Novel & Cerita Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife

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."

Then, she got up and walked up to the window. She wanted to see what was so special about Pamela, the beautiful president who had the honor of being the wife of the miracle doctor who was also the Majestic Ruler. "She does look quite pretty, and she carries herself well. But she's still below him." Even though Pamela was far better than the others in terms of looks and makings, she was still quite common. Although Pamela was too good for the usual rich guys or sons of officials, she had married the powerful and famous Majestic Ruler.

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

Mira nodded and continued with Shyla’s statement hesitantly, “After lady Cynthia’s successful escape. His Majesty closed the doors of his harem and set all the women free. Only his Queen is serving him as his wife. Rumors say that he was heartbroken by the cheating of his favorite consort.” Wow! So, the thick-skinned man had the nerve to accuse my mom when his beloved Queen killed all his women in jealousy. He was indeed a shameless man! I was about to voice my main concern when chaos erupted, some panicked voices outside my room alerted me.

Her lips curved, not in a smile, but in something venomous, triumphant. The queen’s gaze cut through me first. “So it’s true,” she hissed, voice dripping like acid. “The whispers in the halls weren’t just cruel gossip. My husband’s bastard. Sitting in the king’s inner chamber as if he belongs.” My breath caught. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. Amora stepped forward, eyes blazing. “And pregnant. You disgusting little—”

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.”