From Forgotten Wife To Fierce Queen Novels & Stories

It cares about public degradation. On Friday morning, I am going to march into that courthouse and show my runaway wife exactly what happens when she tries to burn down my kingdom to build a life with a laborer. I will take her career, her status, and whatever dignity she thinks she has left, and I will leave her with absolutely nothing. _____

(Alessandro pov ) The name felt like a betrayal. “It’s Moretti’s wife. It’s been her all along.” The silence that followed was heavier and more profound than the vast, empty landscape that surrounded us. The name hung in the air, an impossible truth that shattered our understanding of the world. Liliana Moretti. The Serpent’s wife. The Hidden Queen. The ghost who had been orchestrating this war was not just some unknown enemy; she was the wife of the most powerful man on the Commission, a man who had just given me his blessing to destroy her pawns.

She denied us in front of everyone and watched while I was beaten half to death. At that time, she hadn't moved at all. Maybe I was never part of her world. Maybe I was never someone she truly loved. The thought of marrying her again made me sick. I shoved her away, not bothering to hide it. "I've wanted to forget all of that for a long time. Don't flatter yourself. Divorced or not, I'm not going back. Got it?" She started to say something else, but I called the nurse in and had her taken out.

“You are so shameless now, huh? You couldn’t even wait for us to officially reject each other before flaunting your relationship with them?” “Not your business, Rowan,” her tone was bored and impatient. She just wanted the rejection ceremony to be over as soon as possible. She hated still being mated to him, even if it was only for a few seconds more. “I will flaunt my relationship whenever, however, and with whomever I want.” She turned toward the priest, who looked stunned. He had never expected the queen to be this fierce—to talk back so boldly, let alone bring her lovers to the rejection ceremony with her husband.

“Women like you rarely need to ask. You simply know how to make yourselves appear helpless until a man feels compelled to defend you.” Before I could respond, Cassian wheeled his chair forward. “Enough!” The single word rang through the room. “Do not speak to my wife that way.” The Queen stared at him. Then, with one final look of contempt in my direction, she turned toward the door. “You will regret this,” she repeated, her voice cold. “Both of you.” Cassian's expression remained unchanged. “Perhaps. But at least I will never have to regret standing by my wife when she needed me.”

Her lips curved, not in a smile, but in something venomous, triumphant. The queen’s gaze cut through me first. “So it’s true,” she hissed, voice dripping like acid. “The whispers in the halls weren’t just cruel gossip. My husband’s bastard. Sitting in the king’s inner chamber as if he belongs.” My breath caught. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. Amora stepped forward, eyes blazing. “And pregnant. You disgusting little—”

said Queenie Qamra in her cynicism and sarcasm mixing one another simultaneously. “Stop it, Queenie Qamra! Please understand your identity and position in this big mansion! In this big mansion, you’re not the first wife! You’re the second wife! Columba is my first wife and my only wife until forever!” Apollo Frias clutched Queenie Qamra’s hand and then brushed it off away. “I have your kid in my uterus right now, Apollo. I’m your wife… I’m the one whom you should take care of! Not her!” Queenie Qamra raised up her voice tone again. Tears began to roll down from her edge of eyes again.

I should have found a way to refuse him when he came onto me, but I only did as he asked without hesitation, giving in and letting him do with me as he wished, and I did it not once, twice, or thrice, but so many times that I lost count. "You go to him, thinking and believing you will be the one he loves and opens his soul up to. I was told that he had no soul but I refused to believe it. Now, I pay the price and sit unattended while my husband adds women to his harem without any thought to how it makes me feel. All the women in Suro Kingdom must laugh at me and think of me as a fool, dreaming of sleeping with my husband while I sit and watch as the cuckquean. I hear that is what the women i

Reaching forward, I gently pry her away from Leonidas’s wife’s vice-like grip, and I can’t help but scowl at the Greek queen as she has suddenly become protective of my wife. “You hurt her, Quenten Yilmaz, and you will have no choice but to face my wrath. Your poor wife has been through enough as it is.” Regan sneers loud enough only for my ears to hear as she brushes past me and walks straight into her husband's open arms.

If the Chairman wanted to see how worthy I was, I was going to show him exactly how much it costs to kill the woman I loved. The war wasn't a test. It was a funeral. And I was going to make sure everyone was invited. I leaned back and let out a long, shaky breath. My Queen was gone. But I was still here. And I was going to make sure his entire kingdom felt the heat of the fire he started. I looked at the TV one last time before turning it off. The Judge was resigning. The King was hiding. And I was just getting started. “I’m coming for you, Father,” I whispered to the empty room. “And I won’t stop until there’s nothing left of your legacy but ash.”