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I was nothing but a pawn, a safety net, a convenient spare piece on their polished royal chessboard. My nails dug crescents into my palms as my fists clenched so hard my knuckles ached. How dare they pretend I mattered? How dare they look at me like I was one of them when I knew I wasn’t. Not really. And Sebastian? His gaze only ever wandered to her. Olivia. Perfect, soft, delicate Olivia. She had everything already. Family. Status. Comfort. Now even him? She didn’t deserve him. I did. I was the one who should be his Queen. I should be standing by his throne, not her.

“I do not want to start a real relationship between us. I want this marriage to remain just a mutual thing, which means when I get to your palace, you'll be arranging a different room for me.” Kealon was silent for a while as he stared at me like he wanted to peel out my skin and dig into my soul. “I'm sorry Isabella, but that would not be possible.” He paused, sighing. “We can't have separate rooms. My people will talk, and sooner than you expect, rumors will start to fly that I'm mistreating my bride, and I do not see her fit for me. Then, it would reach your father and I'm sure you do not want that.”

“I knew you were no ordinary woman. The diamond around your neck is the Dragon Scale. I was waiting for you to tell me who you are, but I didn't expect you to be King Rodriguez's wife.” Lowa showed up at the door. She was dressed casually in a nightdress, and her whole body exuded laziness, "I've heard things about you. You stabbed your husband at the coronation. You look skinny, but what you do is shocking. I've been wanting to meet you, but God has brought us together." "I want to save my husband. I need your help," I said to her. "You come in." Lowa gave me a look, then made a sign to her soldiers.

I apologized. "Is he as hot as our husband?" She inquired. "No one is hotter than my husband but yeah." I grinned. "All the Sebastiani men are Greek gods." "Aww." She poured. "That's too bad." She clicked her tongue. "If only God had deemed it fit to give the Queen Mother just one more son after Prince Andres." I laughed. "Don't worry so much babe. You're only twenty six and before you know it, he'll find you." I told her. "Your own perfect husband."

As a wife, she did not serve her husband well. Last night, she came back late. She should have greeted Rion when the man arrived. This morning, she also woke up late. Rion had already gone to work, and she didn’t help him get ready. “Your Highness, your bath is ready,” Elis said, and Odette nodded. Just like yesterday, the two maids helped her take a bath. “His Majesty the King loves the queen very much. I hope I will also get a husband who loves me like that,” Elis opened her voice as she gave Odette a gentle massage on the shoulder. However, the girl sighed a few seconds later.

Isabella stood up, "You don't understand what you're throwing away!" "I understand perfectly," I said. "I'm throwing away a lifetime of being second best to you. I'm throwing away the privilege of watching my husband run to another woman every time she has a crisis. I'm throwing away my dignity and self-respect to have a wealthy husband who despises me." Isabella's hands clenched into fists. "Adrian doesn't despise you. He just—" "He just doesn't love me," I finished. "He loves you. And honestly, Isabella, you're welcome to have him."

“Don’t you dare scream at me like I’m a little girl.” “I’m going to scream at you all I fucking want! You're cunning, a mistress of deception. A failed partner! A bad wife!! And I want you to feel the pain you’ve caused me with because of this---" “Ohhh!!!” She interjected, her blue eyes fierce. So hot it could melt through a metal. “So I’m a bad wife? The failed partner here? Goodness knows I’ve been working my butt off to make this marriage stay afloat. Ever since you returned from that auction with that stupid slave girl, you changed all of a sudden. You broke our connection. You fell distant and literally forgot you had a wife. Our sex life has been nothing but a pitiful disaster. If I h

I’ve never wanted to make it official with anyone, well, except Adriana. Even when her stupid, incompetent father had tried to marry her off to me. There wasn’t really confirmation since the wedding never happened. And all the other episodes. We didn’t get married. She hasn’t been given an official title. Now that would change. Tonight, she’ll be the woman on my arm which everyone is curious about. And soon, she’ll be known as my wife. The Lycan queen. My queen. “Let go of me,” Adriana snaps through gritted teeth as she pulls away from my hold. Or should I say, attempt to.

Elika watched as the silence stretched out, her own anger boiling just below the surface as she willed her frame to heal with haste, wanting nothing more than to help the goddess who had attempted to uphold the honour in a dishonourable world. The goddess hastily snapped her head back towards the king of hell, her tone snarling with a sharp edge that Elika had not witnessed before; her frame strong and confident. “Yes, I may be your wife, but I am neither your servant nor slave and you will not treat me as one. And as your wife it is my job to council you on the decisions that you make and I am informing you that this is a bad decision. The child will crush you.”

She knew he wasn’t bothered by her disability like others but still. All the eyes were drawn to them the moment they made their appearance. Men were intimidated and women enchanted. Nikaulas' majestic aura could hold anyone under their spell. His imposing presence impossible to miss. Angela was well aware of how well-favored her husband was. She felt jealousy prick all over her skin as she noticed women shamelessly ogling her husband. In her jealousy she missed the admiring gaze of opposite sex directed at her. The woman was no less than her husband in terms of beauty but the society had done a great job in making her feel less about her.