Romans & histoires From Forgotten Wife To Fierce Queen

she said and took her place on the Alpha King’s throne. A few people gasped and others muttered, speaking of how the Queen Mother was already stirring up trouble. It seemed to me that this was a regular occasion at celebrations, and maybe one of the main reasons Caspian stopped having them. “Mother, this is my wife, Aurora Eros.” I curtsied with a bow. “A pleasure to meet you, Queen Mother.” “Aurora? I was told your new wife’s name is Sevika Emery from the Rafina Pack.” Her voice was sharp with an icy tone.

"I am the Alpha King. I decide what is necessary. And I have decided that your little... outburst... requires explanation. And punishment." She met my gaze. Her eyes were cold. Empty. "Then explain," she said. "Explain why you allowed a man like him to kill a defenseless woman." "Defenseless woman?" I laughed. "She was a traitor and a conspirator. She was—" "She was your wife." The words hung in the air like a blade suspended over my head. "She was your wife," she repeated, her voice steady and unwavering. "And you ordered for her execution. Is that what you have planned for me? Is that what you plan to do when you get bored of me?"

The King grabbed Fiona's hand and began to massage it slowly. The maid smiled. "Fiona forgive me for all the evil I have done to you. I should have taken you as my wife. Perhaps you could have bared children for me." "My King i think you should get a new wife.Someone strong enough to give you children." "Yes! You are right. Would you be willing to be my wife?" Fiona smiled. "Yes I would. But I cannot share a husband. That is something I will never be able to do."l "Be my wife,that's the payment I am willing to give you!"

He carried the lessons learned from his own personal tragedy, using them to guide his kingdom with wisdom and empathy. Though the scars of his loss remained etched upon his soul, Alaric vowed to honor his wife's memory through acts of kindness and compassion. And as he looked upon the faces of his people, he saw glimpses of her spirit, a reminder that love and resilience could endure even in the face of the greatest of sorrows. In the kingdom of Myriad, the memory of their lost queen lived on, woven into the fabric of their collective history. And though the pain of her absence lingered, her legacy would forever be celebrated as a testament to the enduring power of love and the resilience of

Listening to them talk about their issues was calming until Sharon, the senator's wife spoke. “So Anna, tell us about your life? Did you really lose your memory?” “You don't have to answer any questions right now,” George told me. I nearly cried from relief. "Come on, Dad. You expect us to believe that this woman who appeared out of nowhere is your long-lost daughter?" Marianne asked. “I didn’t come looking for anyone,” I said, glaring coldly at her. It was George who looked for me. She ignored me, her eyes fixed on her father.

Queen chuckles at the end. “Oh, and the kids…” Natasha asked. “When I forget my memories, I lose control. But Jack told me I'm five months pregnant. I got a new purpose like more.” Queen smiles softly as she remembers her six kids. “And your husband?” Natasha asked carefully. Queen looked away for a second. Natasha held her breath to hear. “I… I don't remember anything about children's fathers. But Jack told me they were dead already. I had five mates. But all of them die in the war. That is why we were leaving from our pack when the incident happened.” Queen sighs helplessly.

I let her go and spent the coming years watching and enjoying what her time with me did to her. There was no light in her eyes, no flames in the words she spoke and no one seemed to give a shit…i found it funny and fulfilling, she stayed silent about it like it was a bad dream and i enjoyed watching her crumbled state trying to navigate through her pathetic existence. But she forgot me. She forgot everything, the light was back in her eyes and that bastard she married…i noticed how he looked at her, how the look in his eyes changed when she lost her memories.

Outside, the wind moved through the trees like an old friend returning. No longer a storm just soft and free. -------------------------------- Because some love stories aren’t made of grand beginnings… They’re made of the courage to begin again. And again. And always. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Author’s Note: By Ernest Brooks Dear beloved reader, When I first began writing The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife, I thought I was telling a story about loss of memory, of identity, of trust. But as the chapters unfolded, I realized it wasn’t just about what had been forgotten… it was about what could be remembered, rebuilt,

"I didn't dump you. I was mad, alright, but I—" "Don't lie," I said to him, my tone steadying. "You shamed me. You let your mistress talk down to me the moment she had a chance. You treated me lower than your maid. Gawddd! Callum, I was your wife not a plaything. We were married five years, there were other couples who were married longer with no kids but they did not try to kill their wives because their 'mistress' had an emergency. You shoved me when I begged for help.. You told me to stop faking it. That night, I lost everything." For an instant, there was guilt in his eyes. He was looking down at the ground, like he couldn't possibly look at me. "I… I didn't mean to—"

Together, they had burned like summer lightning. But their marriage wasn't a fairytale. It was war in silk sheets. Love, in the Forger household, came with conditions. And when Kourtney refused to be molded into a corporate trophy wife, the fire between them turned to ash. She had left. Or maybe he had pushed her out. All she remembered was the silence that followed—the kind that clings for years. Until last week. Until the gala. Until the fire. Back in the hospital, her bandaged fingers curled around a paper cup of water as her heart echoed every footstep beyond her door.