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

‎ ‎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."

This went on for about five minutes. Bianca’s vision was still swimming and her ears were ringing from impacts she only half-remembered receiving. Through a swelling eye, she saw the leader of the chaos kneel beside her. The woman grabbed Bianca’s chin and dug her fingers into her face. “You pathetic little slut. You think you can just seduce married men without consequences? You should expect much worse than this if you don’t stay away from my husband, you understand me? You look at him again… so much as breathe in his direction…. next time, it won’t be a dressing room. It’ll be a ditch. Consider this your last warning,” the woman hissed and shoved Bianca’s face away with disgust.

She was flourishing, not only existing. A part of him, the one that had once thought she was only a fragile item in need of defence, longed to snap her out of it. He wanted to remind her of the fragility he previously observed in her, the fragility he had vowed to guard. But suddenly she was unreachable. A queen in her own right.

“Just look at this beautiful life you’ve built for yourself.” And she does. She allows her eyes to wander, taking in everything she could proudly call hers. The big, luxurious house she found endless comfort in. Her husband, whom she loved dearly, even on his worst days, even when she swore she didn’t. And of course, the unspoken privilege that came with her brand new last name, unbridled and undeniably powerful. After all, the Castelli’s were one of the wealthiest families in the world, and so well respected that it was hard to find someone, somewhere, that didn’t know their name or power. And now, she was one of them. Now, everyone knew her name - or, at the very least, her titles. All tho

My voice faltered, but I caught it. Zarina still sat frozen — her gold dress glimmering beneath the light, but her shine had dulled. Because deep down… she knew. She hadn’t replaced me. She had merely stepped into the ruins of a castle someone else had built —without ever learning how the stones were laid. And now, those walls were collapsing around her. And no one — not even the woman who’d taken my husband’s heart — could rewrite that. I kept my smile. I didn’t raise my voice.

"I want to keep building Knight Industries into something that helps people instead of hurting them. I want to raise Sophia and James to be kind, strong people who stand up for what's right." Elena looked at Arthur in the moonlight. "And I want to wake up every morning for the rest of my life knowing that I'm loved by someone who sees my value instead of trying to diminish it." Arthur kissed her forehead. "You're going to get all of that and more." Elena leaned against Arthur's shoulder, feeling completely at peace. A year ago, she'd been Elena Sterling, the discarded wife who cleaned offices and slept in her car. Tonight, she was Elena Knight, successful businesswoman, loving mother, and pa

Give me back my wife's life! Tears and mucus streaked his face. His despair spread through the crowd. Many onlookers showed sympathy, and whispers and accusations rippled outward. "I heard the driver is a well-known female programmer, and her husband is even more powerful, that famous Prince…" "No wonder she's so arrogant. She killed someone and still acts like it's nothing." "The lives of the rich matter, but don't ours matter too?"

“Haha, Jasmine, you are not worthy of becoming Christopher’s wife. This ugly face of yours makes Christopher disgusted with you.” Jasmine looked at her with eyes full of hatred, but she tried to remain calm. “You will never be able to replace me, Valentina. I am the first and the last for Chris.” Valentina laughed loudly, her voice sharp and insulting. “You? You are nothing compared to me. Christopher chose me, not you. I will be his wife, I will be the mother of his children.”

“In this dynasty, women are not equal to men. They cannot take the imperial examination or hold office or open businesses. Intelligent women whom have the grit and worth to fight against men cannot serve me to my purpose as the future son of heaven. Some women are weak when it comes to bearing children. That wife had an illness which was incredibly vicious to her body. She became a shell of her former self due to my neglect. To take such abuse and then be put in a cage when in this strange country the customs are more free? I could not be a good husband if I took such a person back with me, I could never forgive myself. My thoughts would be on the mountain where the beast should be r