Novel & Cerita The Hidden King's Stolen Wife

"You were tangled up with your best friend the whole time, and you're questioning me? And that wasn't a fight. I dumped you! I told you then, we were done." Vincent slipped an arm around me, looking entirely satisfied. "You heard her," he said. "Stay out of our way. Don't be an eyesore." Hendrick looked toward his parents again, searching for help. Neither of them responded. To them, a successor could be flawed, even foolish, but not someone who let himself be played so easily. Someone like that would only ruin everything. Cutting him off early was the safer choice. In the end, with Vincent by my side, I picked out a new wedding dress.

I had never felt so stupid in my life. "You lied to me for six years!" I screamed, grabbing a crystal perfume bottle from the counter and hurling it at him. "What am I to you? A mistress you hide in the shadows?" The bottle shattered at his feet. "No! You are the only one I acknowledge as my wife! I will only share my power and my position with you. Isn't that enough?" The absurdity was suffocating. "And her?" He was silent for a moment. "She is my responsibility. A matter of family honor."

"He explicitly surrendered his entire two point five billion dollar shadow account this morning. He actively eats literal garbage completely off my filthy floor. And as you can explicitly see, he does not actively possess the microscopic right to completely speak without my absolute, terrifying permission." Aryan’s wildly erratically beating heart violently dropped completely into his heavily starved stomach. He violently squeezed his actively tearing, heavily bloodshot eyes completely shut. The catastrophic, absolute humiliation violently eradicated his remaining, microscopic shred of human dignity. The powerful men he had once aggressively ruled were actively watching him violently exist a

"W-What do you mean?" I stood up, looking down at her from above. "It means, did you really think you were the only one who knew this secret? While you were on your hunger strike demanding to see me, your dear father already handed over this 'secret' and all the evidence to Prince Khalid to save his own skin." I pulled out my phone, opened a video, and placed it in front of her. In the video was Bobby. He was kneeling on the ground, weeping bitterly. He looked even more pathetic than Brandon as he spilled every sordid detail from back then. To prove his sincerity, he even voluntarily handed over the forged evidence from years ago, along with a complete audio recording.

His expression tightened slightly. “I was building a company.” “And I was your wife.” The words hit the space between them with painful force. The elevator continued descending, but neither of them noticed the numbers anymore. “I kept waiting for you to choose me without being asked,” Elena admitted more quietly. “Do you know how humiliating it feels to beg your own husband to notice you?” Something shifted behind Adrian’s eyes “Elena—” “You noticed everything else,” she continued, her voice sharpening slightly despite herself. “Market changes. Investor reactions. Problems inside reports nobody else caught. You could walk into a room and immediately detect what was wrong, but somehow you nev

After saying those words, she ordered Keron to take me out of her sight. I didn't want him to touch me but l was weak and still invaded by shock, so he took me out of that room to ours on the third floor.l take myself as his wife. That statement was on my mind for the entire day. Yes his mysterious hidden wife for six years. At that moment l didnt know what do or say to Keron. That thing was not really human. A human can't change eyes to different colors and also shift into an animal. Realization hit me that she is the she devil the news used to talk about. Every thing was actually infront of me but it took me long to find out.

Everything swirls and I lean on King Harvey to breathe. “It is so nice to be loved, isn’t it? Werewolf husbands are very loving.” The King of the East’s wife says. Her yellow flowing dress gives her away. She offers a manicured green taloned hand at me, and I bow my head as I shake her hand. She smiles. “Y-yes, King Harvey is very, very…excellent.” The words escape me as my fears swallow me. The King of the East claps King Harvey on the shoulder and grins truly. “Come, come, let us talk of our last war!”

The King growled when the woman stopped before us, and my eyes dipped to see the heaving mounds of her exposed cleavage before I swallowed bitterly. “My pearls Your Highness! I seek my pearls! They’ve been stolen you see? And...and I think Judith here took them,” She grated and I felt my body tense as Nikolai’s bright gray eyes turned like deadly headlamps to face me. Too bright, his eyes, like one in lust, controlled. Was the King okay? “Is that right?” Nikolai’s booming baritone caressed my ears and I shook my head in disbelief, knowing that it was no use as the King was distracted by the woman’s beauty and the guards were already seizing me, roughly.

"Miss Sasha, forgive me for lying to you for the first time, but I did all this for you." ***San Diego Province Building A008 came from Adam's voice. "Smack!" "Slut, I said that Imelda's illness is getting worse and worse; it turns out that you are the ghost behind your back!" "I'm just such a son, how dare you? How dare you! A middle-aged woman with yellow hair was knocked to the ground, covering half of her face and covered in bruises. This woman is none other than Adam's wife Ivy. Some time ago, Adam's son Imelda suddenly fell ill.

“You left me yesterday in my own blood. You didn’t even care that I was dying. So tell me—what’s the benefit of staying in this marriage?” “You’re taking things too seriously. Don’t twist what happened—” “Really? I’m twisting things?” My voice rose. “Wow. Julian, we lost a child. My child. Our child. And you don’t even look bothered.” “Keep your voice down.” His eyes darted toward the door. “Why? You don’t want them to know about your secret wife, huh?” “Aria.” His voice was a warning now. “We’ll talk about this when we get home.”