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

With this spell Everytime my husband hurt me he would feel my pain ten fold. Let him touch me again, he forgets I am a future queen, the future queen who he will never be equal to, he may be future king of Nashard but I am the rightful queen of Mascovania the kingdom in which his tiny kingdom resides inside of. He may hurt me but he will feel my pain with me. We will hurt together. That bastard.

Instead, she steps right into my space, eyes sharp enough to cut glass. “What exactly do you think you’re doing?” she snaps. I blink, confused. “Doing… what?” She laughs once, harsh, humorless. “Don’t play stupid with me. I don’t know what pathetic game you’re running, but hear me clearly.” She tilts her chin up, venom dripping from every word. “He is my Husband. I am the queen, the only queen. And nothing, especially not a whore like you, is going to change that.” The insult hits, but I keep my expression calm.

"If they are, they’re about to find out that a Laurent never forgets a debt. And they’re about to find out what happens when you touch my daughter." Isabelle squeezed her hands, her eyes burning with a fierce, protective light. "No one will ever hurt you again, Crystal. From this second on, you are the most protected woman in this country. You aren't just a designer or a receptionist. You are a Laurent. And the world is about to bow to you." Crystal looked at the DNA results again. She thought of the Vales. She thought of Savannah’s sneers and Ethan’s cold indifference. I was never a nobody, she realized, a new spark of fire igniting in her chest. I was a Queen living in a cellar.

The reflection was pale and thin, eyes filled with fear yet also an eerie numbness born of total despair. That was me—Sophia Lane. The unwanted daughter of the Lane family, pushed forward as a substitute. The despised wife in the Caldwell home. No. Not anymore. Ethan Caldwell, you were right. I’m just a placeholder. But even a placeholder has its use. You gave me the title of Mrs. Caldwell, this so-called shelter—this prison—and the privilege of witnessing all your ugliness. So why shouldn’t I use it? You all think I’m weak, easy to trample, disposable?

', I nodded, fresh lines of tears dampening my cheeks. I'm Saanvi advait singh, a low class girl who married my prince charming, an actual prince but not everyone's story is fairytale, mine's not for sure...I never deserved his deception, hate, anger and disgust but I received this all as my wedding gift. I'm his wife but namesake wife and I'm nothing more than a servant of these giant four walls. And this is my love story build on pillars of hate, vageance and regrets! A sinless beauty often lures the darkest devils, obscured in an overcast waiting to ravage on her scrumptious body...

But he rejected each and everyone of them after defilement. They were losing hope until he laid his eyes on her, and he wanted her, so they gave her out and according to him she was able to satisfy him. So he took her as a wife. Her life turned south since then with the constant abuse she got from his family and clan members, until she decided to change. To kill anyone that dared insult her. That was how she got her respect as the Queen of the kingdom. Even Magnus couldn't do anything because she would kill him if he dared.

King Atticus took his place and introduced Rithambara to everyone , " meet Rithambara, wife of Augustus and your future queen. She is daughter of my friend, Vikram Singh Rajput . Though they are married according to her culture, they will be married according to our rituals. Prepare the palace ." Claps were heard all around. Some were happy for their beloved prince ,some were fuming with jealousy while someone was looking at Ritha with keen interest. Author's Note

“If you think being a wife is only about appearance, you are gravely mistaken, Gevan. A good husband should support his wife, not insult and humiliate her in front of their child and family. Have you forgotten that I have stood by your side for the past ten years? We have been together since we were teenagers. From the time you had nothing until you became a billionaire. When you were mocked and underestimated, who defended you? It was me! Me, Gevan! I even gave you my family’s assets to help you build your business! Without my help, you would have never become a billionaire!” Sheena’s emotions began to flare. Mrs. Medyna snorted. “Such a calculating woman!” Sheena turned to her mother-in-la

“You took an abandoned woman, gave her everything, status, a new name, wealth, affluence, and power.” He paused and added, “And see how she turned you to a laughingstock.” Elliot chuckled. “Laughingstock?” “It seems you've still not grasped the gravity of the situation, Elliot.” Mr Vance smirked, “Have you thought of what would happen should this news spread? That a woman, the ex-wife of the Whitmore, of no noble family deceived you so adeptly?” “Dad, you're mistaken.” Elliot laughed. “She didn't just deceive me. She deceived you, and the entire Vance family.”

“Our dear Edward has expressed his intention and affection.” “Yes, my Queen.” The King says with a gentleness reserved for only her. “We cannot ignore the facts though. A servant will be viewed as unworthy.” The halls of this temple are filled with the muffled footsteps of women deemed unworthy. Women mated too far above their reach, to men deemed entitled to only the best kind of woman. The kind of woman that isn’t her. Prettier. Thinner. Younger. Wealthier. “She is the daughter of Alpha Gabriel Andjety. She is not some low born slave, your majesty.” The Queen quietly retorted. Her smile coquettish.