Scorned Ex Wife : Queen Of Ashes Mga Nobela at Kwento

I snarl, "I am your rightful Queen. If anyone should submit it will be you to me." "Listen here, your highness; you're in a no place to command authority until you accept my mark; you will slowly begin to die. Tell me, what do you think will happen to Nikolai when he loses his mate. Do you think he'll recover? Or will he end up like his mother?" " I will never accept you as my mate!" "Long live the Queen," Ash replies, a wicked gleam in his eyes, as he raises a fake glass to toast my death.

I whispered, my stomach dropping into a bottomless pit. She smiled, slowly, like she was savoring my shock. That same smug, seductive smile I hadn’t seen in years. Maya Kingston. Daughter of Charles Kingston—the real estate tycoon. My ex-girlfriend. The woman who’d shattered my trust, burned every bridge we’d built, and walked away like it hadn’t mattered. “You look good, Grey,” she said, standing and brushing imaginary lint off her red blouse. “Still hot when you're angry.” I felt the rage coil in my chest like a loaded spring. “What the hell are you doing in my office?”

He rolled up his sleeves and adjusted his waistcoat, every movement tight with anger. I followed, a heavy lump lodged in my throat. Bridget, the second wife, walked past and deliberately shoved her shoulder into mine. Evander moved into the living room, and the other wives arranged themselves elegantly on the couches, legs crossed, watching. I stood alone in the center, head bowed. "Shameless slut." "I'll give it to her though, never thought she had that kind of bravery." "No wonder he couldn't stay away from her." "Marie must be so ashamed. Soren left her for *this*."

If looks could kill, Amber would have been six feet below. “I didn't make you marry a barren woman…stop with the death stares” she frowned “Stay away from my wife, Amber. Don't become my first death victim, I'm begging you.” Damien slowly said as he walked away “So you won't send her away, even after finding out that she's barren”Amber yelled and he turned

Her eyes flashed with malice. "I am Livia Valerius! Daughter of the clan leader your father executed a century ago!" "Impossible…" Theron staggered back. "You're all fools!" Lilith continued to laugh hysterically. "I lived among you for decades, and you knew nothing!" She watched Theron's pained expression and laughed even harder. "You know what was the most fun? Watching you push Cerys into the abyss, step by step! Every time she was framed, every time she was pushed away, it was all my doing! And you, my stupid brother, you always chose to believe me!"

“Magister, why do we let garbage through the gates? Let me throw her to the stone giant and save us the paperwork.” I ignored him, but my left hand squeezed into a tight fist. My nails pressed hard into an old, ugly scar that hid my forbidden blood seal. It kept my real, dangerous ash-magic buried deep inside me. In this empire, that kind of magic meant death. It was the same power the lost Ash King used when he nearly burned the whole world a hundred years ago. “Put your hand on the stone,” Vane ordered. I stepped forward. My boots hit the hard ground, and I felt cold eyes burning into the back of my neck.

“Do we have a name?” “I thought you didn't care about Vincent Ashford’s wife,” Vivian says. “I didn't. But I do now.” I look at them. “As his wife, she should have a little knowledge about the skeletons in Ashford's closet.” I need to find her. “A woman scorned by a man like Vincent Ashford?” I say. “That is the most dangerous weapon in the world.” “I will get on it,” Dante says. “You?” Vivian raises an eyebrow. “Since when do you handle intel? Stick to breaking things, muscle-head.”

My body dissolved into drifting silver light. "Lyla! My daughter!" my father cried, reaching desperately forward. The light slipped through his fingers. Caleb lunged toward it, grasping at empty air. Nothing remained. Only a necklace fell from the ashes with a soft clatter against the stone. The string of beast fangs lay exposed on the pale altar, looking rough and out of place. My father kneeled and reached toward it. The moment his fingers touched the necklace, he jerked his hand back as if burned.

Celina entered the internet and to her utmost shock, what the netizens were saying about her relationship with Caspian was alarming and infuriating. ‘Celina can't even secure a seat beside CEO Caspian. His ex-wife's brother did.’ ‘Oh, I can't believe how insignificant Celina is to CEO Caspian.’ ‘I can't imagine battling a position with a dead person. God! I don't know how I'd feel.’ ‘Remember that Caspian said that his wife was killed? Do we need to be told that Celina had a hand in it? Otherwise, why would he treat her this way?’

Evil bastard. “Well, I am Easton Grant and my influence is immortal, lesser men like you might become too invalid in the future to attend galas like this.” Easton told Gabriel and the stupid smug on his face vanished. Good comeback! “Who is the lady? Another fling?” I asked, eyeing his plus one. “Oh no dear ex wife but don’t worry, you’ll find out soon enough.” He told me and then bowed mockingly to Easton before leaving with the lady.