Scorned Ex Wife : Queen Of Ashes Novels & Stories

Once Luna inherited the Shelbert family's assets, she swore she would teach Jasmine a lesson and drive Jasmine and her mother out of the house. Since Asher was the heir of the Shelbert family, Jasmine and her mother should be banished to the streets. Shelly couldn't help the urge to join the fun and she said, "I know, right? I know there was someone who tried to stay with us shamelessly back then. She stooped so low that I couldn't see her. Now that she holds a little power, she's all puffed up and looks down upon everyone. Any change in life will never change that petty character of hers. Timothy will never fall for this kind of woman."

But today, she was here to uncover the truth. The guards hesitated for a moment before opening the gates, recognizing her instantly. Despite the years of neglect and mistreatment, Ashley was still considered a Connor by name, a title she never truly wanted but was forced to bear. As she stepped onto the estate grounds, memories flooded her mind—the cold stares, the whispered insults, the forced smiles at extravagant galas where she was paraded as the ‘honored’ daughter of the Connor family.

I followed her gaze to the Obsidian Throne and then my eyes darted at Asher, who let out a scoff. “I can’t believe this…” he raked his hand through his hair. He withdrew the shadow dagger and stabbed it into the ground inches away from her, making her fall back. “How many more lies are you going to spin, wife?” He towered over her. “I isolated her as a punishment. Then I returned to my bedroom and found my wife in my bed, beneath her lover.” “Lies!” Azum grunted. “Is it a lie that Xanthea is your official fiance, Crown Prince… Azum Solvaris?” Asher snarled.

'The both of you really deserved each other and the worst kind of death ever,' I cursed within me. Alpha Asher after he had said that, suddenly went silence and I needed no one to tell me the reason behind his withdrawal. "I suppose you're talking about Xenra, the vampire queen," I said, turning to face him. Asher at my words nodded his head in response. His affirmation caused me to silently scoff at him. 'Bastard! So you're still in love with that bastard. Two bunch of bastards who really deserve each other. The both of you will rot in hell where you'd continue your touching love story,' my words rang in my head.

I chuckled bitterly. This must be my karma for all the wrongs I did in the past. I was a ruthless leader. I must have made every employee’s life a living hell back when I was the one ruling Hacienda Camilla. And this is what I get in return: to be treated like a mere speck of dirt on my husband’s shoe.

“I demand an explanation—” “You’ll get a trial,” I said. “One the public will witness. And if the people you starved and bled do not vote to exile you, perhaps they’ll just feed you to the gallows.” No one laughed. Ashyrel walked into the room, dressed not as a Queen… …but as justice. “The Queen you tried to destroy,” she said, “is the same one who rebuilt what you ruined. And now, she will remove you like the weeds you are.”

“I understand your concerns but I promise you that Beta Neith and I have thought this through and those damned Northern Whispers-” Northern Whispers? Hold up… “Have dominated your winter court already; we cannot stand to have anymore deaths or-” The man's voice broke for only an instant before he caught himself, cleared his throat, and tilted his head in apology; his eyes of a sage green that halfway reminded me of Emrys in a way turned hard. “My Queen,” Queen… So she, this Queen Ashina must be ancestors to King Anton. “Forgive me if this sounds as if I am trying to place myself where I do not belong, but I need to avenge the lives and souls those frozen monsters have stolen from us, the Que

"You want to be very careful in your next words, mi amor." Her eyes traced over the scars on his face; the scars that declared him king. The deep, pitted lines that marked his battles and made him the hardened leader that he was. He was tough and commanding, everything that she was not and never could be. She didn't understand why he wanted her. She was nothing to a man like him. She should have died on that floor with the rest of her family. She was a fake survivor. A ghost living in the shell of a broken woman. She was a false queen.

My eyes moved to all of them in the room, as I shook with fury and pain. "Can't you see that this was all he wanted? He didn’t just want the throne. He wanted my mate dead! He wanted the entire Talon Black family destroyed! That was his pact with Willow!” "Queen Violet, such accusations will not be tolerated in this room. King Asher here has done—" “Nothing,” Scarlett’s voice suddenly cut in, shocking everyone. They all turned in her direction as if they never expected her to speak— as if she hadn't spoken in the last forty eight hours that i had been unconscious.

Queen got up, "I'm so happy we could come to an agreement. Can I have your card or something; I heard you're a doctor and...." "Yeah, yeah, of course. I am a doctor, and I do own a hospital. Here's my card and sorry for my manners." Ashton gave her his card and added, "I'll be expecting your call, Queen Scorpion, fiancée to be... Or my fake fiancée to be." "Alright then. I'll see you around." She replied. Queen smiled as Ashton walked her and Shawn out of his house. Afterward, they got into their car and drove away.