She Took My Husband I Took The Crown Novels & Stories

“What about me? What about Caelum?” I met her gaze. “You keep your home,” I told her. “You keep your marriage. You keep your life.” A small pause. “But not the crown.” I extended my hand. She froze. Completely still, like even breathing had become too much. Then, slowly so slowly her hands lifted. They trembled as she reached up and removed the crown from her head. For a second, she just held it. Like letting go might break something inside her. Then she placed it in my palm.

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

He bent down and kissed her with such depth that it was the same kiss he used to give me when all we had were dreams and hunger, and I was so bitterly jealous it turned me queasy. I didn’t think, I just spun around and barreled back down the stairs, driven by a sudden, fervent anger to face the woman helping my husband ruin me. I caught Elena right on the second floor, leaning on the railing of the grand staircase, peering at her reflection in a small mirror while Adrian was momentarily back inside his office fetching his briefcase. "You need to leave him alone Elena, he’s a married man,” I said, my voice shaking but loud enough to make her spin on her heel with that bored look on her face.

But how do I know she will not turn on me too? "I must confess that I happened to be passing by when she and my husband were discussing matters concerning the crown. As her slave I understand that you have no choice but to obey her orders. To keep away from people who might steal your heart, the key to the crown's powers. She treats you a little better than her other slaves so you can fall in love with her. It is hard to resist when she is the only person you can freely talk to, just like a baby falls deeply in love with their mother even if she isn't the best in the world," the unloved queen says.

“You also need to understand what happens if you leave it off. And remember Prince Liam. He’ll use anything that makes your reign look unstable.” “She has my soul!” I shouted. The words tore out of me, raw and desperate. “Don’t you understand? She took my soul, Jace! I’m empty now!” My chest heaved. The cold oil had begun to dry on my skin, but the chill remained beneath it. “And she won’t pull it back. She’s choosing that ridge over the crown I just put on my head!” Silence settled between us. Jace stared at me, then at the crown, then at the cold oil staining my shirt.

He tried calling her, “Darina, what about our brotherhood?” “You should have inquired that yourself, Shahin,” Darina riposted. She left the place without looking back. Shahin trembled in the urgency to convince Basiliskus again to side with him. “But Satrap Basiliskus, you know that my great-grandfather is a king. By now, I am the real possessor of the crown. You should have set your allegiance to me even if you do not aim to set out Gilan from Clapestris.”

Royalty chuckled " You were the one who threw away the ring. You refused me as your husband. " " No. " She sat up. " I gave you my body that night, I accepted you as my husband right on our Matrimonial bed. " Her lips moved slowly. " You have no right to seize my wedding ring. I want my wedding ring back. " " Give me my wedding ring, husband. " Royalty scoffed. He shook his head, and took her for a clown. He withdrew from her, ready to grab an icepack to treat her swollen cheeks Cinderella was displeased. She frowned, and tailed after his retreating figure. She grabbed his collar, and yanked him back.

She smiled sweetly while bringing the napkin to her wrinkled mouth, wiping away the invisible food that had gathered around it. "Well, my child, as per tradition, the king's wife must be a queen. Now I may have the wealth of someone of that power but I don't have the title to compliment it. Therefore, on our wedding day," She grabbed my father's hand and held it to her chest, looking at him lovingly, "I will be crowned the queen of Lykanthop and-" "Temporary," I interjected. "Excuse me?" She asked incredulously, eyes narrowing at me.

Someone more trainable. "You always have everything covered, how could I even doubt it for a second," She mused and took the pill from me. She popped it in her mouth. Let it dissolve. I kept my face neutral. "One day soon, I will be your queen. As we have always planned, dear husband."

On the day when I thought that everything will be mine according to what was destined for me, my life shattered into a living hell. Everything was gone—no, it was stolen from me. The woman whom I thought was my friend, but rather she was a snake who took all of my pieces. "Congratulations, your Highness and to the soon to be wife of the Crown Prince." The people starts to cheer for them, giving a congratulations for the newly engaged. Both looks happy as their eyes and mouths are totally rhythm. They are happily riding on the elegant carriage while waving their hands on the people of Sylvestrian.