The Wife He Burned, The Queen She Became Novels & Stories

She denied us in front of everyone and watched while I was beaten half to death. At that time, she hadn't moved at all. Maybe I was never part of her world. Maybe I was never someone she truly loved. The thought of marrying her again made me sick. I shoved her away, not bothering to hide it. "I've wanted to forget all of that for a long time. Don't flatter yourself. Divorced or not, I'm not going back. Got it?" She started to say something else, but I called the nurse in and had her taken out.

He stayed in the quiet house, letting the truth settle into the places he had spent years avoiding. that she had not just been a stranger who signed a contract. She had been a woman who walked into something she didn't fully understand because she loved her family enough to sacrifice herself for them. And she had been walking inside something even larger than that. Something connected to his family. To his father. To a street and a deal and a decision made years before she was ever in this house. She doesn't know what she's living inside. He pressed both hands flat against his knees. He had to fix this,Not manage it. Fix it.

The beautiful sparkle in her eyes was no longer present since she had lost her candlelight. Since she lost her son. And the only opportunity they had to put his spirits to rest, her husband had thrown it away for ammunition. Dimitri exchanged my son's life for mere shells. Her hands and lips trembled; she was made a fool of by her husband, the father of her child, who was supposed to push for revenge as much as she did. Clutching at the material of her gown, she sobbed, tears washing down her mascara, creating streaks of black lines on her beautiful face.

"Kuma ina, m noblewoman daga mulkin Bellechester, kai ka as my daya kadai. Za ka, kuma, ka rike zuciyata a hannunka. Ka nuna mini yadda za a yi karfi da kuma yaki na soyayya ... kuma na jingina wannan unyielding soyayya a cikin zuciyata zuwa gare ku. Ina da gaske girmama su zama matarka da kuma sarauniya." (And I, a feeble noblewoman from the kingdom of Bellechester, take you as my one and only. You, too, hold my heart in your hand. You have shown me how to be strong and fight for love...and I pledge this unyielding love in my heart to you. I am truly honored to be your wife and queen. I will respect you and love you always. You are the King of my heart.)

She watched the flames consume everything, her expression cold, unyielding. The girl who had once been sold was gone. What stood in her place was a queen made in fire. Matteo came to her side, his hand brushing hers, silent. He didn’t offer comfort, because she didn’t need it. She needed something else: respect, acknowledgment. She didn’t look at him, but her words carried over the crackle of flames. “This is only the beginning.” Matteo’s lips are curved, sharp and dark. “Good. Let them all burn.”

Seraphina's POV The last thing I remembered was fire. Darius's cruel smile as the flames licked at my wedding gown. The searing pain as my skin blistered and blackened. The way my wolf howled in agony as our mate—our destined partner—watched us burn alive. Now my soul floated in darkness, weightless and untethered. The pain had faded, replaced by an eerie calm. Was this the afterlife? Some cruel purgatory for betrayed mates?

"If the office hadn't been full of staff, I might have been dragged back and forced into a marriage with the Marshall family." After the recording ended, my colleagues were silent, then one by one, they offered me cups of coffee, a silent salute to my ordeal. "Harriet, you've been through a lot," they said. I just smiled. People only saw where someone ended up, never the journey it took to get there. My journey was paved with blood and tears. They call me heartless, but they have no idea how much passion I once had, all burnt to cinders. Now, I have turned those cinders into a blade.

He had no right to keep another woman’s stuff in his house while he had me, his wife staying in a cottage. “I think you know what I burned.” he let out a dark chuckle. “Why, huh! Why the fuck did you fucking do that?” I looked him dead in the eye. “Because I am your wife, not her. you have me staying in a cottage like a tenant while you have an empty room full of that witch’s stuff! So, yes, I burned them to make space for me!” he pulled me by my clothes bringing me close to him. “Who the fuck do you think you are!” he bellowed. He was so close that I could clearly see how close his wolf was from taking over.

The queen was a selfish being, she never showed affection for her husband or children she wasnt there to raise them neither was she involved in their upbringing. But what set her of was she Nico went for her lady in waiting, Bianca. A simple girl she had found in the rouges territory, as she took her in and raise her to be her lady in waiting. She loved Bianca like her daughter. So when she found out her husband was seeing her she warned her to stay away. But when Bianca started acting rebellious and turned against her as she assumed the role of a mistress. The queen tried to kill her and when she caught them in bed one day she knew she have had enough as she plan she chilled of at her famil

Tonight, my husband burned hot again. His grip locked on my waist, whispers spilling against my skin, sinful enough to set my cheeks on fire. After, I sank into Giovanni's arms, tracing lazy circles across his chest. "Gio..." My voice was raw, worn from the heat. A quiet "Mm." Eyes shut, arms pulling me tighter. I smiled anyway. Three years in, and he finally showed me passion. Two months straight, our nights burned with it. I stole a glance.