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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.

She could just ask her husband whose so head over heels in love with her to do the honor. She remembered how Daemon took her side earlier. It almost drove her nuts that the man who used to pour all his attention on her is now smitten to the other woman. She might not admit it but she is insecure and jealous of the woman. Devon Farrows is the known princess of the whole district and many men wanted to marry her not just because of her name but because of her beauty. She bet that Devon did not experience any valuable hardship in her lifetime having been offered with all the lavishness this world can offer.

⚠️ Trigger Warning ⚠️ This chapter contains mature and dark themes involving a toxic and abusive marriage. Please proceed with caution. Key Triggers: Emotional and verbal Abuse, Sexual Assault, Domestic violence, physical abuse and Forced Medication. ~ Sienna’s Pov~ “You’re nothing but a whore, always remember that.” Vincent whispers in my ear as I grit my teeth, my eyes fixed on the ceiling as I force my mind to count the pattern detaching my soul from my body which he is currently using as a ragdoll.

"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.

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.

"You know, if you had only dressed like this—if you had put half this much effort into being a wife instead of a shivering martyr—I wouldn't have had to seek entertainment elsewhere. I wouldn't have had to cheat if you weren't so... boring." From the stairs, Meredith let out a sharp, jagged laugh. "Exactly. You see, Thaddeus? She was holding out on us. All that 'innocence' was just a marketing tactic. She was saving the good parts for the highest bidder. Tell me, Veronica, does he pay you by the hour, or did you have to sign a long-term lease on your dignity?" "My dignity isn't the one currently being auctioned off to pay for a gambling debt, Meredith," I countered, my voice a calm, lethal v

" It doesn't change the fact that he is a man and he wants my wife. " " I'm not your wife! " " What? " " Yes! you heard me right_ " Her voice pitched even higher with every anger in her veins. " I'm not a wife to a despicable man like you. I would never choose you even If I died_ " " Cinderella_ " Don't touch me! " She dodged his touch. " To hell with you Royalty! " " Hakeem is a better man than you are. Fine! He might not be rich or good in bed but he didn't abandon me the way you did! "

Maybe there might be a way to override it and be with her. Eden stands, her smirk widening as she curtsies gracefully. “Thank you, Your Majesty,” she says, her voice dripping with false humility. But then Caspian rises, and the room falls silent once more. “I decline,” he states simply. King Damon's brow furrows, and Queen Rhoda's eyes widen in surprise. “Caspian,” his father begins, his tone warning. “Eden is not fit to be my mate,” Caspian continues, his gaze steady. “Our characters are too contrasting. She’s a terror to the staff and lacks the kindness required of a future queen.”