روايات وقصص ضمن Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife

"I do recognize you, Freddie Grayson. But the one that did not recognize the other is you!. You fail to recognize the fact that your daughter Pamela Grayson is dead! And the woman before you now only shares her first name with your late daughter. This is the heiress to the throne of Middletown royal family, princess Pamela Johnson. So, do not make the mistake of confusing the one for the other. As it is now, I will not spare the death of Pamela Grayson and the rebirth of Pamela Johnson!" The atmosphere became icy cold. Pamela's words were being dished out with authority and an aura of royalty. Her personality breathed respect and everyone present stood still while she talked.

“Or do I need to remind you both that I am right behind you, again.” Stanley remained silent at Rima words and Penn was not ready to say anything, until Stanley elbowed her on her ribs, she could barely contain her sound of protest. “Well, I am waiting.” Rima impatiently said. “You are looking at the mother to our beloved crown prince and the dearest wife of the emperor. The person who treats concubines like they are slaves and is responsible for the death of most of them even though she was at first, one of them. With the birth of the crown prince, she was able to dispose the real empress who was the emperor first wife and nobody knows till date where the former queen is or if she is dead.

Slamming the walking aide noisily, a certain old woman's chest raced up and down. She was really furious. It was Cinderella's first day as a wife. Whether they accepted her or not, they couldn't eat with her. And now this useless grandson had exhausted his lazy fat wife. He wasn't even remorseful! Royalty also had a throbbing headache. He bit his lips, and exhaled tiredly. Royalty was quite a very quiet man, and such toxic drama was as exhausting as it already was. How could they ask him why he had been with his own wife? Royalty looked round the table, and settled his gaze at Kaimara.

From the way she nibbled her lower lip and she twiddled her thumbs in unease, I could tell that she was a lot different from her brother Dorian. "It's okay." I replied, knowing well enough that it wasn't her fault for being scared of my illness. "That truly is a beautiful pin, Frost. You should keep it." The Queen commented, causing my eyes to turn to her I realized that she wasn't even looking at me when she complemented the pin in my hands. She kept her eyes out for other red jewels for her daughter. "Thank you, your grace." "So, Frost..." The woman sitting next to Julia called out. "You've been married to the prince for quite sometime now. Isn't there any juicy secrets you would like to s

I muttered, tossing the phone aside. “Forget about her,” Sarah whispered, sliding her hands up my chest. “Think about us. Think about the gala tomorrow. Once everyone sees me on your arm, they’ll forget Nora Hale ever existed.” “They already have,” I said. I looked at Sarah. She was everything Nora wasn’t — a real partner who understood power. I was tired of the suburbs, tired of plain meals, and tired of a wife who had no clue about the real world. I started unbuttoning my shirt, the heat in the room rising fast. The plan was working. The money was moving. The woman I actually wanted was right here. And the placeholder at home was busy running my errands like the good little servant she was

"Of course not, Giovanna. You deserve to use beautiful things and you don't have to worry about what others think." Jussara agreed with a supportive smile. "You are beautiful and talented, Giovanna. Don't let the envy of others affect your happiness." I thanked them, feeling an extra dose of courage. I decided to have fun, even with Isabela watching my every step with eyes of envy. I wouldn't let her negativity spoil my night. I had my friends by my side, and together My heart raced while researching Prince Alexander on the internet. The information I found was devastating. He was in a marked marriage to an older princess, chosen by the king himself. That news hit me like a scam.

Chapter 623 Several weeks after Dora the angel hid his Majesty. A report claimed that His Majesty will shortly pass away from food poisoning. When His Majesty saw the publication his wife PP had given to him from the South Cloud continent, she was astounded. his impending demise. The article continued by stating that a certain lady by the name of Lady Judith, the wife of His Majesty's send brother, had been chosen to bribe one of His Majesty's numerous wives into poisoning him through food or drink.

He was a dazzling handsome man, and his personality also seeped into his architecture. But that was not the impressive thing about the Duke. Next to his portrait was a regal Scottish woman in her elaborate purple gown. Florence was always enticed by her saucy pose and glance. It was Lady Rosemary, Richard's wife. He married the heiress, who was the real chieftain of the house. She was a favorite granddaughter of one special woman—Sophia of Hanover. It might not sound much at first, but Florence's father used to tell her that one couldn't become the British monarch unless one was legitimately descended from Sophia. That was the law of the realms.

Mr Arnold, ignored and did not pause for a second, he continued to eat care free without looking at either his wife or daughter. " The William family has offered us a huge sum of 5 million dollars for our princess, of course it's because she is carrying their grandchild. It will help us alot especially in our business. The other benefits are the three contracts which Mr William said he needed to talk to u about and if you won't like them, he will then offer them to one of his friends. Are we not lucky to get such opportunities? Don't you think we should speed up ... "Enough! I have had enough of àll this woman. Money, it's just money, money is all you think about! What kind of a human being

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—”