Once Cast-off Wife, Now Untouchable Queen นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"The clinic network is expanding. Your foundation is changing lives. Mia is thriving. Tara is growing. And we have each other." I turned in his embrace and kissed him deeply. The future stretched before us filled with purpose and love. I had reclaimed my empire, my identity, and my power. More importantly, I had learned to protect my peace and open my heart wisely. The woman who once cooked and cleaned in silence, enduring disrespect to preserve an illusion, no longer existed. In her place stood Nora Hamilton Cole. A mother. A leader. A wife who chose herself first and found everything she needed. The crown was no longer a drawing or a dream. It was mine. Solid. Deserved. And shared with tho

“She’s damaged goods, Kai. A discarded wife from a weak family that couldn’t even hold onto their own merger. And you’re parading her around like some kind of trophy? Do you have any idea how this looks?” I closed my eyes, the words cutting deep. To everyone I was just a discarded wife of the Moretti family, the wife that couldn’t sustain her marriage and was thrown out by her family, the woman that is throwing herself at another powerful man because the other rejected her. They weren’t entirely wrong after all I was casted away by my family and I had lost everything. Kai’s reply was steady. “It looks like I’m doing what I want.”

Elena replied, her voice carefully modulated to maintain the facade of the obedient wife. Beneath the silk, her skin was still hypersensitive, humming with the phantom weight of Killian’s hands and Jaxon’s mouth from the night before at the ridge. The psychological whiplash was staggering. Less than twenty-four hours ago, she had been crowned a sovereign in a mountain fortress. Now, she was standing in her own dining room, waiting for her three executioners to walk through the door as honored guests.

She knew she was drugged with an aphrodisiac. She needed to leave, or else she would fall into the arms of this old pervert. She now understood everything, including the words of her uncle asking her to satisfy him. She was sold by the only family she had. She felt betrayed, but she wouldn't let them have their way. Why must she let them obtain what they want, with her as the price? And without hesitation, she picked up the wine bottle and pierced her right arm, just around her shoulder, blood trickling down her arm and dropping on the floor. This action attracted attention and murmurs among the crowd, but no one stepped in to help.

"Wife? Like seriously, you are considering your ugly self as my wife? The multimillionaire Sebastian Knight's wife? Then listen you are nothing but a gold digger. How much I wish you had seen your ugly self before considering your worthless self as my wife. Your face isn't worth spat upon, you fucking whore. This marriage is nothing to me. You are nothing to me. You are just a low-class girl. How could you even think that you can be my wife? You won't even fit as my maid. Have you even seen this type of clothes in your entire life? What am I saying? Your full family never saw the dress even in their dream. You are not worthy of wearing this dress you bitch" "Ma'am, are you okay?" The manage

' ' You mean you still have your V card? ' Ron seriously is that the only part you heard?' I give him a glare. ' of course not I heard the whole thing I was just curious and who the fuck is James?' ' Oh right that's the maid who acts like the woman of the house her name is actually Jaimee but James suits her fucking better the worst part is my dear husband doesn't care.' 'And the old dude?' he asks. 'Imagine he was the one who forced me to go to the stupid gala when we got there he just talked to a bunch of random people next thing I know the old fucker comes to us with his date...' I pause as flashbacks came flooding into my mind.

She held onto me like a drowning woman, softly sobbing into my chest. There I stood, I, One of The Three, the King of my tribe, endowed with incredible powers, yet feeling small and insignificant at that moment, unable to help my daughter, unable to erase my wife’s tears, unable to protect my family. Slowly, a new determination came over me. Perhaps there was another way around this. Kissing my wife on the forehead, I pulled her to look at her beautiful face. “We have another opportunity, my Queen. But the question we have to find an answer to my dearest wife is– whom did she betray us to, and how do we kill them?”

They were listening. “You all remember the near century Bastion and I held court here. Our union not only lasted centuries but his own wife abandoned him with their youngest child. She abandoned her eldest child. She abandoned her station. She abandoned her realm. And still. She comes crawling back into his arms and he is lifeless towards me. She is a caster and she did what she does. She fixed her station with potions and words.” She paused to let them think a moment.

Because everyone knew she was from a very poor background and had no mother and father, they had always thought she married Stephen for his money. Well, they found the perfect maid for their hardworking and it was time to send her packing. Avery's face burned with shame and anger. She knew Jane was wrong, but she couldn't find the words to defend herself. How could she explain that she really did love her husband, despite all the hurt and anger she was feeling? Before Avery could respond, Jane continued her tirade. "You know what, Avery?" she said, her eyes gleaming with malice. "I don't think you even deserve to be here, even as a maid. You should be out on the streets, begging for scraps."

The coachman doubted as he handed me my gaitou. ‎“No need good sir, get some rest, I will be just fine” I informed calmly, as I grabbed mother's gift now wrapped in fine linen and strided into the palace with my head hung low from shame. ‎Most wives were taken home by their husbands but mine abandoned me on the streets like I was garbage to him. ‎ ‎“A queen is not supposed to lower her head even at her lowest. She is to ensure that she hangs her head up at all times with pride” A gentle feminine voice boomed infront of me.