Romans & histoires Once Cast-off Wife, Now Untouchable Queen

“Like I never existed. Like we were never anything.” Elena walked closer, her hand softly squeezing Valeria's. “He tried to break you, Val. Publicly humiliated you. But look where you are now. You have your own empire. You own legacy. ” Valeria smiled bitterly. “And yet the thought of standing in the same room with him makes me want to vanish.” Elena took her hand. “You’re not the same woman he left behind. You’ve got power now. You'll walk into that gala with your head high and your heels higher and show him what he lost.”

“Green isn’t a good colour on you, honey. But maybe that’s because it’s your natural tint, and like everything you were born with reeks of poverty and filth.” “You weren’t wealthy before you got married to Noah!” Wendy raised her voice. “But I am now!” Natalia reported. “Without him, you’re nothing. How are you able to get so much and still look plain?” Wendy said. “Says the one who bagged a daughter with a failed relationship and a ruined life. Failed single mom awards go to you, girl.” Natalia said, surprising herself. Then she blew her a kiss. “Y-you! You bitch!” Wendy stomped her foot.

At the edge of the forest, a massive shadow detached itself from the trees. Thane, the exiled Shadow Beta, knelt in the mud before me. He didn't look at my ruined tunic or my empty hands. He looked at me like I was the sun. "My Queen," he rasped. "The others are waiting. Shall we begin the deprivation?" "Everything," I commanded, looking back at the glowing lights of the manor. "Strip them of everything."

A part of her very soul. She looked down at her hands, at the dirt and grime that had been her shield, her armor. She wiped them on her apron, a slow, deliberate motion. She was no longer a victim. She was no longer a pawn. She was the Omega Queen. And she had a kingdom to save.

“You built your empire with my father’s money. My name opened doors for you. My silence covered your mistakes. So when I leave, I’m not just walking away—I’m taking back what’s mine.” His face hardened. “You can’t—” “Watch me.” And with that, I turned and walked into the bedroom. The same one we used to share. The same one he’d made foreign with his absence. I didn’t cry. Not tonight. Tonight, I burned the girl who waited up for her husband. And in her place, I became a woman he’d wish he’d never underestimated. I didn’t slam the door. That would’ve given him too much satisfaction—proof that he still had power over me.

The air in Elan Vogue’s conference room shimmered with tension as Isla crossed one long leg over the other, brushing the silk of her charcoal colored dress softly. A single glance from those stormy grey eyes silenced the whole room. This was her realm now. This was her throne. Her kingdom. Today she was here, not as the wife of a Blackwell. Not as the woman who was wronged. Now she was a woman reborn from ashes. A woman rising as a phoenix.

The stormline whispered to me, not in anger, not in fear, but in quiet understanding: the future would be ours to forge, and Lyla would be its light. She would learn the line, and she would hold it. And together, we would ensure the valley’s guardianship endured. Suddenly I had a voice coming from afar, a maid was seen running towards me and with a kind of face I didn't understand. I knew something was going wrong. “ My queen , the….. Your ex husband errmmmm……We heard that king Ronan returned to his palace alive” She said stuttering, how is this possible, I don't even care anymore.

‎ ‎In her mind— If only these two fools standing in front of her knows that they don't even worth her sight, not to talk of her attention. ‎ ‎The snitch she once considered a friend, was so eager to flaunt the garbage she had already dumped for her at her face. ‎ ‎And the other one, the guy she had bestowed wealth upon with her influence in the society think she wasn't worthy of him. ‎ ‎She couldn't wait to see the look on their faces once they realize she wasn't whom they thought of her to be. ‎ ‎With an unbothered expression, she calmly told them to carry on. "I see. Then, carry on"

She walked over and crushed the phone beneath her heel. “Did you really think you could still command them?” she asked, her voice dripping with disdain. I lowered my gaze, my heart shattering. I knew exactly what kind of punishment servants faced for defying the family. I had witnessed it before and wouldn’t wish it on anyone. “You see, they no longer answer to you,” she continued, crouching down and gripping my chin forcing me to meet her eyes. "You have been replaced."