Her Ladyship's Spouse Novels & Stories

He expressed coldly and left the poor lady alone. She hold the hem of the dress filled with sadness. Lady Gila Splauding, a lady in her early 20's, considered the most beautiful noble lady in the kingdom, daughter of Maverick Splauding, prince George favourite cousin, engaged to the powerful dread Lord Simon Sebastian. But right now, that is all it will ever be. When exactly will he consider her to be his future wife? When will he fall for her? Those thoughts filled her with pain and despair, when? But one thing is certain, she won't give up.

Ismene nodded. “Did Lady Kyltië continue that tradition?" she asked. “No. It fell to the wayside. Lady Kyltië was young and pampered. She didn’t care for cultivating ties with the other spouses. She would rather spend her time decorating the main House and ordering people around." I shrugged. “Well, once I have acclimated and we’ve had our wedding, I would like to host your fellow council members' spouses, wives and husbands. Though does that mean I invite Lord Zeus and Lady Athena?" she pondered.

Spencer was still staring at Ava when Taylor noticed and gave him a signal to stop staring at her because Ava didn't like it. "So, when do I start working with Miss Lily? I am less busy right now." Ava quickly looked at him and shook her head. "I am sorry, but it is Mrs Lily. Just like Taylor said, I am married to her nephew. Ava quickly cleared the air as she knew Spencer only called her that to get her reaction, but she was proud of being married to Lucas, and she didn't want anyone playing with it. Mind my manners, Mrs Lily. So, what do you know about fashion?

"Luckily or not, Lily grew up to be a carbon copy of her pretty mother." The young woman curtsied even deeper, her voice clear, but slightly nasal. "Liliane of Spycer greets your Majesty." The King's brows twitched but that was the only reaction he showed to the changed first name. "Take a seat, my niece. Your husband is still at sea, I suppose?"

"How does it feel? To take what belongs to others?" Reyna's lips twitched, but she said nothing. "You know, when I came to Eldermoor, I did my research, as I am someone that is very curious. Thirty-four years ago, Lord Vesper was married to a tall, beautiful woman. She was the love of his life, and she wasn't you. No, she was your best friend. Or so she thought." Morginna watched the dry gulp that traveled down the woman's throat, her polished composure begining to fracture.

"I am not here to be the lady of any house. We are not married, nor will we ever be." Both maids gasped in unison, their eyes widening in shock. "But why, my Lady?" Hilda blurted out. "You are finally back... and Master Thorne has been searching for you everywhere." "What about the former Lady of the house?" I countered, brushing past them as I kept moving forward. I needed to see my son. Now. "She was his legal wife.” Hilda hurried her steps to keep pace with me, speaking in a hushed, cautious tone. "The former Lady... she left years ago..."

Within an instant, Catherine shot to her feet. The chair legs scraped across the floor with a piercing screech. “No! Simon, listen to me!” She turned to my parents with a pleading look before turning back to me. “Robert, we’ve been working together for many years. Divorce will only hurt both sides. Georgia’s only temporarily infatuated with that kid. I’ll teach her a lesson when I get back!” Jane snorted. “Catherine, looking at all the arranged marriages in our circle, no one can put up with such a disrespectful marriage! We’ve shown you enough respect!

“Sure.” She ran over quickly. “Is Mr. North here too? To be honest, I so much envy your marriage. I want to have one like yours too! In fact, one of my criteria for choosing a husband is that he must be as handsome as your husband and also as romantic as he is.” Lisa smiled wryly, her lightened mood dissolving as the lady went on and on about her dear loving husband who in truth was on his way to having a baby with someone else who wasn’t her.

“He is of the men who burn the witches and in which he takes great pleasure. He spoke of disposing myself by fire so often that I heeded not his threats. I should have run, but where to go?” “Who be thy husband?” asked the voice from the darkness. “Sir Johnathan Edgar, Baron of Cloustgarten.” “Ye be Lady Edgar?” exclaimed the voice with dismay. “I find myself in high company, milady.” The deep breath she took sounded as if it was something she found difficult to do. “Forgive my saying such, but death would be a finer thing than living with one so evil as the bastard thee is tethered to by marriage. Though, I agree to wishing it be not by flames.”

“She’s a competent secretary. In fact, my father recommended her, but if you’re uncomfortable with her-” “You’re the one who will work with her. She’s even recommended by your father. I don’t need to be comfortable with her.” Belle turned around to face Nikolai. Her heart was beating fast when he kneeled in front of her. “Your opinion matters to me.” The way he was looking deeply into her eyes was sending shivers down her spine. “Isobelle, you are my wife.” “We’re only staying married for Liam.”