Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife Novels & Stories

“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.

His wife was dressed like a slightly cheaper replica and looked as deeply unhappy in person as she did in the photos. From my research, she’d been chosen out of a line-up from a territory that treated all women like they were breeders. I had half a plan forming on how to liberate the woman as soon as possible. The palace was as opulent as I remembered it being from the one time my father brought me as a child. It had been before my mother died. I remembered the king on the throne looking surly as we came to his birthday.

“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

Of course, like any other piece of shit holding a grudge and determined to ruin someone else's life, I did a little digging on her past and found out that she and Royal had a more than complicated relationship and that she was his wife before he left her for fame. And that they had a son whom Royal had no idea about his existence until a few weeks back. And yes, the plan was to use her and get a hold of that piece of crap. But now, I just didn't know anymore. There was something developing in my chest, and that something included being overly protective of her and wanting to shower her with all the finest things money could buy. Gripping her thick locs of hair did something to my sanity and

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.”

‘If you marry me, he began,many problems will disappear. Ben is a royal prince of the House of Valderra and he must be raised as such. He cannot be raised in a country, and he cannot be raised by you alone. ‘If you marry me, this problem would immediately disappear. ‘I appreciate’, he began,in the same deliberate fashion,‘that you may find this hard to comprehend ,let anyone accept but..’ ‘How can you say it ? ‘How can you even say it? You can't sit there and say something like that.

she said, her tone steady, “His Royal Highness requests your presence.” “Me?” I pointed to myself. The maid looked uncertain. “Yes, my Queen. His Majesty is waiting.” My throat went dry. Alaric. The Raven King. The man who, according to every historical account, was both feared and cruel. And I, apparently, was his wife - the woman who betrayed him. I tried to sit but missed the edge of the bed and dropped awkwardly onto the floor. The servants gasped. “Your Majesty!” they cried, rushing toward me, but I waved them off.

"She's mated to the duke, and they're afraid she'll somehow learn about their involvement. The father's gone completely dark, won't even respond to our usual signals." Of course. The pampered daughter who'd shocked everyone by mating with the spare prince. I remembered her from the summit—quiet, watchful, always on the periphery. Nothing special. Nothing like my Emma. But apparently special enough to secure a royal mate, to tie her family to the very throne they sought to undermine. "They've failed me," I said simply, setting down my cup with enough force to make the cheap plastic crack. "All of them." Pearson nodded, already backing away, sensing the danger in my tone. Smart man. Orion was