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He didn’t like her face in the beginning. ‘I was not married, we don’t have any certificate that says we got married…since you are his cousin then he must have told you that I am his slave’ she scolded and Unise shook her head in disappointment. ‘So what now? You use your anger to keep yourself from him? Stanley wants you back, that guy spent four years of his life in misery…at least you had Brad but he isolated himself from everyone. He became his person and guess what? He used you as his inspiration to get where he is today’

I asked, back hugging her, why does she feel fatter? Nuzzling my nose against her neck I felt my heart sink, this was not my Eli. Blazing with fury, I grabbed the unknown woman in front of me by her wrist and turned her to face me. "Where is my wife?" I asked sternly seeing Reina's face, I know that Elisa dislikes this woman, and would also never share her clothing let alone give it to someone she dislikes. Hearing her stutter angered me even more. "I asked a question!" I yelled my grip tightening on Reina's wrist.

she wiped her tears and continued " Seinna and I will move out the exact moment so you can call your wife because she has blinded you and you can't see clearly. Goodbye." " Mom, you know I can't go against you either but try to understand the situation over here. She is my wife and my mate. The Queen to this kingdom. She belongs with me and just like you said, if you were my biological mother then you would have understood and haven't treated my wife like this but unfortunately you are not.

“Our dear Edward has expressed his intention and affection.” “Yes, my Queen.” The King says with a gentleness reserved for only her. “We cannot ignore the facts though. A servant will be viewed as unworthy.” The halls of this temple are filled with the muffled footsteps of women deemed unworthy. Women mated too far above their reach, to men deemed entitled to only the best kind of woman. The kind of woman that isn’t her. Prettier. Thinner. Younger. Wealthier. “She is the daughter of Alpha Gabriel Andjety. She is not some low born slave, your majesty.” The Queen quietly retorted. Her smile coquettish.

Instead, she steps right into my space, eyes sharp enough to cut glass. “What exactly do you think you’re doing?” she snaps. I blink, confused. “Doing… what?” She laughs once, harsh, humorless. “Don’t play stupid with me. I don’t know what pathetic game you’re running, but hear me clearly.” She tilts her chin up, venom dripping from every word. “He is my Husband. I am the queen, the only queen. And nothing, especially not a whore like you, is going to change that.” The insult hits, but I keep my expression calm.

Isabella said coldly. Lucas exhaled slowly. “I know.” Amara stepped back into the shadows just as the voices faded. Her hands trembled. She wasn’t just unwanted. She was temporary. And for the first time since the wedding, Amara understood something terrifying— This marriage wasn’t just loveless. It was a battlefield.

"Elliot, you're the other man. You're so desperate to take my place that it's pathetic. How dare you push Olivia to divorce me! Where did you hide her?" I stepped back, keeping my tone calm. "Relax. I'm not marrying Olivia. I don't want her anymore." He let out a short laugh, taking it as sarcasm. "Olivia married me because she loves me. You'll never win against me." I had never been competing with him. He was the one who turned me into an enemy in his head, acted decent to my face, then posted that video behind my back. My voice tightened despite myself. "No one's competing with you, but you killed my mom. Don't you owe me an apology?"

A deal he’d sign to get more money. “Ms Morris. All those words of your beauty don’t do you any justice. You are exquisitely gorgeous.” Stefan cheekily pecked my hand. My skin tingled with uneasiness. “My pleasure,” I mumbled low enough for him to hear me. Gently, he lowered his gaze upon me, his eyes traversing my form. I could sense a glimmer of admiration as they beheld the dazzling, resplendent dress that gracefully adorned my silhouette. It fed the essence of his masculinity, affirming his conquest of my hand in marriage. Yet, within me, an ember of disdain flickered, for I resented the notion of becoming nothing more than a mere trophy wife in his eyes. The opulent gems weighing upon m

"You being pregnant with my child and Estella being pregnant with my child are entirely different. You're just an Omega of unclear origin, while Estella is an Omega from the royal lineage." "A prospective king like me is unworthy of having a low-class Omega like you." Matthias' final words accompanied his departure, leaving me. Then, the beautiful Omega with him shoved me so roughly that I almost fell to the ground. "You better know your place, stupid Omega. Prince Matthias will never deign to be mated with you even until death," the Omega pushed me again intentionally before walking away with Matthias, displaying their intimacy in front of me. Without being told, I knew about it. Of course,

And after the accident that left him paralyzed, he had only grown colder, his depression forging an even more merciless version of himself. “Don’t ever step into my room! You’re just a contract wife! Sleep in the guest room!” Harry Anderson’s voice was cold and sharp, his eyes filled with disdain as he glared at Arabella—the young woman he had just married. Arabella stood frozen, her heart sinking at his cruel words. She had hoped, even if just a little, that Harry would treat her as his real wife despite their forced marriage. But reality shattered that hope in an instant. She blinked several times, struggling to comprehend his hostility. Her lips parted to respond, but before she could utt