Anu_Roopa

Ember Rose never asked for the spotlight. At nineteen, she only wanted to escape her quiet life with her aging foster parents and make them proud. But one night shatters everything.Drugged. Filmed. Exposed.She wakes up in a stranger’s bed, the taste of fear still fresh on her tongue. And by morning, her worst nightmare becomes reality—the man beside her is Ethan Hart, the nation's most powerful young tycoon. Cold, calculating, and dangerously famous.Worse? The sex tape goes viral. And the source of the leak? Her own phone.In the blink of an eye, Ethan’s engagement to his picture-perfect fiancée is destroyed. His company’s image, threatened. His name, dragged through scandal. And Ember, an innocent girl caught in someone else's game, becomes the perfect scapegoat.The solution? A forced marriage to silence the storm.To the world, it’s redemption. To Ember, it’s a prison.And to Ethan… it’s revenge.But behind closed doors, nothing is what it seems. Hatred hides hunger. Vengeance masks desire. And the truth?The truth is far more dangerous than either of them imagined.

The   Scandalous   and  Unwanted Wife

When I reached Ethan's room, he was standing by the window, staring out into the distance. His posture was rigid, like he was trying to shut out the world, but as soon as he heard the door open, he flinched slightly, turning toward me with that familiar coldness in his eyes.

"I know you hate the smell of poor people," I said, my voice sharp with bitterness. "I know I'm unbearable to you." The words were hard to say, but I needed to speak them. I needed to break the silence somehow, even if it was with anger.

He didn't respond, his gaze hardening even more as he stood there, his back to me now.

"I hate this rich people selfishness," I continued, more to myself than to him, but loud enough for him to hear. "The constant struggle for power, for position. You think I want to be here? Want to live in this world? You're wrong." My voice wavered, the frustration creeping through me like an unstoppable wave.

I paused for a moment, my eyes scanning the room, still in disbelief that this was happening. "I'm unbearable to you, I get it. But I've already cleaned the room, the end of the hall. I'll sneak in there tonight if that's what it takes." I let out a breath, gathering every ounce of pride I had left. "Otherwise, I'll sleep on the couch."

I looked at him, waiting for any kind of response, but he remained silent. His jaw clenched slightly, and his expression didn't soften at all.

The quiet between us stretched on for a painfully long time, but Ethan said nothing. His indifference was suffocating, his silence like a brick wall I couldn't break through.

I swallowed my pride and walked past him, my steps heavier than ever, as I made my way toward the couch.There was no point in trying to argue, not now. The power was never in my hands, not in this marriage, not in this life.

I lay down on the couch, my back to him, facing the wall and slept.

A knock at the door made my heart race, but when I opened my eyes, I saw Ethan sitting on the bed, and I froze in shock. Without thinking, my body reacted before my mind could catch up. I ran to him and jumped into his arms, clinging to him like he was my only lifeline.

Ethan caught me effortlessly, his arms wrapping around me instinctively. The door creaked open, and I shut my eyes tightly, as if closing them would somehow make everything disappear.

"What did Dad say?" Ethan's voice was cool, but the tension in the air was suffocating.

From the doorway, Richard's voice cut through the silence with an almost approving tone. "Good boy… That's what I want," he said, his eyes sweeping over us as though he had orchestrated this entire moment.

My breath caught, the weight of Richard's gaze making me feel even more trapped in this twisted game they were playing. I wanted to pull away, to say something, but the words seemed stuck in my throat.

As Richard left, the door softly clicked shut behind him, and I finally let out a heavy sigh of relief. I slowly sat up from Ethan's hold, my body still tense, as I whispered under my breath, "Narrow escape," shaking my head as if to rid myself of the suffocating tension that had built up.

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