Once Cast-off Wife, Now Untouchable Queen の小説・ストーリー

Certainly, they must have hated it. Once she was done, a small smile escaped her lips. She felt a sense of thrill she had never felt before. All those dreams she had in the past, all those desires for payback, all of those shame and humiiation she had to endure just because her mother was a commoner. Those days were long over and this marked a new beginning for her. "There has to be a mistake." The in laws in the room were starting to raise their voice as they rushed toward Vian to injure her but before any of them could do that, Adonis stepped forward and stared at them with a deadly gaze.

Silver stilleto heels completed my looks. I was looking so beautiful like I dreamt of, also I'm so happy if this wedding happens with my will, but to my back luck it's not, even I don't know the who's my groom except his name Aaron Gray. With this thought I sighed audibly. I don't know what my future helds for me, how's my husband is, and why he is agree with this selling and buying thing, well it's actually brokes me down from inside that my own mother is agree with this deal, my dadda whom I loved the most sold me to some billionaire, just for saving his neice's life. Well whom I'm kidding she's his family's blood and whom I'm to him, someone else's daughter. I chuckled sadly on my own tho

She is missing her siblings a lot. Abhinav didn't give her any permission to talk with them. Abhinav is so cruel to her that he has made herself to cut all ties with her friends also. He didn't give her any permission to leave this house. He said that he is providing everything for her in this house. So, there is no need for her to go out. Moreover, he has completely caged her. She is now a full-time puppet wife who is earning humiliation every day from her husband. Her dreams of being successful are now already shattered into pieces. In this house, she has every luxurious facility but no respect. She is cursing that day when Abhinav put vermilion on her head.

I’ve never wanted to make it official with anyone, well, except Adriana. Even when her stupid, incompetent father had tried to marry her off to me. There wasn’t really confirmation since the wedding never happened. And all the other episodes. We didn’t get married. She hasn’t been given an official title. Now that would change. Tonight, she’ll be the woman on my arm which everyone is curious about. And soon, she’ll be known as my wife. The Lycan queen. My queen. “Let go of me,” Adriana snaps through gritted teeth as she pulls away from my hold. Or should I say, attempt to.

That I'd had no other option. But those were lies. All of it was lies designed to protect me from the reality that I murdered my wife to save my mistress. I don't know who you were, Bianca. I lived with you for four years and I never bothered to learn your dreams, your fears, what made you laugh when you weren't just being polite. I reduced you to a function in my life, and when you stopped fulfilling that function, I considered you expendable. You deserved so much better. You deserved a husband who actually loved you, who saw you as a complete person rather than a role. You deserved to be chosen, to be prioritized, to be valued for who you were instead of what you could provide.

They were glorious in their shared sorrow, a united front against the world she had tried to poison. A tear, indistinguishable from the perpetual seepage from her injured eye, traced a path through the grime on her cheek. The tray trembled. She was not a guest, not a mourner, not even a spectator. She was the help, the woman from the pig sties, who allowed a fleeting glimpse of the paradise from which she was eternally exiled. The master's wife, noticing her stillness, shooed her away with a sharp, contemptuous wave. "Go on. Back to the sties where you belong or do you want to take my husband and kill me?" she snapped, a reminder that no one had forgotten her past.

"You think that word fixes what your family did? You used my name. My resources. And now you're my wife. A transaction to settle a debt your father was too much of a coward to pay himself." His eyes moved over the dress. It hung loose at her shoulders—she was narrower than Clara. He saw the fragility and filed it away as another performance. "Don't look so pathetic," he said. "You knew exactly what this was when you walked through those doors. You wanted the King name. The King money. Well, you have it now. Don't mistake this for anything else." A tear broke free. It cut through her makeup and slid down her cheek. The unfairness of it choked her. She hadn't wanted this. She'd been dragged he

She was abused, beaten, looked down on, and humiliated—yet she endured it all without resistance. They were the wealthy ones, the ones who gave orders she had no choice but to follow. Even after she married into wealth herself, she was still a nobody. But the tables had just turned. She hadn’t even begun to repay them for the humiliation they had put her through, turning her daughter against her, and yet they were already planning to get rid of her. But what if she decided to fight back?

The sharp crack of bone breaking meant nothing compared to the pain ripping through my chest. The phone was filled with texts from Anna. Every word—provocative, smug, vile—felt like poisoned needles stabbing straight into the base of my skull. "Don Brocchi said that for the sake of our baby, he'll give me everything you have. An infertile woman like you should've left the Brocchi family already…" Cassia knew. She had known all along. I shot up to my feet, ignoring the dizziness, and grabbed my car keys. Before I knew it, I had arrived at Anna's villa.

My nails dig into my palm. What is he saying? How is that any of our business? She can kiss the dust for all I care. I release a choked sound, forcing tears out of my eyes to pull a reaction from him. “What’s going to happen to us, then? Am I not worthy of being your wife? You want me to be a side chick forever while that thing stays in your house acting like a queen?” “You are overthinking things, Callie,” Grey says. “No, it’s exactly how it is. You are ashamed of me. I'm not good enough to be your wife.”