Hoàng Hậu Tái Hôn นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I can see that you have managed to spread your wings here in the palace. I highly recommend you learn some manners, Princess Edina would have taught you that. Your situation would have improved by now because it's embarrassing to keep comparing your life to your current circumstances. I suppose you're used to embarrassment though." "Slowly, you've begun to climb back up the royal ladder. I heard that you're pregnant. How did you even manage that? I thought you hated the king, but behind all the scenes, you've been getting into his bed and now you're pregnant with his child, fully aware that he has a fiancée..." "Hard... he had a fiancée... Come on, Rebecca, you need to stop living in the pa

At first glance, she was not stunning, but she was pleasant to look at. Before undergoing plastic surgery, Dominic and Paige were childhood sweethearts, innocent and carefree, a perfect match. However, after the surgery, it was clear that Dominic and Paige no longer matched each other. A man like Dominic, isn't he just a typical "phoenix man"? This phoenix man is quite interesting, stringing along Hannah, with some ulterior motive, yet seemingly without any motive. But regardless of whether he had ulterior motives or not, just the fact that he already had a de facto marriage and a son, Jessica would never allow him to appear in front of Hannah again.

“This should be… memorable.” When the call ended, Julie—now head of PR for Aurelia Luxe—entered the office, iPad in hand. “I just saw the partnership details,” she said cautiously. “It’s his company. You okay?” Anne stood and walked to the window, staring out at the skyline she once knew. “I’m not just here for a project, Jules,” she said softly. “I’m here for closure. And revenge.” Julie lowered her voice. “You sure you’re ready for this? Seeing him again? Seeing them?”

CSelena Today I want to have fun, I want to go on a date with Darien. But because of the trouble caused by that woman, I haven’t been able to go anywhere. Even half of the wealth Darien once had disappeared because of that shameless woman. It’s so infuriating, she’s a wretched woman who only accused Darien of wrongdoing. The truth is, after her divorce, she kept lingering around Alpha King Kairos. And then, just like fate was on their side, they got married.

He didn’t smile, but his gaze softened — the kind of softness only I could detect. The room fell completely silent as he stepped forward and joined my father. The Albournes followed behind — his mother graceful, his father regal. Two royal lineages, side by side. “Tonight,” my father announced, “marks the beginning of a union forged not in convenience, but in destiny. As of midnight, by the laws of the royal seal, Valerie and Leon shall be bound… in marriage.” Shock. Applause. Whispers. So many emotions swirled in the room.

One month later... Life had finally settled into something resembling normal. Hart Group had resumed full operations. Blackwell Holdings had returned to business. The Serpent Circle was gone. The Patron was presumed dead. For the first time in years... The newspapers weren't filled with scandals. Instead... One headline dominated every front page. THE WEDDING OF THE CENTURY. Adrian Blackwell and Elena Hart to Marry This Autumn. --- Inside the Hart Mansion... The living room had become complete chaos.

"If you regret it now, for old time's sake, I can give you a chance. "Stay by my side. Granted, I can't offer you a legitimate status, but at least you'll continue to live like royalty. Surely that's better than being shackled to a corpse and living a sexless, miserable life!" I looked up and met his gaze. Then, all of a sudden, I chuckled. "Rowan." Holding his stunned gaze, my voice was clear and calm. "Do you… have a special interest in your sister-in-law?" Rowan's pupils abruptly contracted. "What… what did you just say?" For the first time, his voice carried a trace of fear.

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

"So that's the reason you don't sleep in the same room with your husband under royal protocol? And you still love a man who even has a second wife and two children?" "Benedict has another wife? How is that possible? He.... he was married to Maria when he left me." I laughed sarcastically. "That's exactly what happened. He's remarried, and he doesn't even really love his first wife. So you're still hoping for a man like that? You think he'll love you someday when he's moved on so quickly to a new woman after his wife's death?

Her story became a testament to the strength of the human spirit and the capacity for change, inspiring others to confront their own demons and forge a path towards redemption. And so, Queen Elizabeth embarked on a lifelong mission to atone for her past, vowing to make amends and restore the honor that had been tarnished. In her determination to rise Princess Sophia and King Alaric's union was one filled with joy, love, and mutual respect. As they embarked on their journey together as husband and wife, Sophia's genuine warmth and compassionate nature endeared her to King Alaric, bringing light and happiness into his life.