From Forgotten Wife To Fierce Queen นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The crowd, filled with reverence and loyalty, bowed their heads in acknowledgment of Capo’s words. “My dear people,” Capo began, his voice resonating with authority, “I have always believed that our strength as a family comes from the women in our lives. While my beloved wife may have tragically departed, fate has blessed us with a new queen. Margarita, the protectress of our legacy. I entrust her to your care, to be shielded and cherished as you would protect your king.”

his voice booming through the speakers. “Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as unto the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife, even as Christ is the head of the church… Therefore as the church is subject unto Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in everything.” He closed the Bible slowly, looked over the sea of faces, and smiled. “Now, you see, this is not a suggestion,” he said, his voice full of fire. “This is the divine order! This is God’s plan. A woman who listens to her husband, who obeys, who submits… she will be blessed. She will live in peace. But those who challenge, who question, who think they can be equal to the man God placed over them, they b

“The condition was clear. Ms. Kathalina must work under Stone Corporation to officially claim her shares. Not only on paper but as part of the company itself.” Thirdie’s voice dropped, quiet but firm. “She’s my wife.” He looked straight ahead, eyes cold and unyielding. “And Agnes will never touch her,” he continued. “Not in business. Not in life.” Jeff nodded. He had seen many sides of his boss, but this one was the most dangerous. “Inform me of every move Agnes makes,” Thirdie ordered. “Every call. Every meeting. Every plan.” “Yes, sir.” “She won’t touch my wife,” Thirdie said again. “No matter what.”

Aural and her husband shook their heads, pleading with their eyes to spare their daughter. “She tried to kill my grandson's wife… the future Luna of the entire werewolf clan,” the queen remarked, getting up from her seat. I was a little ashamed of Jasmine, for her selfishness, she stooped so low as to trap me in that basement. As if that weren't enough, she went to the king and did something so despicable.

Instead, she steps right into my space, eyes sharp enough to cut glass. “What exactly do you think you’re doing?” she snaps. I blink, confused. “Doing… what?” She laughs once, harsh, humorless. “Don’t play stupid with me. I don’t know what pathetic game you’re running, but hear me clearly.” She tilts her chin up, venom dripping from every word. “He is my Husband. I am the queen, the only queen. And nothing, especially not a whore like you, is going to change that.” The insult hits, but I keep my expression calm.

“I died, Loretta. I watched my life, my love, my very existence, stolen from me. I will not make that mistake again. This time, I will be the one pulling the strings. And Ivy… she will learn that the true cost of betrayal is not just death, but utter, absolute ruin.” She ended the call, the phone feeling light in her hand now. The fear that had gripped her at the hospital had transformed into something else entirely: a cold, focused power. She had stared death in the face, twice, and emerged stronger. She understood the shifting currents of fate now. And she would use that understanding to carve out her own destiny, and to deliver a retribution so precise, so devastating, that it would echo

Clara used to joke that she had planted them too well because now she couldn’t even see over the fence anymore. She was seventy-three and still carried herself straighter than women half her age. Small frame, sharp shoulders, white hair cut short near her jawline with almost military precision, and eyes so observant they made you feel studied within seconds of entering a room. Those eyes ran through our family like inherited jewelry passed from mother to daughter, impossible to escape. She had never married. Never wanted to, according to her.

“The woman? She’s not on any employee records. Apparently, she rents a room upstairs and works part-time managing the register. Paid under the table.” He turned to her now. “Name?” Amanda hesitated. “I asked the shop owner. She said the woman goes by Lena Hart.” The name dropped like ice water down his spine. Dominic sat up straighter. “Say that again.” “Lena Hart,” Amanda repeated. “Why?” His mind went blank for a split second. No. It can’t be. “She was my wife,” he said flatly. Amanda’s jaw dropped. “Wait—that’s Lena Hart? The one from the contract marriage thing?”

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Because standing by the window, looking out at the city with her back to me, was a woman I didn't recognize. But something about her posture. Her height. The way she held herself. She turned around. And my entire world stopped. Because Jaxon Romano, the man who remembered every business deal, every competitor, every threat... didn't recognize his own wife. Fate, it seemed, had a sense of irony.