De Esposa Despreciada A Reina Intocable Novels & Stories

"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,

"It must have been so exhausting pretending for so long." "Sit down Cassandra. Now!!" Elena my mother in law ordered. "No Mother. She's right I am tired of pretending." Cassandra said as she looked me in eyes "I hate you. You don't deserve my brother. He might not know that yet but I do." Casandra said and stomped out of the room. The air in the dinning room suddenly felt too thick for anyone breathe in. "I'm terribly sorry. She's really tired. It's been a long week. So please kindly pardon her behaviour." Dayan. Casandra's husband said apologetically. "Please excuse me" He said and left the dinning room.

He had offered the world, and she was only interested in what was fair. In what allowed her to walk away clean. Her voice was so calm, but her words landed with precision. Each sentence reminded him of all the ways he’d failed as a husband, not just in actions, but in presence. When she spoke of relinquishing her share in the Dela Merced Group, when she said “I was never part of it”. When she said that their marriage wasn’t truly theirs. That all the things he thought they built together... were never really shared at all, Lucas felt something inside him twist, a cold knife of truth.

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

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

"Is it a crime for a man to want to speak to his wife?" The word hit her like a slap. Wife. "Oh, so now I'm your wife?" she laughed bitterly. "Now you have a wife? Where was this husband a year ago, Ethan? " Ethan flinched. But he didn't look away. "I'm sorry, Crystal." His voice cracked. And Crystal froze—not from cold, but from shock. Because Ethan Vale never apologized. Ethan Vale never showed emotion. Ethan Vale was the Ice King, the man who could sign billion-dollar deals without blinking, the man who had looked through her for a year like she was made of glass.

“This marriage is purely political, my dear. The real queen is Lydia and not you.” Lydia smiled at his words and gave him a quick peck on the lips before turning to me again. “You’re lucky that I’m happy that our plan is finally coming together,” she said to me in a condescending manner. “I would have enjoyed it better by killing you but this is more entertaining.” “You’re very disgusting, Lydia,” I spat at her unable to hide my disgust and anger any longer. “You are supposed to be Sebastian’s mate and you’re here being intimate with his uncle!”

Ava yelled as I dragged her to the sitting room, I let go of her hand, and she fell on the floor. “What's going on here?” Mason questioned. “Do you see how you have woken everyone up with your lousy voice?” I glared at Ava, “I will make sure you are punished for it.” “Are you sure you aren't punishing me because Tristan agreed to spend the night in my room?” Ava questioned slyly, “And what even gives you the right to punish me? I'm Tristan's wife!! I'm the second Queen!!” “Second Queen?” I sneered, “I must correct you. Queen Diana is the second Queen, and I can't even say if you are a Queen when the king himself doesn't want to associate with you.”

"She insulted my dignity, my marriage, and my rights right inside my own house! She dared threaten me and told me to leave everything and step aside just so she could take my place and position! She spoke rudely, arrogantly, and completely disrespectfully toward me… and you honestly expect me to just stand there quietly, smile sweetly, and accept everything obediently?! You honestly expect me to just lower my head, swallow my pride, and let her step all over me exactly like I am nothing and nobody at all?!" I stepped forward closer toward him, staring straight deep into his grey eyes which always held absolutely no warmth or love reserved only for me. "I am your wife Lucas… and whether you l

And that was what she'd done. Disbelief etched through Elena for the hundredth time . That Lizzy had actually had an affair with Prince Rico of Valderra and Non of them had known. Not even his family let alone here. How had they managed to cover it up? Even though she hadn't recognized Raphael, she'd still heard of him and his reputation. The playbook Prince.Her gaze rested on him for a second. He certainly has the looks for it, all right. Tall, broad shouldered, with strong, well- cut, aristocratic features.