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My twin sister Celeste and I shared the same face, but little else. She believed in forgiveness. I believed anyone who hurt her should pay. Three years ago, Celeste was set to marry Adrien, Crown Prince of Valeria. But an old succession law forbade identical twins from both retaining legal identities once one entered the royal bloodline. So I chose my sister. My parents staged my death, erased Cassandra Montclair from public records, and promised to protect Celeste after I disappeared. I left her my fortune and the Crescent Guard, then vanished to the northern border. I believed my death had bought her safety. Then our dormant twin bond suddenly returned—and pain told me Celeste was being to

Althea fought her way back to Argos for Lysandros and helped him reclaim the throne, only to find herself trapped in the enemy kingdom of Thrace, wearing a slave's collar for three full years. Through three years of mortal danger, being dragged behind chariots, and bone-chilling winters, Althea survived on a single conviction: her betrothed, Lysandros, would come to rescue her. But when she finally set foot in the royal city again, what awaited her was not an embrace. It was a heavy golden laurel crown pressed against her brow, the Sacred Flame seal clutched in another woman's hand, and a royal heir growing in that woman's womb. She clung to one last hope: perhaps they had cast her aside onl

My fiancé Adrian had picked out my wedding dress a year in advance. But now he was asking me to take off my ring. He said it would upset Ava. She'd feel like I, the adopted daughter, had stolen the man she loved. "Just let her have this for now. I'll make it all up to you later." I'd been hearing that sentence since I was eighteen. I was twenty-one now. Later, I went home to get my passport and heard my mother asking him in the study: "Claire still doesn't know she's our biological daughter. Just humor her a little more." He said he knew. He'd already picked out our wedding home for me— the top-floor apartment with my favorite terrace, the one with the view of the bay. My brother said once A

“Take this heart of mine and spend the rest of your life as my husband!” This was Emery’s final answer to the emperor’s confession weeks before, however, the ring slipped out of her hand. The moment her proposal ring reached the ground was also the same time she fell on her knees as an arrow pierced through her chest.

I did not care if I died after this because I had lived the life many would dream of and more. "All hail the queen!" All the people said in unison as I stood up turning, holding up the scepter and chalice with all of them bowing in one swift, accepting me as their queen. Husband was next to me with his own cloak and crown, smiling as we looked at our people. My hand grabbed his, shaking hands brushing it with a thumb, knowing that he took my pain. I did not know how I came to deserve such a mate, but knowing that I would try for the rest of my life being the wife and queen he deserved.

Her expression clearly revealed her lack of joy or happiness. "Delia, my queen, my wife, I shall personally crown you," Kral said, his eyes displaying both tenderness and dominance. After a brief moment, Delia lowered her head slightly. Her delicate neck appeared like the tender stem of a flower. Prince Kral gently placed the resplendent crown upon Delia's head. In the next instant, Delia found herself embraced by Prince Kral.

she countered. “If you want to win the crown, you have to work hard like the other girls. There's no shortcut in becoming the Luna Queen,” Came his passive reply. “Is that why you have scars all over your body, your pack wants you to win badly that they don't care about hurting their own,”

" The earlier you accept that, the better for you. He cut in Amelia's looked like they poured cold water on her. Her spirits were dampened. The words crushed he But it was true. Alden would never allow betrayers to go scot free Talk less of going back to them It was better she truly forgot about him. But how could she do that when her husband kept maltreating her "When will you stop treating me badly She asked with a sudden boldness. Since everyone was speaking their minds now "When you get me the crown." He said without thinking twice "How selfish can you be? She asked in amazement "Very selfish my dear. "Get me the lasting crown and I'll treat you like a queen, nothing more, nothing less."

She was crying. Not weak tears. The strong kind. The kind that say, I survived. I remembered. I rose. I stepped closer. Lifted the crown slowly. But instead of placing it on her head, I leaned down and whispered— "This isn't a gift. This is what they tried to steal from you. But I took it back. For us. For you. Now wear it like you wear me—like you own it, baby." She nodded. And when the crown sat on her head?

"You...look exactly like a Goddess." Sydney smiles softly. “She looks more than that…” She reaches toward the velvet cushion resting beside the mirror. Upon it sits a magnificent silver crown adorned with blue gemstones. She gently picks it up. "You look like a Queen." I stare at the crown. A month ago, I was supposed to wear it. Instead, I was kidnapped. Back then, I thought everything had fallen apart. But perhaps, it happened for a reason. Because now I will get married and crowned while my entire family witnesses it. Everyone who stood beside me through every hardship will see it.