov

Beep... beep... beep...

Emily Carter’s eyes slowly opened to the sound of a steady beep. She looked up at the plain white ceiling. She was in a hospital.

Her hand moved to her stomach. It felt flat — no more baby bump.She remembered just giving birth. Her heart started beating faster. But there was a smile on her face.

" where is my baby?" She said softly

"Good that you’re awake,” A voice said sharply. Before she could respond, a check was throw on her.

“Now take this and never appear in front of me again” the voice added. Emily gasped and looked up, startled. There, standing by her bedside, was Charles Grey—her fiancé.

But the Charles she saw wasn’t the man she knew. His eyes burned with hate and annoyance, like she had done something unforgivable.

She’d never seen him look at her this way before.

" What are you saying, Charles?" she asked, her voice quivering with confusion as she tried to sit up, ignoring the dull ache that shot through her body.

"We just welcomed our baby." She pressed a hand to her stomach again, hollow and flat. The baby she carried for nine long months. The baby they’d talked about over late-night dinners, whose name they’d chosen together under a sky full of stars.

"I haven’t even seen my baby," she said, her voice breaking with rising panic. "And what do you mean that I shouldn’t appear in front of you again?" Her brows knit, eyes desperately searching his face for any trace of warmth.

"You’re my fiancé, Charles. We’re getting married in three weeks." He scoffed. A bitter, joyless sound.

"Were," he corrected coldly. "We were getting married."

Emily blinked, stunned. The room began to spin slightly, not from the medication, but from the shock. She pulled the blanket up around her as if it could shield her from his words.

"Charles… please, what’s going on?"