Romans & histoires Scorned Ex Wife : Queen Of Ashes

Lady Asher's eyes met King Ares', a fleeting moment of connection before he turned to the child, his focus solely on the heir, the future king. As the night wore on, King Ares' attention remained fixed on the infant. Lady Asher's strength began to wane, her body exhausted from the ordeal. But the king's energy only grew as he beheld his son, the future of the South Pack. Little did Lady Asher know, this moment marked the beginning of her descent into darkness and neglect. The seeds of revenge were sown in the shadows of the southern palace, where love and power entwined like serpents.

“You’re awake.” Nyra glared. “So it would seem.” He moved closer, boots echoing on stone. “You’re a hard woman to keep bound.” Nyra lifted her chin. “I’m not bound yet.” The warrior’s lip curved in what passed for a smile. “Spirited. I like that.” He crouched beside her cot, torchlight illuminating strong features. “They say Queens of Ash have legendary willpower.” She snorted. “Legends lie. Ash alone remains.”

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

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!"