Her Ladyship's Spouse Novels & Stories

But apparently not to be gainsaid entirely, she added, "I will call on you, Mrs. Darcy, as soon as may be." "I will expect it," Elizabeth replied neutrally. As Lady Spode walked away, Lady Stewart said, "How is it that she always makes it sound like a threat?" "What I would like to know is how her husband managed to become a judge?" Sir Nicholas said. "If his head were any more full of hot air, he could float across the English channel." "Well, if it were not, how could he elevate his dear second wife to the level she desires?" Lady Stewart replied caustically. "Though with the lead weights she insists on donning..." She shrugged her shoulders.

exclaimed a slender middle-aged lady wearing royal red robes with a green tiara on her forehead. “My lady,” Helena greeted with a bow, which made me realize that she was the wife of the king whom Helena had met at that arena. The lady lifted her up gently and gave her a warm hug. “Dear girl, your place belongs here and not on your knees. May the Lord bless you today on your eighteenth birthday. I cannot express sufficient gratitude to have you in our lives," she kissed her forehead. “My lady, I have disappointed you and my lord-”

“Mary?” “The laird’s wife,” Gannon supplied.

Pretentious bitch– My eyes widened. What did I just say? “Wife?” Muttering with fake shock, she wrinkled her nose. “Oh, didn’t realise you were married.” Her eyes moved to my fingers and then to Killian’s, a bitter look flashed before her eyes. Her eyes slowly whisked to me, taking in my attire and then at my face. “Aren’t you Rara Morris? The daughter of Mathews Morris…” It should surprise me, but it didn’t. Mathews Morris was a well-known name. She’d known him, and his flaunting daughter—one he showed off at every party and gathering that could benefit him. “Glad to see you again, Rara.” She extended her hand. I took her hand unsurely.

Right? “Damien.” A tall, elegant blonde approached, her designer gown hugging her figure perfectly. She was beautiful. She was polished. She looked like she belonged here. Sienna already hated her. Damien’s smirk barely flickered. “Claire.” Claire’s gaze flicked to Sienna. “And this must be… the wife.” Sienna’s jaw clenched. Oh, she was going to hate this woman. She extended her hand, keeping her expression polite. “Sienna Lancaster.”

she asked, her tired voice making it sound like everyone who knew me ended up leaving me. She was not wrong. "That will never happen. Besides, his first wife cannot give him an heir. So he has every right to go ahead and marry his fated mate and the mother of his child," Lord Eldon explained. "Yes, that works. Then we will not send out the cards for Elgin and Madeline. Instead, it will be Graham and Madeline," Lady Abigail stated. As soon as she said it, the ground felt unsteady beneath me. My throat grew tight, and I cleared it.

Chapter Seven Mara POV Dorothy Voss was not what I expected. I had built her in my head as formidable. Elegant, yes, but cold in the way money made people cold. What walked through my door, slowly, with a cane she clearly resented, was something else entirely. She was small, sharp-eyed, and she looked at Lily the way starving people looked at food. Like she had been waiting a long time and was trying very hard not to show it. Lily, who trusted no one quickly, walked straight up to her.

“One that cannot be broken.” Releasing her hold, Bella signaled the youngest servant to hold the other end of the measuring fabric as they huddled around me. “Remember this, my lady, as long as you are married to the Valerius line, then the wife and princess consort of the grand heir could only be you and no one else.” Standing frozen in the middle of the bustling servants, my mind once again plunged deeper into the abyss. What have I really gotten myself into? A cold shiver run up my spine thinking of the hundreds of noble ladies competing for the place of that devil’s wife.

She looked exactly like a good wife. It turned out everything had been made up. Every business trip had been fake. Maybe guilt had gotten to her, so she had used an even more obvious cover, trying to make me feel loved while making herself look like a good wife. Every dish served at the reception was expensive, but none of it tasted like anything to me. When it was time to make the rounds for the toast, they came to our table. Sinead looked a little awkward, and so did the friends around her. Still, they all played along well enough. One of Sinead's timid friends almost called me by name, but Sinead stopped her in time.

“Well, it seems like you're the one who doesn't know your place and will be out of your job once I'm done with you.” “What do you mean by that, sir?” Her eyes turned gloomy with shock. “Sir, I was only trying to help. You can ask Mrs. Dorothy; I was siding with her!” My gaze shifted from Sophia to the pink lady, and I noticed she was no longer energetic. She looked a little distressed now that Casper was in the picture, and I wondered what kind of relationship they had in the past. “What did you mean it was a minor situation?” Casper continued. “The woman you're trying to put out is my wife-to-be, and you have just insulted the royal family. How do you plan to pay for that?”