Novel & Cerita Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife

“Or it could even be the old lady upstairs who quarrels with her husband every minute of the day. She’d come by to treat her broken nose or twisted wrist.” “It’s that bad?” Dashiell was sad for the woman. “I feel for her. She’s always such a pathetic sight when I see her.” “I’d never do that to you. The only thing I will be twisting is your small waist. I already broke your water pot and gained entry to your tight passage.” Pam gave him that flirtatious eye. “You must be so proud of yourself.” “Why won’t I? A grand entry into the royal palace. A triumphant entry into Jerusalem. You were shouting and your pussy was gaping – making way for the king to lay his eggs in your nest.”

But seeing him in just boxer briefs and only wearing an apron on top, who wouldn’t be drawn to him? I swallowed as I saw his arm flex while he stirred whatever he was cooking. I don’t know why I was staring at every movement of his body. Maybe it’s because I’ve seen and touched his body that night. I nodded as I brought myself back to reality. No. This is wrong. This is godd*mn wrong. I shouldn’t be fantasizing about a man who’s getting married. I’m not that kind of woman. I grew up royal, so I should act royal even if people around me don’t know I have a respectable royal position. I was about to head to the bathroom when I bumped into the large vase on display, causing it to make a noise.

Chapter 39 MATTHEW I stood in Bianca's closet like a man surveying the ruins of a life he'd destroyed, surrounded by evidence of my failures as a husband. Designer dresses hung in neat rows—the emerald silk gown I'd insisted she wear to the Alpha Summit, the champagne cocktail dress for the Winter Gala, the burgundy evening wear for countless pack functions. All expensive. All chosen by me. All utterly impractical for the life she'd actually been living.

“You’re going to resign. Today. And you’re going to disappear so quietly, people wonder if you ever existed here.” He nodded, shame crawling across his face. She watched him leave. And then—finally—allowed herself to sit. Her hands trembled slightly as she placed them on her lap. Not from anger. But from grief. At exactly 9:17 p.m., Isla received a new envelope. No wax seal this time. Just a note written in the same careful script: That was the pawn. Now protect your King. — Q Isla stared at the words. And her mind raced toward only one possibility.

"The warehouse was the first. He grabbed my throat, squeezed hard enough to choke me but not enough to leave marks. Then he checked a pocket watch and said he had to go see his wife." Roland's arms dropped to his sides. "His wife." "That's what he said. No report in ten years of tracking has ever mentioned a spouse. No intercept, no informant, nothing." His wife. The words still felt wrong in my mouth. Like a fact that didn't belong in the same sentence as fourteen confirmed kills. I watched the word rearrange something behind his eyes. A decade of building a profile on the most dangerous vampire in the world, and a single detail was pulling it apart.

“Ivy, starting tonight, you are no longer part of this house.” “You’re kicking me out?” “No. I’m simply relocating you.” What difference did that make? I looked into his hazel eyes before glancing at Viona, who stood nearby with a wide, satisfied smile. She had clearly planned this. Since the day I arrived at this mansion, she treated me like her personal servant—yet acted like the perfect sister in front of our father. Two-faced witch. “We don’t want your presence ruining Jason and Viona’s relationship,” Bram explained. “Everyone knows about your past with Jason.”

Throwing those words he left the place with his wife. George then looked at the whole department coldly "you guys are paid for your work not to watch scenes and make gossips.." His eyes then fixed on those three women, specially on Lily "you have invited your own death by touching her.. Because the woman you touch is not just a normal woman like you, she is beloved wife of Master.. Victoria King is the royal queen.." He drooped the bomb and left the room, following his lord and lady..

Orly Lazy's fear ran straight to his brain, and he spoke out in shock. "I'm Ramma Aubrey's wife, if you dare to touch me, he won't leave you alone." She ran out of ways and could only pick up and grab what could save her life right now Everyone is a nun Ramma Aubrey, right? Augustus Devlin heard her say that his eyes flashed with interest, he found her so beautiful, so he wanted to "eat" unexpectedly, she happened to be the wife of the person he hated, which made him more interesting, speak up.

No doubt that was the only place allotted to him other than Nathalie's room since they were a married couple. 'But well men should understand that the women are also humans and have needs and privacy too.' He walked through the massive entrance hall which had huge portraits hung on the red painted walls, the lineage shrieked of success and resplendent royal history of her family. Lucas was aware that she had a strong foothold in her family but her closest ones had the audacity to get on her nerves, not knowing that Nathalie was not the soft cry baby they once knew. She was every man's desired seductress and every woman's sassy savage bitch!

The thought occurred to him then that the next day would be chaotic and that the Khralls might strike again with their monarch, who, as far as he knew, was only as old as the newly anointed eldest son of the late king because he was reportedly poisoned. Prince Dreksil lay beside her and turned on his side to avoid disturbing his wife's sleeping. She seemed unaware that her long night dress went up to her abdomen, revealing her body in all its glory. Memory hadn't done her justice. She lost weight due to sickness but was otherwise lovely.