What Happens To The Hairdresser In Marie Antoinette'S Head?

She was a queen. Then she was a corpse. Then she clawed her way out of the ground with someone else's hands and every name of every person who killed her burning at the back of her mind like a lit fuse. Her husband took her head in a public square and called it justice. She calls it his funeral. She comes back with nothing — no wolf, no allies, no proof she is anything other than what she looks like. What she has is worse than a weapon. And something else lives inside her now. Something that was already there when she woke in the dark. Something that has been waiting far longer than she has. The most dangerous man on the continent has been destroying himself quietly for three years over a woman the world thinks is dead. He feels everything. She feels none of it. She did not climb out of that grave to fall for someone. But he is already in her blood in a way she cannot cut out — and loving him is going to cost her more than revenge ever will. Somewhere in that palace, her son is being raised on lies. Getting him back may break her in ways that dying never did. Can she outrun the thing growing inside her before it finishes what it started? Can she win back a son who has been taught to fear and hate her? And when she finally has to choose between the man who loved her through death itself and the revenge that brought her back — What kind of queen will she become?

Annette Marechal at twenty-four, has finally understood the difference between: being loved and being used. Upon meeting Antoine Bourdeu, she believed that her life was finally going to be complete. She married him, two months after meeting him, madly in love with his thoughtful personality and his way of treating and caring for her. She never cared about the ten-year-old difference, nor the comments of Antoine's family towards her. Until he discovered the true root of his interest: his father's company about to fail. Knowing that she was used to reach her father, she confronted Antoine and he assured her that he had loved her, not as she would have liked, but as a means to an end. Full of pain and helplessness, suffering the betrayal of the supposed love of her life, Annette decided to leave never to return, Antoine Bourdeu, eldest son of the Bourdeu family, one of the wealthiest in France, did not believe in love, but in the commitment and stability that being married gave him in business. The beautiful Annette had seduced him, and he had fallen at her feet, driven mad by her emerald green eyes and mischievous gaze. She wanted to know the world and he promised to fulfill it. Until he realized how interested and manipulative his sweet Annette was. She left right after the ceremony, when he wanted to make her his body and soul. He disappeared from the map, taking with him more than his male pride. At least that's what he thought, because now, more cynical and stronger than ever, Antoine would return to take back what was his. No one denied Antoine Bourdeu

Executed for treason by the man she once loved, Lady Evelyne thought death would be the end of her story. Instead, she wakes up five years in the past....before the betrayal, before the bloodshed, before becoming the doomed fiancée of the ruthless Crown Prince. This time, she knows exactly how the kingdom will fall. Determined to survive, Evelyne hides her memories behind a perfect smile while secretly changing the future one move at a time. But the more she tries to avoid the cold and dangerous prince destined to destroy her, the more his attention begins to follow her. Because this version of Evelyne is smarter, colder and untouchable. As political conspiracies tighten around the throne and enemies emerge from the shadows, Evelyne realizes her past life may have been built on lies. And the man she swore to hate might not be the real villain after all.

The day I learned the truth about my husband, Duke Alistair, and his adopted sister, Liana, I left. I abandoned my title, my home, and returned to my father's palace. A year passed. Then came news of chaos in the duchy. The servant Alistair sent spoke with desperation, “Your Highness, the Duke and your son are lost to reason. If you don’t return, I fear they will burn everything to the ground.” I looked at the blood I'd coughed onto my handkerchief. I nodded. "Fine. I'll go back." The doctor had already given me my diagnosis. Consumption. I had only a month left to live. So I went back. And I played the part of the perfect duchess. I no longer demanded Alistair's loyalty. I even found him three new mistresses who looked just like Liana and sent them to his bed after he had sent her away for me. I no longer made Damian study the arts of statecraft and not forced him to master his courtly duties. Instead, I supported his ridiculous dream of joining the Expeditionary Force. I took the pain they gave me. I wrapped it in the "understanding" they always craved. And I served it back to them cold. But it drove Alistair mad. He threw out the mistresses. He crushed me in his arms. His kiss was a punishment. He bit my lip, drawing blood. "I sent Liana away! What more do you want from me? How can I earn your forgiveness?" Damian cried and clung to my arm. "I'll never call Aunt Liana 'gentle' or 'beautiful' again! Mother, please. Just stop." They didn't understand. I wasn't making a scene. I just wanted to live out my last month in peace. And then, I wanted to die.

In her previous life, Everon Monique was just a simple girl living her life as a carefree teenager. She's content to live on her own. Alone and lonely. But that was until a very sudden accident change her existence for the worst. She died at the age of 18 and was reincarnated to a different world. She is now a new born heiress of a Grand Duke. Amazing, right? Far from it. She was still conscious about her past life and the new life she was given are full of hate and prejudice. Growing up in her new life, she witnessed how strange her new world was. A man was more powerful and more puissant and treated like Gods. While girls are being sold as slaves at a ripe age to every noble man that would live a brutalized life she had never imagined existed. Her time came. Full of terror and uncertainties, she had no choice but to obey. She was sold to become the Crowned Prince's Marionette. Will she ever survive at the hands of her diabolic master? Or will fate lead her to a life of adventure.

The night before my wedding, my mom got into a car accident—she needed a blood transfusion, fast. Her blood type was rare. Mine matched. I was pregnant, but I didn't think twice. I donated. While I was bleeding out, losing my baby, my fiancé, Joffrey Habsburg, and his brother—my so-called childhood friend—Mateo, were busy holding Nancy's hand during her cosmetic surgery. I begged Joffrey to save my mom. Only then did he bother to pick up a scalpel. When it was over, he said, "Surgery failed. She's gone." Two days later, I overheard Nancy purring through the door, wrapped around the Habsburg brothers. "Mateo really is a racer—he hit that old hag dead on. And Joffrey? You were amazing too, making sure she didn't survive the surgery. Thanks to you both, I got Lori's blood for my operation."