Her Ladyship's Spouse Novels & Stories

Ophelia asked after letting the old woman catch her breath. "I'm afraid I cannot let you know," Lady Leslie shook her head at Ophelia. "I was married to Finlay, their son before his death," Ophelia provided what she had been wanting so badly to hide. But now, she had no option. "So you were Luna of the Crimson Paw pack?" "Aye," "I see," Lady Leslie uttered from the bed she was seated in.

Charles’ eyebrows knitted together slightly as he said, “Didn’t you say girls crave companionship? That couple were boyfriend and girlfriend, while we’re husband and wife. Don’t you think that makes companionship even more necessary?” Charles reached out to take Noelle’s hand. Stunned, Noelle felt the urge to pull her hand away, but she resisted.

“Apologies for the intrusion, sir. Madam’s people are here.” The words barely register at first. But soon it did. Madam’s people. Elise’s people? I turn slowly to Sparrow, my jaw tightening. “Madam?” Sparrow hesitates. “That is… I mean… Lady Elise.” My irritation spikes. “I’m not married to her. Yet.” Then everywhere goes silent. I look back at Ingrid, expecting her to be impassive. And maybe unaffected. But she’s not. She's not impressive and definitely not unaffected.

She stopped and rolled her eyes. “Did Isabelle left her portrait in here?” she asked to herself. I furrowed my brows at her question. “Did Lady Isabelle left the mansion? Why? Was she kicked out? But why?” “Don’t call her ‘Lady Isabelle’ anymore. She’s no longer my brother’s wife. And for your information, she wasn’t kicked out. It’s part of the process in voiding the marriage and the rejection process,” she explained. My eyes widened at Shahida’s information. Is that why Apollo told him he’s going to make everything fall into place? Is this what he was talking about?

“Is there a lot of protocol and stuff I ought to know? I mean, I’m not exactly princess material.” He laughed and nuzzled her throat. “You’ll do fine, my love. Don’t worry so.” Andrea shrugged her shoulder, dislodging him. “I’m serious! What’s expected of a...what am I now, anyway?” “Lady wife. And as for what’s expected...you can have charge of running the household affairs of the citadel, if you like.”

She said, “Surely you haven’t forgotten that I am a Pendragon too, just like my mother,” “Of course you are, your highness…” Lady Colone said with a smile fluttering her fan and hiding her face behind it so that only her deceitful eyes were glinting as she looked at Elinor. “What my wife was trying to say, is that your highness had always been set to become the next queen, so there is no one to take over the title of the Pendragons,” said the count, The deceitful woman’s husband and the one who seemed to be orchestrating this third rate show.

Lady Byrne was rapt with undivided attention like a child listening to the most entrancing tale. "That's the real story. I know it is hard to believe, but I hope you don't think less of me after this." Ava said as she finished her story. To her surprise, the lady cast a dreamy look at her and sighed. "The duke is so gallant." Ava frowned. Her husband was anything but gallant. He'd never paid special or generous attention toward women, regardless their social status, though he would take courteous action if necessary. However, she let the comment pass and took the lady's hand. "I hope you still consider me as a friend?"

remarked Lady Johnson, the wife of the Secretary of War, who never liked the Countess. Her words sparked a wave of agreement among the ladies. Though the Countess managed the household, she was still the Earl’s second wife. Most of these noblewomen would never genuinely befriend a second wife who usurped the main wife’s role. They wouldn’t want their own households to follow such an example.

I never break my rules. Not for money. Not for loyalty. And certainly not for anyone else’s wife. Yet here I was, standing in a room where power whispered from every corner. The polished mahogany tables gleamed under soft chandeliers, men in tailored suits whispered deals, and yet all I could see was her. Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me.

she said in a calm voice "I do not expect your trust, not after everything. But I care about Jasper. All I ask is a chance to look after him, or at least to see him." Her words touched me, but not enough to persuade me. "I cannot allow that." She frowned, looking annoyed. "What right do you have to stop people from seeing him?" I felt strong possessiveness rise in me. I lifted my chin. "I am his wife," I stated proudly, daring her to disagree. She only smiled a smug smile, her eyes shining with a smug "Hate to tell you this," she said slowly, "but have you not heard? Marriages to the removed king were canceled. All his other wives left and went back to their packs."