Contos e Romances de Fantasy com Mistress

For generations, the people of the royal city and my people, the merfolk of the deep sea, had been enemies. Peace came only when I, a merfolk princess of the deep, married Prince Kael. Then Kael fell under the spell of Talia's siren song. He kept her by his side day and night, and I hated it. I told Kael he was dragging the merfolk royal family's name through the mud. Kael ignored my warning. He even took my diplomatic duties and handed them to Talia. While we weren't speaking, he took Talia on a tour of the seas. I brought him the documents. He sat on deck listening to Talia sing and stamped them with the royal seal without looking. He never noticed that the last one was the divorce decree I'd drafted. Two weeks later, he sailed home with Talia. They saw how I'd changed, and both looked smug. "See, Your Highness! So what if Maren's a mermaid princess? "As long as you keep giving her the cold shoulder, sooner or later she'll fall in line." Kael was secretly pleased and took the chance to strip me of my power and lands. He was paving the way to grant Talia a noble title of her own. "Only a smart woman like you can help keep the peace between the kingdom and the sea." Kael told me to learn from Talia, or he'd keep freezing me out. Trade collapsed, and people began dying at sea. Only then did Kael panic and beg me to stop it. But I pulled out the divorce decree with his royal seal on it and laughed in his face. "Did you forget? While you were away with that siren, you stamped our divorce decree with your royal seal. "From now on, land and sea go their separate ways, and you and I are nothing to each other!"

The first time my boyfriend, Jason Calloway, brought me to meet his friends, I wore a scarf to hide the hickeys he'd left the night before. Halfway through dinner, his only female friend suddenly yanked my scarf off. "No wonder you're wearing a scarf in this heat, putting on airs. We're all adults here. What haven't we seen? Looks like you and Jason had quite the wild night..." Jason knew how easily I got embarrassed and quickly tried to cut her off. But she pulled down her own collar instead. "See this bite mark? Jason did it. I didn't even bother putting ointment on it afterward. I just left it out in the open, telling everyone Jason's my little lapdog. That's how a woman earns her place!" Jason frowned, his gaze fixed on the pale, full swell of Vivian Hale's chest, then pulled her hand away, his expression darkening. "There are people here! Put your clothes back!" Then he turned to me. "That's just how my friends are, no filter. Have a few drinks with us and you'll warm up to them." I watched his hand pressing Vivian's collar closed and let out a cold laugh, pushing my chair back from the table. "I'll pass on the drinks. If you enjoy being some other woman's lapdog, don't let me stop you." We Elves never date dogs.

On my twentieth birthday, I had to choose a husband from the six angel heirs. Everyone thought I would choose Adrian Seraphiel, the brightest golden-winged heir and the man I had loved for years. In my last life, I did. Because of me, he inherited eighty percent of House Seraphiel’s fortune and became the next ruler of the angel clan. But after our marriage, he got involved with Celeste, my adopted half-siren sister. When my dragon family cast her out of House Drakon, Adrian blamed me. From then on, he hated me. He surrounded himself with women who looked like her, humiliated me again and again, and finally replaced my life-saving medicine with slow poison. I died carrying his child, while the last of my dragon blood burned away. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on my twentieth birthday. This time, I decided to let them have each other. So in front of everyone, I chose Cassian Seraphiel, the sixth son of the angel family. Broken-winged. Mocked by everyone. No one believed he could ever inherit anything. The room burst into laughter. Adrian looked at me coldly and sneered. “Elena, are you choosing that useless cripple just to get my attention?” I ignored him. Because in my last life, after I died, this so-called useless cripple was the only one who collected my body, found the truth, and avenged me by stripping Adrian of his golden wings. But then Adrian stepped closer. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Funny,” he said. “That wasn’t who you chose in your last life.”