Novel & Cerita De Esposa Despreciada A Reina Intocable

“I know I’ve been... preoccupied lately.” “You’ve been in love. It’s allowed.” Marcus smiled. “Jenna is... she’s not like anyone I’ve ever met. She doesn’t care about my money. She doesn’t care about my status. She cares about me. The person.” “That’s rare.” “It’s everything.” He looked at Victoria. “You understand. You have that with Nathaniel.” Victoria thought about her husband—about the way he looked at her, the way he held her, the way he had never given up on her, even when she had given up on herself.

Every footfall sealed my fate further, binding me to men who despised me. Tears streamed freely down my cheeks, unrestrained and burning. “Even with the dress, she doesn’t look a bit like royalty,” someone muttered from the crowd. Another voice followed quickly, sharper. “She is fit to be Luna.” The words collided in the air, cruel and careless. I didn’t react. I didn’t lift my head or wipe my tears. I didn’t want any of this anyway. When I finally reached the podium, I stopped and stood before the Alpha triplets, my husbands-to-be. They didn’t look at me with warmth. They didn’t offer reassurance. Their faces were cold, unreadable, as if I were nothing more than an obligation.

“I told Canice to ruin her hand! I couldn’t endure it anymore. She has taken everything from me. First my parents, now you! And I have cancer eating at my bones. I’m running out of time. I only asked for three months, Lycus! Three months! If I hadn’t given you that rib, my immunity wouldn’t have shattered. I wouldn’t be sick. You promised you’d take care of me. You said it!” My jaw locked. My breath came in uneven bursts. Shame, anger, guilt, tangled until I could no longer breathe. “I never broke that promise,” I said hoarsely. “I married you. I stayed. Why did you have to hurt her?” “She only lost a hand,” Sandra snapped. “I’m losing my life. Is that not enough for you? One hand in exchang

she roared, landing a slap on Gwen's face. "Do you know who I am, you lowlife maid? I am the princess of Nedal, King Carl's soon-to-be wife. In other words, I am the future queen of Everton," Nadia growled, raising her shoulder in pride. King Neil also nodded his head and supported his daughter. "why would a low life like her, even come close to my daughter, although her dress signifies that, she's a lady from a noble family, she's still nowhere near my daughter," He thought and decided to leave his daughter to put Gwen in her place.

“But not from you.” I turned away, my vision blurring with tears I refused to shed. “You said you didn’t love me,” Lucas said quietly. “So why does this matter?” I spun around. “Because you made me believe—just for a moment—that I wasn’t disposable.” Something raw flashed across his face. “You’re not,” he said firmly. “Then what am I?” I demanded. He stepped closer, his voice low. “You’re my wife.” “On paper,” I whispered.

“If you wanted a wife, all you had to do was give the order and we would round up every eligible young woman of noble birth in our kingdom for you to have your pick from. There are a good number of them that would be a perfect fit as your queen and more so ready to please you in any way you desire. There was absolutely no need for you to go through the trouble of going to a backwater, uncivilized werewolf pack to find a common nobody to make your wife." As the words drop, I growl under my breath and it takes all the self control I can muster to stop myself from screaming at him. How dare he speak of Isabeau like that? In a second, my anger instantly evaporates as I remember that Isabeau is p

She slid a finger down the collar of his jacket and held his gaze with an intensity that made him tense. — We’ll see about that. The silence between them was a battle of wills. Alejandro knew he had a different wife now. She was no longer the sweet, docile woman he had married. This Isabela was fire and steel. And he didn’t know whether it excited him or worried him. But one thing was certain: the queen was taking her place on the board.

My head almost hit too, but I managed to brace myself. "My ex husband's taste is really low. He chooses a woman like you, fat, ugly, and a maid." She was Irene, Sebastian's ex wife. I tried to stand up straight. "Mrs. Irene, I didn't..." "Don't call me Mrs. Irene. You're not worthy to say my name." She pushed me again, harder this time. "Do you know how long I tried to keep my marriage to Sebastian? Years. But he preferred cheap women like you." "I didn't..."