Scorned Ex Wife : Queen Of Ashes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Just like the other years, Rose was sitting under the burning sun, her knees hugged to her chest as she whispered. “I will be fine, right, dad? I'm dying inside. I don't know what to hold on to. I pretend to be fine, but I'm really not… they betrayed me. My so-called sister… my husband… everyone. They betrayed me.” My grip tightened around the flower, a sting in my heart. Seeing her like this made me want to kill those bastards. I counted my steps toward her, raising the umbrella to cover her, and she gasped. She glanced up at me, but quickly looked away, wiping her tears.

"You don't have to rub it in my face, Ashlyn. You've had your win and I already apologized." Ashlyn scoffed. "You call that an apology?" she laughed out loud. "You don't feel sorry or regretful at all. You're only looking for a way to use me again, but let me tell you something, I am not that naive girl from years ago anymore. And I won't let you ruin my happiness the second time," she frowned and turned to face Bianca. "Like father, like daughter." Bianca gasped, her palms flying to her mouth.

“It's okay. Anyone would have assumed I stole it too. I'll tell you what happened.” She giggled excitedly as she went on. She really was so…bubbly. She didn't act like a goth girl at all. Goth girls weren't bubbly and smiley. Girls who giggled and laughed and exuded so much positive energy were blondes who rocked pink outfits all the time. “I happened to stumble on two elites, couples having a fight. Enraged, she threw away the phone her ex bought her because it would remind him of her.” Wow. That was…wasn't the story I had been expecting.

“Then, after we got married, my family lost everything. Our money, our connections, it was all gone. And Dan? He changed. No, he didn’t change; he showed me who he really was. He treated me like trash because I couldn’t give him what he wanted anymore.” I wanted to punch something—or better yet, someone. My knuckles itched, and I curled my hands into fists to keep myself grounded. Amber reached for the bottle of champagne, but I slid it away and handed her a bottle of water instead. For a moment, I thought she’d argue, but she surprised me. She took it without a word and gulped it down, her throat bobbing as she drank.

IN YOUR DREAMS! As she posted the second one she attached the screenshot of their conversation to it. #@Sunset, you two-faced idiot! You took the money and site credit and then immediately pointed to me for doing the project. Who do you take us for? Stupid?# #It was good I listened to my friend and watched out for you! Otherwise, I would have been smeared with dirt for the rest of my life! Shameless asshole!# #Come at me if you dare! @Sunset!"

Hearing my response, Ethan nodded eagerly. Then mysteriously announced: "Cassie lost the baby!" He said this without the slightest hint of sadness. My pen suddenly stopped moving. Then, calmly, I asked him: "How did she lose it?" Seeing my expression, Ethan's eyes shifted, his voice growing quieter. "She had an abortion." Unable to control my anger, I questioned him loudly: "Did you make her do it?!" At these words, Ethan fell silent. In that moment, I erupted in fury. "Ethan, are you even worthy of being an Alpha?"

From the very snow. It curled into the air around her in ribbons, coiling and twisting like breath held too long. Not smoke. Not magic. Memory. The ash remembered her. She was glowing. Not in light. Not in power. But in recognition. I couldn’t move. Not out of fear. Out of knowing. I’d seen this once before. Years ago. A girl dragged through the Pit, bloody and screaming, left beneath the Queen’s arch. She’d locked eyes with me through the bars of a Warden cell and whispered, “You don’t get to watch me break.”

She will watch all of them get confused, suffer and question their sanity. It was time for retaliation. Everyone will have to pay. "Did you put together my request?" she asked. "Everything is in order, ma'am," the old man politely replied. "Good." She walked into the mansion and smiled at everyone who greeted her. She gazed at the huge chandelier, sighed deeply and closed her eyes. She was transported back to the time when she thought there was no hope for her. There was a time in her life when she thought that the world was too cruel to her and she didn't deserve to live a happy life. She was too miserable and she could no longer see any reason to live. Who would've thought that she would r

"It wasn't Ashley… She took my place… I was the one that was supposed to be your bride and you know it… Why don't you show me any mercy and grace, My King?" Anger rocked my body like molten magma. I struck her face twice and she fell to the ground. I picked her up by the throat and spat on her face, "Spare me your heresy and never compare a filthy thing like yourself to Ashley. You were supposed to be mine but you couldn't stand the crippled and cruel Prince. And now that I have the throne you couldn't watch your sister become the Queen over you!" She couldn't breathe a word. My anger spiked and I bared my fangs and bit her deep in the neck. The bite was rough and she screamed, begging for h

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!”