The Discarded Wife
They had just paraded her as their queen in front of the world, and now, in the absolute privacy of their domain, they were solidifying the crown.
Rhys knelt at the edge of the bed, his elegant fingers reaching up to carefully unfasten the intricate platinum clasp of the diamond choker. He pulled the heavy stones away, leaving only the raw, uncut emerald resting against her skin. "The diamonds are for the public, little bird," Rhys whispered, his lips pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her collarbone. "But the emerald... the emerald is the only truth that matters in this house."