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“But I like her. The girl can take a fall better than most footballers.” I grinned, feeling vindicated. The screen switched to a new woman. She looked to be in her forties with dark hair. “I hope she never comes back,” the woman said with a sneer. It sounded so much crueler with the Paradisian accent. “She can't even walk down stairs properly. What kind of wife is that for a Prince? We deserve better. We deserve someone that can bloody walk.” My good mood faded. I stuck my tongue out at the TV.

He wondered about the relationship between her and the Jacobsens. More importantly, he was struck by her name. Only idiots would not know Petrovas in P city. If she was a Petrova, then she was royalty. How could the measly Aprice family contain a royalty, even if they were former royalty? He thought back on what Lester Aprice said of her and her mother. An escort who had drugged him and slept with him for money? What was all that nonsense? If his wife’s mother were a Petrova, it would be Lester Aprice that seduced and tricked her, not the other way around.

“She’s damaged goods, Kai. A discarded wife from a weak family that couldn’t even hold onto their own merger. And you’re parading her around like some kind of trophy? Do you have any idea how this looks?” I closed my eyes, the words cutting deep. To everyone I was just a discarded wife of the Moretti family, the wife that couldn’t sustain her marriage and was thrown out by her family, the woman that is throwing herself at another powerful man because the other rejected her. They weren’t entirely wrong after all I was casted away by my family and I had lost everything. Kai’s reply was steady. “It looks like I’m doing what I want.”

That I'd had no other option. But those were lies. All of it was lies designed to protect me from the reality that I murdered my wife to save my mistress. I don't know who you were, Bianca. I lived with you for four years and I never bothered to learn your dreams, your fears, what made you laugh when you weren't just being polite. I reduced you to a function in my life, and when you stopped fulfilling that function, I considered you expendable. You deserved so much better. You deserved a husband who actually loved you, who saw you as a complete person rather than a role. You deserved to be chosen, to be prioritized, to be valued for who you were instead of what you could provide.

"How am I? I have looks and wealth. I'm not much worse than your husband, am I?" Sophia felt insulted. "You're much worse. My husband loves and cherishes me. What about you? You're ungrateful, and you kidnapped and threatened me. You haven't even shown respect. “You think you're not much worse? If you want to compare yourself to my husband, show me some respect first." Kyle couldn't help but think wow in his mind. Could this girl talk anymore? Was this a machine gun? "What kind of respect do you want?" "At the very least, don't restrict my freedom," Sophia replied.

She too was getting tired of his troubles. "You take care of your son, and consider how to refund my money back in full. Plus all the expensive meals and treatments I received will be nothing but free. Think about that chosen wisely" James said coldly. "You monster, how could you do a thing like that? Where is your integrity? I wish he never shares the same blood with you. You are just an animal" Catherine said and cut the line "What did she just say her son shares the same blood with me? Wait a minute, is the boy my son? No way" James said and rushed out of his room.

“What do you expect me to do?” “These kingdoms are under you rule and therefore under your protection, send out an army to protect your subjects…” “Let’s forget about that now Charis, come on, come join us", he coerced. Queen Charis turned to look at the young girls that were stark naked on bed with the king, with Javaid her husband. Their heads had been bowed since she walked in and they had not done as little as move since she entered. This was supposed to be an act of respect to her but she was unbothered by her husband’s infidelity, at least not anymore but she wouldn’t take the disrespect.

“She has lain in another man’s bed, Richard. You may not admit it, but the court knows. Arden will not marry her. The king will never sanction it. To him, she is a plaything in Arden’s arms, a distraction he will discard when he tires of her. Second-hand goods. And if you insist on mercy, if you insist on keeping her, then keep her as a mistress. Nothing more. But queen? Never.” The words rang in my skull, but I pushed back with every ounce of defiance I had. “You don’t know her. You never have. Sandra is not trash. She is not a plaything. She is my wife, and I will not stand here while you call her anything less.”

“ You irritate me” Alexander flinched. Good. “ For years,I tried to be the perfect wife for you,” She whispered. “ I tried to love you. To make this marriage work. But all along…”Her voice cracked. “ I was just an insignificant figure”. She turned to Christiana. “ You can have him. Both of you deserve each other”. Christiana smirked. “ Oh, don't worry I already know”.

,"es la chica fea de clase baja su esposa (Is this low class ugly girl his wife?" Oh allez les gars, qu’est-ce qui ne va pas en disant la vérité? il est vrai que cette fille est de classe inférieure et indigne de Sebastian. Et pourquoi vous vous fâchez quand Sebastian est calme Ça veut dire qu’il est d’accord avec nous. ( Oh, come on guys what is wrong in speaking the truth? It is true this girl is low class and unworthy for Sebastian. And why you two are getting angry when Sebastian is quiet means he agrees with us?" Elena bites her cheeks to control her tears. She understood what are they saying about her in Spanish. Elena looked at her husband hopefully that he will support her but Sebas