Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

All right, we can't stop from that. Now let me call: The Laxamana and Montefalco Empire. Let us give them a round of applause," said the host loudly as the sound of people's clapping thundered as the Montefalco couple entered. I could see in Maria's eyes the great joy of seeing her again. He wanted to approach her, but he remembered that she was no longer his daughter. When the Montefalcos sat down, the Laxamana couple came in next, and then Mrs. Marimar Laxamana came on the red carpet because she was a widow five years ago. People were confused by Maria's standout appearance in her evening dress, with its open back and long slit at the hem, with her plump and white thighs, and more. The ib

“You don’t have a boyfriend, and there’s no one else you’re interested in. So why not me? Back in Rome, I didn’t say anything because your uncle was there. But from now on, I’m going to chase after you seriously—no more holding back.” Emily was taken aback, unsure of what to say. “Jackson, you…” “Enough,” Jackson cut her off. “Neither Nathan nor Vincent ever truly chased after you, did they? Well, get ready, Emily. You’re about to experience the royal treatment. You’ll feel like a princess.” Before Emily could protest, Jackson lifted her up in his arms, twirling her in the air with a mischievous grin. Emily squealed, startled by the sudden movement. “Jackson, put me down! Are you crazy?”

It tugged at her heartstrings. "Look, Noelle, do you see that car across the street? A Rolls-Royce Phantom, that's for the super-rich, almost like Charles, huh?" Rowena had spotted the car, too, and rested her hand on Noelle's shoulder, clucking her tongue in awe. Just then, Charles's call came through, and Noelle answered. His voice was smooth and soothing, "When a wife goes out with someone else, a husband worries and has to follow!"

Chapter Three; The balcony collision Adrian's POV; The conversation was going great until the princess started making moves on me. Her fingers dragged as she placed them in my hand. I pretended not to understand what she was trying to do, she moved her seat closer until our seats were touching each other. Her gown had a slit cut on her upper thigh. She let her gown freely expose her thighs, I looked up to her face and she gave me a smile. “This is the kind of woman, my mother had selected to be the next queen”

Crystal Vale stood in the corner of her husband's living room and watched the world forget she existed. The party roared around her crystal chandeliers, flowing champagne, guests draped in designer labels. The Vale mansion sprawled behind her like a small kingdom: forty rooms, a private theater, art worth more than most countries. And at the center sat Ethan Vale. Her husband. The man who hadn't looked at her once in their one year of marriage. He was devastating handsome. Blond hair, jaw carved from marble, blue eyes like arctic ice. This man could give Apollo a run for his money. Then again Ethan was a freaking billionaire.

Then they toasted with a signal from His Majesty the King. Fuschia thought it wouldn't be bad if she could score another point from the King who had looked after her well all this time. In the past, when she was late in her pregnancy, Fuschia called him Royal Father, and it made him so happy that he gifted her a rare pink diamond necklace. That same person who later also witnessed her nearly executed in public for a crime she never committed. Seeing Fuschia getting too much attention from the King, Her Majesty the Queen clench her fork and knife. She hated it the most when His Majesty the King, her husband, met Fuschia because he would praise Fuschia endlessly.

Lady Fin was known for her kindness and gentle nature, a stark contrast to the more formidable presence of the king’s other wives. No. 4: The Ropok Kingdom, governed by King Locetag Lidu, a man in his forties with a single wife. Rumors swirled around the palace about a mysterious beauty hidden in King Locetag’s harem, but no one had seen him with another woman, earning him the title of the Loyal King, Loyal Husband. His wife, Queen Rose Pose, was the daughter of the king of the third great kingdom, Sitaga. Queen Rose was known for her calm demeanor and political acumen.

Talia couldn’t stop laughing as she watched her sister in law children playing hide and seek. They were so cute and lame. How could they be foolish like that? Because she was heavy, she was now moving around in a wheel chair and had been staying in the palace for a few weeks now. The queen wasn’t taking any chances. She was in her last trimester and she just looked like a huge ball. Her husband appeared holding her favorite dumplings and she shoved one into her mouth the second the plate landed on her thighs. She was enjoying her food so well when the pain started. She screamed and threw away the plate.

The latter was interesting, but it was not as intriguing as knowing his intimate love affairs. Lucas Nicholas Alexander was the most sought after bachelor in town, a literal playboy, a man who changes girlfriends faster than flipping books. He dated a good deal of girls. Not just ordinary girls, but the diamond of the first water type. He'd been in a relationship with a supermodel, the president's daughter, the Queen's niece, and a beauty queen, but none of them lasted a year. Then the restless playboy meets Alexandria Angelstone, the woman who tamed the playboy's elusive heart, and he ends up marrying her, much to everyone's chagrin.

He made a plan with Davis Pringle and Vivian Bermain to find the henchmen as well as two-faced, ten-hearted names within the royal family. Before he could find it in the royal family, he found a spoiled ham named Rebecca Peckhaim. What an unexpected income. Fortunately, the times she was with her, Robert plotted, stole and tampered with some confidential information inside Peckhaim family. See how they manage this time. Thanks to their precious daughter, Robert seems to be about to get what she wants. As he was about to get up, Rebecca Peckhaim pushed him straight down from the chair. She casually took a glass of wine and threw it directly at Robert. His face burned with anger, pretending to