The Queen's Justice Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I demand an explanation—” “You’ll get a trial,” I said. “One the public will witness. And if the people you starved and bled do not vote to exile you, perhaps they’ll just feed you to the gallows.” No one laughed. Ashyrel walked into the room, dressed not as a Queen… …but as justice. “The Queen you tried to destroy,” she said, “is the same one who rebuilt what you ruined. And now, she will remove you like the weeds you are.”

"Ten days, and you'll be my Queen in the eyes of the Kingdom too. Not just by claiming or by might, but by formal coronation." "Ten days," I echoed, the thought both terrifying and exhilarating. From servant girl to crowned Queen in just over a month – a journey no one could have predicted, least of all me. I raised my glass to his, the crystal clinking softly in the quiet of his office. "To justice served," I said. His eyes, warm with pride and something deeper, met mine. "To justice," he agreed. "And to the Queen who delivers it."

“Sleep together, huh? Of course I'll do it. I am Maia Queen. I will never give up until I die! I will conquer you, Juan O'Neil, until you forget the pain your wife has caused you!” If the Maia Queen is determined, then it will definitely happen.

She was in a dark riding habit, her whip tapping rhythmically against her thigh. "Does he have them, Doctor?" Charlotte’s voice was a whip-crack in the quiet. "He does." Daniel patted his pocket. "And I have the diagnosis you requested. The 'Queen' suffers from a corruption of the flesh. A hidden blight. It’s why the womb remains barren." "A blight?" Charlotte walked a slow circle around Noah, her eyes fixed on the gold collar. "How very tragic. The King must be devastated. A corruption like that... it requires a public cleansing, doesn't it?"

She made the decision to hold off till he revealed himself. Her attitude quickly got more serious, and there was murderous purpose in her eyes. Jude has fallen for the ruse, but why did Cohen offer her money? “Check it out, please. They ought to have relaxed after a month." Everything she did was carefully thought out, even the map behind the picture, which was meant to tempt Jude. Jude yearned for this map, and he would only trust her if she showed up out of the blue. He was astute. This would be the only way to expose his actual brutality.

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”