Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife の小説・ストーリー

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

Her sabotage plans had failed again, and she had to swallow her own envy. Over time, his sabotage attempts became less frequent. She realized that, no matter how much she tried to harm us, our love remained unshakable. Alexandre and I continued to face the challenges together, strengthened by the certainty of our mutual love. Gradually, Lady Beatrice's envy and wickedness were being replaced by the respect she had to give us. Our union proved to be more powerful than any attempt to separate us. On a sunny afternoon, during a tea in the royal hall, I found myself surrounded by other nobles who sought the attention of Prince Alexander. Among them, Lady Genevieve and Lady Clarissa were the most

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.

Pavel was one of Anastasia's male friends. Asa didn't even have the strength to argue, she just nodded. As Anastasia drives, Asa couldn't help but think back to the first day she met her husband, Oleg. He was dashing and handsome, he was everything a woman wants in a man. She remembered how cute it was when he asked her out and confessed how much he loves her, she remembered how they eventually had a glamorous wedding and how they have lived in peace and joy for the past ten years, she had no idea everything was all a deceit. None of it was real. Her husband never loved her.

"His name is Lucas Graham. Yes, Graham's first born son and as the rumour goes, he truly is notorious and poor." "What could a poor man with an overhead ego do to earn money for such jewellery?" She asked, putting the question on everyone's lips. "So you see, she can't possibly be telling the truth about that jewellery." "M-My goodness! Lucas? Who would marry such a man!" "The Graham's disowned him for a reason! It's because he's ill-mannered and a disgrace!" "Only birds of the same feather can flock together. She has to be just like her husband to be able to put up with him."

You gave me the guts to rewrite my story. I took the medal and certificate, the weight of it hitting like proof. The applause wouldn't quit. Giovanni's stare burned—stunned, almost worshipping. This was the wife he'd always wanted. Polished. Gorgeous. Every move flawless. The host waved to the wings. "And now, please welcome Ms. Bettini's daughter—Isabella—with flowers!" Bella ran out, arms full of sunflowers, bursting with energy. Giovanni's eyes lit up.

“For richer and for richer, till death do you part?” “I do” “Do you Vanessa Decruz accept to be the Queen along side your king?” “I do” “Do you Vanessa Decruz promise to serve the country and its citizen along side your king with diligence and utmost dedication?” “I do” “With the power vested in me as the officiating priest and the former king, I declare you Vanessa Decruz, which will be known henceforth as Vanessa Amaan, as the Wife of Richard Amaan and the Queen of the nation”

In the beautiful country of Rinovea, King Andriego and Queen Cleo reigned wonderfully in the past years. They made the country disciplined, yet beautiful. One day, they had a baby. A royal baby, and they named her, yes it's a girl, Ruthy.Ruthyelia Celeste Nobingale, princess of Rinovea.The country rejoiced with the new born baby, but is still worried for it is a princess. A princess shall need to be married to be able to step on the throne, and it one of the highest and strictest rule of the history of Royals in Rinovea.Will Ruthy accept her fate to be married even if it has to be an arranged marriage, for her country? Does she have the time to feel true love and have him as her King?

She was everything he didn't want his wife to be like. But who could defy when their souls were bound by threads of fate. She was insecure And he fueled it further She considered herself inferior to him And he used every chance to make it a belief. She had a beautiful delicate golden heart And he made sure to taint it black and crush it under his Gucci shoes. She was his not so beautiful wife And he made sure that nothing left of her could be ever considered beautiful. "I will taint every damn fibre of your body my dear Elle...every bit of it till you beg me to divorce you"