روايات وقصص ضمن Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife

He was a royal Prince from the ancient House of Khoshorbhan and one of the wealthiest men on the planet. Sometimes it still seemed incredible to Pamela that someone like her should have ended up working so closely for such a powerful man. She could tell that people were often surprised when she told them what she did for a living. That he who could have anyone should have chosen her. What did she have that a thousand more well-connected women didn’t have? That was what everyone always wanted to know.

She even had such a graceless nickname. However, everybody had to start somewhere. Although Susan did not have a good background, she was impressive enough to be able to get out of that place and become the secretary’s wife. Not to mention that she was a mistress before becoming his wife. Jade felt uncomfortable seeing Madam Tillery gloating over this matter so she said, “Susan is pretty, no wonder she was called La Rosa back then.” Madam Tillery was full of disdain. "So what if she’s pretty? There are so many more pretty women out there. If all of them are mistresses like her, this world will be a mess."

Even if the count’s wife heard her, she cared not for she sought to see the tortured face of the smug woman’s face acting all high-class. Patricia saw the count’s wife as having everything she wanted… money, title, heritage, all which Patricia vied for. His wife was akin to a pig wearing a pearl necklace. For an ugly and idiotic woman to be the count’s wife… and for a plain and unremarkable woman to become queen… “I hear that His Majesty cares so much for Her Majesty. Look, even now, his eyes are only set towards her.” Wherever she went, she only heard stories of the king and queen.

The dress was big ball gown, pale yellow,it veil placed by the top of the mannequin, it was covered in net, and it was a beautiful dress any girl could wish for, but I felt sour when I saw it,this is not how I planned my life, this is not how I wanted my wedding to be. “Milady, you have to put it on,”The stremtress reminded me. I nodded and stood up to try it out. “Ahhhhhh! “I heard a loud scream and I shuddered. “What is that? “I asked no one in particular. “His Majesty is punishing some disobedient subject, it none of our business, you should try your dress”The stremtress replied as if she wasn't bothered by the scream. Since Prince Edward got in charge, he started to abuse his power even

Good thing that they understood me and gave me time to take in mentally and grasp the reality. Funny, who would have thought that the unluckiest woman like me was the lost heiress of one of the prestigious families in the country, the Waltons. And who would have thought that the enemy that was mentioned to me by Alex was my biological family? Everything became clear to me when my biological father explained what happened in the past, making them rivals.

She was Ahsan’s wife, a member of the Royal Family of Qubbah, and no one could ever take him away from her now. But as she prepared for the state banquet, her insecurities returned, and she felt sick with nerves. She had been horrified when first Jamila and then her two maids addressed her as "Your Royal Highness," and even though she was wearing a stunning couture gown—a floor-length cream silk sheath with long sleeves and a decorous neckline—she didn’t feel in the least "royal." She was a fraud, she thought dismally, and even the fabulous and no doubt priceless pearl and diamond necklace that Ahsan had given her on their wedding day, which complemented her breathtaking diamond solitaire en

Ethan had little interest in her, but he drank the soup out of courtesy. Only afterward did he realize something was wrong. The drink had been laced with a stimulant. That night, he had been forced into her bed. The following morning, once the effects had faded, the Crown Prince’s fury had shaken half the palace. “You dare call yourself my wife?” Ethan had said with cold disgust. “To drug your own husband like a street prostitute begging for a customer—have you no shame at all?” His voice had turned even harsher. “Hazel was born a princess and never once behaved with such disgrace. Even in anger she possessed more dignity than you ever will.”

“That's very nice of you, Christian. Your momma will be so happy when you give these to her.” “Christian!” I heard a middle aged lady running out from the pack house and coming to us. Her eyes widened when they landed on me and then she scowled at Christian Jr. “Royal Beta Christian, I'm so sorry for the disturbance. Chris can be a little proactive and find his way out of my sight real quickly.” She looked frightened. I don't blame her. Most people react that way in the presence of the Royal Beta and the Royal Alpha King.

“It's a massive success” Mrs Valeria namely the queen of this town and the proud CEO of the largest bar and hotel in the country was saying over the classical music in the background, her poise proud and snobbish. Oh right, and she was also the one who had given me the contract to prepare this party tonight. I stood beside her, looking smaller compared to her taller frame. “I'm glad to be the one to whom you entrusted this,” I said, bowing slightly as a sign of respect

His eyes were red-rimmed, his face haggard, aged ten years in a single night. “She was poisoned,” he said, his voice wrecked. “Celeste. At the wedding. She put something in Victoria's drink. We didn't know. We didn't see. We were too busy celebrating, and she was dying right in front of us, and we didn't—” “Stop.” Patricia squeezed his hands. “You didn't know. You couldn't have known. What matters now is that she's here, and she's getting treatment, and you're going to stay strong for her.”