Second Lady Novel Novels & Stories

It was high time that she ruled without the fear of her second in command breathing down her neck every time she turned around. Serene hoped it was him so she could get the deed done. The door to her quarters opened and in stepped Gabriel. He adorned his clothes like he owned them but his gaze held so much more. His intent was clear and she knew what that was. “What do you want?” she nearly snapped. “Shouldn’t you be off planning to dethrone me or something?” Her voice filled a confidence she never had before and she enjoyed it when she saw the look that Gabriel gave her. “I’m not stupid. I know what your great plan is. To murder me in my sleep and make it seem like one of the servants did i

It was a good thing that none were injured. However, it was not the same as the second one. Although they hurriedly run away to save their lives after snapping off from their thoughts after hearing my words, ran in the second chandelier, someone got injured. Blood had dripped on the floor as her legs had been smashed by the chandelier. "Ahh! Please! Help me! I don't want to die!" Without hesitation, Samarah went down, along with Ash, and took the woman who was bleeding to the exit.

she whispered, her voice barely audible. Charlotte smirked, watching her intently. "Those, my dear, are the legal documents that prove Damian and I are still married. Still bound by law. And that means—" she took a dramatic pause, her gaze flicking to Naomi with a venomous smile, "—you’re the second wife." Naomi’s breath caught in her throat. Her world seemed to tilt, spinning out of control as the words echoed in her mind. "What? No. That can’t be—"

Chapter Fifteen Dapo was dumb struck, he stood rooted like someone who was struck by lightning, but he was not struck by lightning after all, he was only struck by the beauty who is seducing him by her innocent exercise. It was now that Dapo noticed the office dress that Bisola wore, she was modest in her own way, not too eye catching, not too old skul, everything about her this day seems to perfect on her, that wondered if this was an entirely different Lady from the one he picked up this morning.

I'd gotten some rest. The ladies had assembled in the main hall of the mountaintop mansion complex, but the first lady was not among them. Because of what had transpired, they were all heartbroken. Beauty2 said Second lady, I was the one who the Prince requested to wash his robe. He said he was going on a trip and that I should iron his robe, which I did before he left the mansion.

The first lady had a wide, enthusiastic smile on her face as she spoke, “Mrs. Pierce. We're so glad to have you join our esteemed company.” “Oh?” “Yes. I was especially disappoin–I mean surprised, we were–pleasantly surprised when I–we, when we heard Mr. Pierce was engaged. Congratulations ma'am.” “Thank you.” I said, and turned to leave but they followed closely behind me, busting with girly excitement. All for Ben? I wondered if they knew something about the man that I didn't know. “You're so lucky,” the second lady said in a voice that had an undertone of jealousy.

Lucien Arden took the throne. He crowned Rosalind Hartwell empress. And Evelyn Hartwell—the principal wife who had fought at his side all the way from embattled prince to emperor—was given only the rank of Imperial Consort. The day the decree came down, Silverleaf Palace was completely silent. Every servant kept their head lowered and hardly dared to breathe, afraid that Evelyn would weep, or throw things, or come apart the way any consort does when the emperor's favor leaves her. Evelyn simply accepted the decree, calmly. “I thank His Majesty for his generosity.” There was no movement in her voice and nothing in her face. Even her beautiful eyes held not the slightest trace of grief.

Clandestine Affair, book 1 of Affair Duology, is finally completed! This is the first novel I’ve completed so far and it is a long and hard journey as procrastination always gets the best of me. I enjoyed writing this and I will start writing book 2 of the Affair Duology as soon as I finished editing and revising book 1. All the revelations will be revealed and explained in the second book. If you came to hate Vishnu in the first book, his actions would be justified (I hope so) in the second book.

Cassius said with a smirk, likely mistaking my gaze on the bookshelves as me restraining myself from browsing them. Despite not feeling as enthusiastic as he assumed, I still went for the books. I let my hands trail across the spine of the books, stopping on the thickest one. I carefully pulled it out, afraid to even scratch the cover. “That’s the novel section of the books. There’s really no title on the cover because it’s printed on the first page,” Cassius explained from his bean bag. I nodded at his explanation and opened the book. My heart nearly dropped upon reading the title. Was this just a coincidence? Written in an elegant font was ‘The Second Time Around: Chronicles of Ava Midgen’

The attempts to understand by putting language around it. I thought about Sienna's book and what it had meant to people. The letters she'd received. The women who'd left because of it. I thought about Grace saying book to Robert. About Daniel's first smile. About Flynn's letter burning in the kitchen sink. About Morrison saying I've been waiting for you Alessandra. About Catherine Ashford writing letters she never sent, blackmailed into silence, dying while her daughter grew up alone. About the story that deserved to be told. Properly. Completely. In the only voice that could tell it.