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"Not your business." Jared's eyes lit up with rage. He grabbed her chin, leaning in way too close. "Lucia." His voice dripped with venom. "Can't survive without a man, huh?" The insult should've burned—but she felt nothing. Cole jumped in, trying to defuse it. "No, it's not like that. Lucia and I—" She shut him down fast. "Yeah." Her smile was ice. "What can I say? My own husband couldn't get the job done. What was I supposed to do—die frustrated?"

“I’m just... remembering how hard I tried to be what he wanted.” Lydia’s jaw tightened. “You mean what Eliana was.” Isla didn’t flinch. She remembered the tea. The soft, demure voice she practiced in the mirror. The quiet dresses in pastel tones. Everything curated to match Eliana’s ghostlike grace. But it had never been enough. “Maybe it’s because,” she murmured, “no one falls in love with a woman who has a prison record.” Lydia slammed on the brakes at the red light, then turned in her seat.

he insisted. “What?” I inquired, my patience wearing thin. “You can’t make accusations like that. Even though you’re my wife, questioning the integrity of the current queen could have serious consequences,” he explained. I hadn’t fully grasped the gravity of what he was saying until he pointed it out. “You’re right… I’m sorry,” I said, looking down. I heard Darius let out a small sigh of relief. “I understand you’re angry. I know these people have hurt you, and Acan might have taken away your chances of having a child. Maybe there’s something wrong with him, or maybe he did something to you.”

She felt deep sympathy for the poor lady, who had left her husband's house, only to be called ugly by the man who was supposed to be her soulmate. "The tears of Natalí respond to her touch, your majesty," Annalise said through gritted teeth, trying to mask her anger. She hadn't raised him to treat women this way. Well, she allowed him to treat Meisi as he pleased because Meisi was annoying and delusional, but treating his true Queen this way was unacceptable. "No! Natalí would never choose such an unworthy queen for me. She looks so old," he scoffed, casting Marilyn another disgusted look.

Ava stayed in front of me protectively, ready to lunge if Zarina so much as blinked the wrong way. Zarina took a step closer, smiling cruelly. "You think throwing him a party will change anything? You think it’ll make him love you again? You're even more pathetic than I thought. You’re delusional, Anastasia. He’s already moved on." "Maybe," I said evenly. "Maybe he has. But I’m still his wife." Zarina flinched, just a little, the word wife hitting exactly where I intended it to. Her eyes flashed with fury, her hands clenching into fists. She stepped even closer, so close I could see the tremble of rage in her shoulders.

Richard didn't like her interacting with others, claiming it made him jealous, so she devoted all her time to him. Now, the illusion shattered around her. Richard's controlling behaviour wasn't love – it was a need for dominance. Isabella had convinced herself that having a child would fix everything, that it would bring back the warmth in their relationship. But now she saw the harsh truth: she'd become nothing more than a trophy, a perfectly obedient wife to be displayed when convenient. If Richard thought she'd continue to be his silent, compliant puppet, he was sorely mistaken. The old Isabella might have accepted this fate, but not anymore. She was done being controlled. A faint beeping

He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Lena is not a slave, and I need her to…” “Go” he cuts me off. “The woman would not be leaving.” “But…” “That’s final. Now leave Maria.” Walter roars with laughter along with the scantily dressed women perched on his laps. “Dear me! I’ve heard about the way you discipline the women in your household, but I didn’t think it extended to even your wife.” Cheeks burning in humiliation, I hurry out of the room with Walter’s maid before Sebastain can say something worse.

“But instead you brought another woman into our home. You humiliated me in front of the entire kingdom, and now you think I’m the problem?” Leon’s eyes hardened, but he said nothing. “Tell me Leon,” I wiped my tears, already tired of fighting to be heard. To be seen. “What exactly did I do to deserve this?” My dear husband turned away from me, and from where I stood, his back looked like a towering wall between us—one I could never climb or break through. “You are still queen,” he said without looking at me, his voice flat and uninterested. “And you are the Astral Luna. You have everything an omega can only dream of. What more could you possibly want?”

⚠️ 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.

She was everything he didn't want his wife to be like. But who could defy when their souls were bound by threads of fate. She was insecure And he fueled it further She considered herself inferior to him And he used every chance to make it a belief. She had a beautiful delicate golden heart And he made sure to taint it black and crush it under his Gucci shoes. She was his not so beautiful wife And he made sure that nothing left of her could be ever considered beautiful. "I will taint every damn fibre of your body my dear Elle...every bit of it till you beg me to divorce you"