Once Cast-off Wife, Now Untouchable Queen Novels & Stories

"This is part of the deal." He captures both of my wrists and draws them behind me, pinning them at the small of my back with one hand. With the other, I hear the metallic clink of his belt, the slide of leather through loops, and then the violent rip of lace as my panties are torn away. Shame burns hot under my skin, not from the exposure, but from the coldness in his touch. There's no tenderness. No warmth. Just control. My body is frozen, my throat tight with everything I want to say but know I can't. Because in this world, I’m not a woman. I’m a wife by contract. A pawn in a kingdom of men and tonight, the king wants his prize.

Women like her were nothing more than faint shadows, something people glanced at with curiosity before immediately forgetting. The first wife and the legitimate children were treated like treasures, while those like Ivanka… were expected to bow. Although she had never been greedy, her own inferiority always made it hard for her to breathe whenever she stepped into that mansion. She still remembered how she felt that day, walking through the dazzling hall with a restless heart, half fearful and half hopeful. Don Salvaria, the man she loved, had told her that as long as she behaved, she would not suffer any humiliation.

"High-caste families are always surrounded by the yapping of scavengers and reporters. My mother runs the Citadel's largest theater houses; her relationships with those Betas are purely for the stage. Do not listen to the howling of the commoners." What a pack of vultures, Victoria thought. The idea that Madison could ever replace Victoria’s mother was laughable. Samson’s wife came from the wealthiest bloodline in the territory; she was the pillar that held the Turner name upright. Samson and his wife lived separate lives, sharing only the compound and a mutual understanding of power, but no mistress would ever threaten that throne.

“Now you leave.” The words echoed in my head. “What about my things?” I asked. “You can take whatever you brought with you,” he said dismissively. “Everything else belongs to me.” Of course it did because legally… I was nothing. Not his wife. Not the child’s mother. Nothing. Rumbidzai crossed her legs elegantly, watching me like I was some kind of entertainment. “Oh, and Daphne?” she added sweetly. I looked at her. “Don’t try to come back,” she said. “This house was never yours.”

He cleared his throat lightly before speaking, "Everyone, please quiet down. We'll have to wait a while longer for the lucky draw. I have something to say on this celebration. You've probably heard about the difficulties we experienced in launching this game. Our team lacked experience with large-scale games, leading to some unresolved issues. Later, our cooperation with the Shaw family was delayed due to innovative skin designs. "When we approached designer Onyx, he was initially unwilling to help. It was only after someone convinced him that he agreed to join us. That person was Mr. Elliot’s wife, Miss Sophia. I want to express my gratitude to her. Not only is she beautiful, but she's also

Or her final words to me as she walked away. The scene where I pushed her out of my house onto the pavement three years ago began to flash through my mind. Her voice calling out to me in the dark, begging me to take her back, echoed in my ears. It was not something I could stop thinking about. At this point, it became clear I had f*ck*d *p. Foolish, blind, and greedy, I had let her slip from my hands. I let go of my pregnant, heiress wife for someone less.

He turned to Mary and his lips were unhesitatingly pecked by her. “Huh…?” She met Tony as a poor sad bastard — one who came from a wealthy family, but because of his perverted lifestyle, his parents temporarily disowned him. Since then, she has been the breadwinner — the one providing for him. Was this how she was going to get repaid? — in such a callous way! She wasn't deserving of this bullshit!

“You’re going to resign. Today. And you’re going to disappear so quietly, people wonder if you ever existed here.” He nodded, shame crawling across his face. She watched him leave. And then—finally—allowed herself to sit. Her hands trembled slightly as she placed them on her lap. Not from anger. But from grief. At exactly 9:17 p.m., Isla received a new envelope. No wax seal this time. Just a note written in the same careful script: That was the pawn. Now protect your King. — Q Isla stared at the words. And her mind raced toward only one possibility.

Nandini was crying because of her bad mouthing. " Mrs. Priyamvada malhotra don't you dare raise your voice on me and my wife. Keep your vendettas with you. Don't forget you were never the queen but the concubine of my father. My mother was the real queen of this palace. I respect you from the starting that doesn't means you will take it for granted. Nandini is my queen and the real and actual queen of this kingdom so be ready to crowned her as queen. I really love kabir and i remember everything but that doesn't means i will lost my humanity. I called you queen so that my father's reputation must not gotten affected that doesn't means i accepted you as my mother. My mother was mrs. Nyonika m