Novel & Cerita She Took My Husband I Took The Crown

It took Matteo De Luca ten years to rise from soldier to Don. I fought through all ten beside him. The year we hit rock bottom, I cast aside every shred of pride and knelt before my father, the man who had betrayed my family, just to borrow twenty rounds. Matteo looked at me, his eyes full of pain. I asked only one thing. "The day you become Don, will you let me stand beside you?" He promised me he would. After he finally took his place as Don, I reminded him of that promise. He kept cleaning his gun without looking up. "Things are tense right now. We'll talk about it later." So I never asked again. Then I stumbled across a video on a dark-web forum: Matteo being crowned Don at Manhattan's R

Ian pushed himself up. "I'm fine." Hope looked at me. "Mom isn't." The little girl stood beside her. "She's fighting." I stared at them. Something inside my chest twisted. I could hear another voice inside my mind. Take the crown. I squeezed my eyes shut. "No." Take it. "No." The voice laughed. You wore it before. I grabbed the crown. My fingers trembled. Then I pulled it from my head. The moment it left me, the chamber shook. The woman behind the door screamed.

The crowning was one he knew he'd never forget. She was a perfect vision in ivory and gold. Her train was held by six maids as she walked down to him. She looked magnificent and proud as she walked to him. When she grabbed his hand, he knew she was terrified. He could feel her trembling. He gripped her hand to steady her and he smiled at her as the priest spoke the words. They knelt down to their knees and the priest crowned her as his queen. He looked very happy to next to her and this angered some.

“He doesn't need you anymore. Our son is going to have another mother very soon so keep the distance, I don't want you near him.” She leaped up. “I won't give up on us.” She sneered determinedly. “Whatever.” He smirked at what she said. Richard knew what Henrietta was capable of and he was going to prepare himself for any disaster. “Trust me, that wedding isn't going to hold. If I can't have you, no one will. I can't watch anyone taking my place, you belong to me.” She clenched her fists ferociously. “Do your worst.”

Her crown fell to the marble floor with a clear clang, there seems also to be a clanging sound of someone's sword falling to the ground outside the palace gates. The deep red gem on the crown shattered and scattered. Warm blood down the steps on the cold ground, slowly spreading, reminiscent of the shallow creek she used to play in barefoot as a child. This golden hall of Avalon became her grave, swallowing her bones, burying her life. Outside, the sun shone on the snow, melting it bit by bit…

Her head was now adorned with a gigantic crimson crown, made of supercharged, standing hair. " Frivolous? You took away my newborn without my consent... " " Mind your words, woman. I am your king before I am your husband. I don't need your consent regarding matters of the state. And the whereabouts of my heir is one of those. " The queen immediately stopped in the middle of her track. She twitched her neck and her hair immediately fell over her shoulder. It was back to being dark brown once again. She retraced her steps and then muttered under her breath,

She kept her arms folded across her chest. Then she blinked up at me and said, “Seriously?” I just looked at her, befuddled. I’d run out of things to say. “You’re giving me a cupcake?” she asked, her tone incredulous. “You think that can make up for stealing my life?” I arched an eyebrow and asked, “What?” “Everything you have now, that was supposed to by mine,” she spat. “My crown, my husband, my future. How could you take that all away from me?”

I haven’t been ill in years. “Yes, my mate. Your crown.” King Harvey replies lovingly. I don’t even have the energy to blush at my husband. I smile. “You wanted it to be a surprise.” “Yes. I am sorry it is late.” “No, no. I am happy just to be with you. Can I please see it, King Harvey?” King Harvey pulls the crown from the side table. I didn’t even see him put it there. Gingerly, he shows it to me, and it is exactly what his sketch showed.

But my heart, my wolf…she’s not who we want. Jafeth walks behind her, avoiding my gaze because he’s a guilty traitor. She stands at my side, a warm smile on her face. I only nod in response. I can’t find the tiniest bit of strength to stretch my lips into a smile. I’m not happy. Period. “The crown please,” Kalem says. Shyra walks with the crown on the plush cushion to the podium and hands it over to me. My whole body tenses when I take the crown, heart pounding wildly in my chest.

Did drowning make her brain sharp or what happened to her? “ How dare you act so rude to us ?” The Queen asked “ just like you dared come to my room and start being rude to me,.. Did you expect me to just watch you guys and cower in fear? Sorry to burst your bubble, but I don't care what names my future husband is being given or what you or anyone think of him. None of your options matter, and since when are you interested with my future? Either I die first or last during the throne battle, it's none of your business. Sadly I can't entertain you people because I need to be at peace as tomorrow is my wedding. Now cha cha leave my room ” Tara spoke confidently and dramatically shook them out