Scorned Ex Wife : Queen Of Ashes Mga Nobela at Kwento

“What is this place?” Ashen didn’t answer at first. Then finally: “The Graveyard of Almosts.” Unwritten kings, Half-formed gods, Screaming lovers with no names, They drifted around the pair like spirits tethered to regret. Some reached for Kael. A woman with no eyes but a crown of fingers whispered, “I could have been your wife in another chapter…” He flinched away, Ashen slashed one specter down a forgotten villain who bled ellipses instead of blood.

I went on, stepping forward, cutting the distance between us making sure she was at arms length even when she tried to step back "All I see is someone who’s too scared to fight a real battle. Not exactly the type of person anyone would want as a wife or companion, let alone the next Lycan Queen.... You're really pathetic Kira, and I'm sure that's the reason why Asher banished you. You serve no useful purpose except being a bed warmer and a bloody thief.” At that, she froze for a second... just a second.. but it was enough for me to see the slight tightening of her jaw, and the narrowing of her eyes as she stared at me.

On the day we were about to register our marriage for the ninety-ninth time, I, Joshua Smith, went rigid as I read those words flickering before my eyes. Suddenly, a sharp pain tore through my abdomen. It was the memory of being poisoned in my previous life, so vivid it felt as though it had just happened. Talia Ford, my wife, saw me frozen and snapped impatiently, "Joshua, move! Get out of my way! I need to go to the hospital with Uncle Adam!"

Chapter One Ashlyn’s POV My head was completely still. My mind, utterly silent, as angry roars rent the air. This close, their fury was palpable. Hands dragged me roughly across the palace courtyard. Not caring that the sharp cobblestones were scraping my raw skin open. Or that the heat from the sun-baked stones was searing my bleeding wounds. And most definitely, not caring that the pregnant woman they condemned for murder was their very own High Luna. “Husband Killer!”

“I’m not just a Null Wolf. I’m a wolf queen just like you. A stronger queen than most can imagine.” Ash’s sharp gaze flicked to mine, narrowing slightly. Her stance remained unwavering, but I could sense the shift in her. She didn’t let it show, but I knew she was intrigued, and perhaps a little wary. “A queen?” she repeated, her voice skeptical, almost mocking. “You’re a queen? What makes you think anyone would believe that?”

There was nothing she could do this time but accept it. “Is this really the CEO of Queen Corp? Someone from that level shouldn’t be involved in harming the elderly, the weak, or the pregnant, right?” “You don’t know, these two are the mother and wife of Damon, the CEO of Price Corp. And Hazel is actually the ex-wife of Damon. From what I see, it’s very possible that Hazel might have a grudge against these two.” “Yeah, didn’t rumors say that the CEO of Queen Corp and the CEO of Price Corp met for a private meal? A complex love triangle in the upper class.”

"This bitch deliberately came here with children to trap him, matching Arthur's appearance, but I will never let you succeed in this game. He is mine. I will never let him be someone else. He is only mine. As she looked at the pictures one after another, her eyes stuck on a picture. In this picture, Alina was sitting in a wheelchair. Seeing this, a smile appeared on Ashley's face, "This bitch has a weak point. I will use this point to remove her from my path. Her little girl will have to suffer the punishment on her behalf for coming to my path. It is better to die than to live paralyzed at this young age," Ashley said and then she started laughing evilly.

After Leon passed away, the Aprice Group quietly floundered under his care over the years while also taking care of his vain wife, who had always looked down on him for being stupid, and pampering someone else’s daughter, even at the cost of his dignity. Twenty years later, their roles had reversed, and Liliana had started avenging her mother while Rose and Romeo were being hunted and led into a trap, though they were yet to realize it.

Past every tree I’d ever marked. But you can’t outrun that kind of fire. Some nights, when the wind turns wrong, I smell it again. And sometimes I see her in my dreams — barefoot in the ash, antlers crowned in living flame. The rogues whisper her name now. Not the one the packs gave her. The other one. Ash Queen. The one the fire leaves breathing. Far beneath the roots of the world, the Black Root stirs. One tendril finds me in my sleep, curling into my mind like a promise: