Lady Warrior's Wrath On Divorce Day นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She would rise from the ashes of her betrayal, stronger and more resilient than ever before, ready to reclaim her own destiny on her own terms. With a surge of defiance, Valeria pushed herself up from the bed, her voice ringing out with newfound strength. "No! I won't let you continue to manipulate and control me," she exclaimed, her words echoing in the confines of the room. Richie turned back to face her, his expression a mixture of surprise and anger at her sudden outburst. "What do you think you're doing?" he demanded, his voice laced with venom. Valeria squared her shoulders, her resolve hardening with each passing moment. "I want a divorce," she declared, her voice firm and unwavering.

Taking two steps backwards, I cleared my throat. ‘‘Uhm….’’ “I heard she's the cause of the war. Apparently she had an affair with the lycan king and now he wants to take her from the Alpha.’’ A lady muttered into the silence, her words echoing through the walls instead of the woman's ear she leaned into. “Will you be quiet!’’ The woman whom I suggested was the lady mother after a nice look, snapped at her daughter. But her gaze on me was nothing close to remorseful or friendly.

Heavy, expensive lavender and a musk that was supposed to be alluring but today felt like a suffocating cloud. "Duncan, darling," Katherine Brown whispered. She was wearing a robe that left very little to the imagination, her dark hair falling over her shoulders in perfect waves. She stepped over the debris, her eyes taking in the wreckage with a flash of hidden irritation. "You’ve been up all night. You’re destroying the place. Please, you need to settle your wolf." She walked up behind him, her hands sliding over his tensed back. "The divorce is final. She’s gone, just like we wanted. Why are you letting an Omega's daughter ruin your peace?"

I had gone through so much in one day I had been divorced, moved to a new territory, found out my fated mate had a potential bride, and been attacked by a supposedly dead wolf. All I wanted was to get to my bed so my body could finish healing. “I am tired and I want to rest. If the only things you have to offer are accusations then I would advise you to GET AWAY from my door immediately. You might outrank me here, but until today I was a Luna. I am stronger than you and I would not hesitate to remove you from my door. BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY.”

Lady Alcantara was the first to break the suffocating silence that had settled over the room, her voice slicing through the air like a whip. “You want a divorce, Zoey? Really? Do you even understand the gravity of what you just said?” Zoey didn’t flinch. She planted her feet firmly, her shoulders squared, and met Lady Alcantara’s gaze without a flicker of doubt. Her voice was calm, measured, but every word carried the weight of unshakable resolve. “I don’t care. I want a divorce. And I’m not changing my mind.”

"I don't need you to pick me up. I'm already back," I spat before marching straight up to Clement and slapping him twice. Then I tossed the divorce papers in his face. "Here's the divorce agreement. If you don't sign it, you're a coward. And I don't wanna see you again. You make me sick." The whole room fell into dead silence. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I grabbed the wine glass from the table and threw it right in Clement's face.

The Warrior’s Bride Fareeda stared at her father. He was doing well now. He woke up late in the afternoon and he was able to lift himself off the bed. He was even talking to her and he was being his rude self again. Some things could not just change. She had not returned home since Alexander left her here and she was even afraid to do so. She wondered what Anna would think of her now. She was a bad excuse of a wife and she knew it.

The invaders charged with cold madness—a crazy tide which desired to engulf them. Diva's feelings were a whirlpool—her anger, her sorrow, her terror—all entwined with an uncompromising determination to defend her people. Fists landed when she battled, every muscle in her frame shuddering with unreasoning strength. Steel rang, furious bellowing, and cries of the injured swirled through the chaos of battle that was picked up by the wreckage of the defeated stronghold.

“And what’s so wrong about it? Divorce happens all the time. Archer could divorce and remarry. Our Wendy is a Luther. Would marrying her really be such a step down for him?” Warren’s eyes sharpened, a mocking curve in his dark gaze. “Then let me ask you this—if some woman with a higher status than you came along and decided she wanted my father, would you divorce him and hand him over? Is that what you’re saying?” “What nonsense!” Lila snapped. “I’m your mother. How could I divorce your father? What kind of shameless woman would demand that of a married man? That would make her a mistress!” Warren’s brows lifted, his tone razor-sharp. “Exactly. Shameless. And yet here you are, pushing Wendy

Whatever they thought, she knew one thing for certain: there was no turning back now. An arrogant looking warrior, tall and weathered, yelled out from the crowd, “Yeah, but can she hit a moving target?” Some of the warriors around him laughed. Without hesitation, Jaiyana released the discus in his direction, severing the hair from the top of his head, smiling triumphantly as the discus returned to her. “Be confident, warrior, that if I had wanted to, I would have severed your head.” Her eyes were glowing brightly as she watched his stunned face, his hand feeling his newly shaved patch of scalp on his head.