She Took My Husband I Took The Crown Novels & Stories

My husband, the infamous Don of the Moretti family—the man I’d loved for over half a decade—had faked his own death just so he could crawl back to his childhood sweetheart, now his sister in law. And more, everyone in this family had knew about this and decided to lie to me as well. I took a step back, unsteady. I was the woman who poured wealth into the Moretti and made this name louder than it used to be. And yet, to them, to Dante, I was nothing. Disposable. Replaceable. But what if she finds out?” Nicolas’s voice.

“Not truly. Your pretty, broken husband will never take the seat. Everyone knows it. He’ll hide behind his paints and his secrets forever. And when Knox is gone, one day, old age or war you’ll be nothing. Regent for a ghost. Luna to a man who can’t even look at a woman without flinching.” The words landed like stones. I walked over slowly, stopped right in front of her, and looked down. “Your husband’s been gone immediately after your honeymoon,” I said quietly. “He just lives in the same palace as you. Sleeping in other beds. Fighting other wars. Leaving you to rot in expensive silk and jealousy.” I crouched, eye level now, voice softer still. “You think I want the title? The crown? The pre

"Summer, I didn't realize Jason's arrest messed you up this bad. My wife and I won't hold it against you for crashing the wedding. We'll make sure you get the help you need." The guards moved in, rolling her chair toward the exit. That's when she started to lose it. "What are you saying? Ethan! I'm not sick! I love you! Please—don't do this! I was wrong!" Her voice echoed down the hall as Lydia and I walked back to the stage, fingers intertwined. We slipped on the rings. We kissed. And just like that, the past was gone. A brand-new start waiting ahead. As for Summer—she'd finally get the treatment she needed.

He believed Sally was his perfect little sister and that I was just a spoiled brat. Just like that, they gave her my identity and the love that once belonged to me. In the end, to keep me from standing in Sally's way, they made it so that I perished in a fire. In this life, I refused to stand down in hopes of securing their worthless love. "Grammie passed down that necklace to me, but you stole it. Wait till Mom and Dad arrive and find out you not only gave her the heirloom necklace but also swapped out the bride. Let's see what they'll say," I challenged.

Amelia barely heard the words as it droned and hummed past her like busy bees. Marriage…Commitment….Partnership.…Promises blah blah blah and all bullshit. Every sentence felt like a cruel joke. This wasn’t how she envisioned the most joyous moment of her life but because of a deal she knew nothing about, her life was thrown under the bus. Then vows came and The officiant turned toward Alexander first. "Do you, Alexander Sterling, take Amelia Hart to be your lawful wife?" A pause that could be classified as too deadly followed as the Guests shifted uneasily.

The room held its breath. She walked to me. Slow. Measuring. She stopped a foot away. Looked at the ring. Then at my left hand. Bare. “Where’s your crown, then?” she asked. Quiet. Only I could hear. “I don’t need one,” I said. “I have his name. And my own.” Something flickered in her eyes. Respect? Amusement? She turned to the dons. “My son chose her. She chose war. And she won.” She looked at Alessandro. “You raised a wolf, not a pet.”

She’d never wanted this crown in the first place, and I’d gone and fought for it on her behalf anyway, without asking, without even considering that she might not want it handed to her this way. The silence stretched long enough that I could hear my own pulse in my ears, thick with tension nobody in that room seemed willing to break first. A faint smile crossed her face then, small but deliberate. “I don’t deserve this crown,” she repeated, “not until it’s truly, honestly mine.” I frowned. Where exactly was she taking this. “Two weeks ago,” she continued, her voice carrying easily across the silent hall, “when the winner was first announced online, everyone knew it was someone else. Aurelia

"When Father died, everyone looked at me. When the chiefs questioned the succession, everyone looked at me. When the people asked what would happen to the kingdom, everyone looked at me." Her voice trembled. "I have not had a single day to grieve without feeling that I must prove I deserve to be here." Kofi moved towards her. "Adesewa—" "And when I come home, I need to know that I can put down the crown without having to defend myself for wearing it." He sat beside her. For a long time, neither spoke. Then Kofi took her hand. "I don't want to compete with you." She looked at him. "I know."

he said. "I'd rather not." "Why?" I looked down at myself. Plain grey dress, no jewelry, hair tied back for an etiquette lesson I had walked out of an hour ago. I was dressed for a classroom and the crown was dressed for a coronation. "It needs a different woman," I said. "Someone who matches it. Right now it would look like I stole it." He crossed the room. He took the crown off the pedestal with both hands, careful, and then he did something I did not expect, which was to step behind me and lift it over my head without asking twice.

Every guest had been assigned a seat according to rank, diplomatic importance, and the likelihood of causing trouble, especially the last category. Seraphina stood beside the throne, wearing a magnificent dark-red gown embroidered with golden roses. A delicate crown rested upon her carefully styled hair, and a diamond necklace glittered against her throat, she looked every inch a future queen, unfortunately, her future husband was ruining her evening. "You're standing on my dress," she whispered. Kael didn't look at her. "Am I?" "Move your foot." "Ask nicely." She turned her head slowly. "Prince Kael, I am going to count to three. If your foot is not removed from my dress by the time I finis