Romans & histoires The Wife He Burned, The Queen She Became

Possessing. “You changed,” he continued in that same soft, almost loving voice. “One day, you were my sweet, quiet girl who signed whatever I asked. The next time you were wearing new clothes, refusing my calls, letting my brother put his hands on you.” He stopped behind me and leaned down, lips brushing my ear. “Did you really think I would stay in jail and let you both have babies? get married? Did you think I’d just let you go?” My scar burned on my neck, cold and sharp, but I kept my voice steady. “You tried to have me killed, Adrian. My uncles—”

She wondered how many tears were hitting her face, how many seep into her skin. She loved this man with all her heart, protected him, supported him and everything. She tried to be the best wife to him and yet she is the ignored one. Just because she cannot get pregnant, his love for her faded away all these years and now that mortal girl is pregnant with his child, she would be his Queen. There is no worth of an unfruitful Queen...thinking about this, she cried and cried her heart out. ________________________ Siren, Chapelle and Florence reached in front of a small cottage and noticed the lights were on.

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

“Packing.” His jaw tightened. “We’re not going anywhere.” “I am,” she replied quietly. The room seemed to shrink. “You can’t just leave,” Lucas said. She finally turned to him. “I’m not disappearing. I’m choosing space.” “For what?” he demanded. “So I don’t forget who I was before I became someone you tolerate,” she said. The words hit harder than accusation. “You’re my wife,” Lucas said sharply. “You don’t get to make decisions like this alone.”

She never wanted to be dragged back into the war she escaped. And she trusted me to keep her safe. I would not fail her. I straightened, rolled my shoulders, and the resolve settled into my bones, heavy and certain. If Ronan wanted a war, I wouldn’t give him an easy one. If he wanted to take something from me, he would lose everything he had first. If he wanted my wife…. he would see the monster I became for her. Because I wasn’t just a king. I was a husband. A father.

And now, her husband wanted her to cross the one line she had vowed never to break. Emelia curled tighter into the armchair, her body trembling. She thought of her wedding day, of the Reverend’s booming voice as he declared their vows. She thought of the accident that had brought her into this family, and of the man who had rescued her from the ruins of her old life. Now he was asking her to ruin herself in return.

She walked to the window and looked out over the lights of London, spread far below — the city where she had dreamed of building a life, where she had given her whole heart to someone who never deserved it. “You think I am gone,” she spoke into the quiet, her voice steadying. “You think you can throw me away and carry on as if nothing happened.” She touched the bandages on her face. “But I am still here. And I will not simply vanish.” She remembered Leonard’s hollow apology. Margaret’s dismissive words about her daughter. The way everyone turned away when she needed them most. “Someday…” she promised, soft but unshakable, gazing toward the horizon, “you will regret this. You will see me stan

she said. He did. Not because she asked. But because, for once, he didn’t know how to stand tall. Leah studied him. Not as a grandmother. Not as family. But as a woman who had survived men like him. “You saw her tonight,” she said. “Not the girl you married. The woman she became.” Callum said nothing. “You always liked the quiet ones,” she continued. “The ones who smiled and stepped aside. You called it grace. I call it erasure.”

Because how could he, a king, have stooped to unite with such an impure person if it had not been that he had been enchanted? This, therefore, passed as a news item, the slave nevertheless undergoing the jealousy of the queen who knew better than her husband was never bewitched. No, he had been conquered by the beauty of the young woman as soon as he had laid eyes on her. And unable to resist her charms for long, he had given in to his primal desires, falling like a wild beast on the young woman. But instead of attacking her husband, she preferred to attack innocence, thus expressing a barely concealed complex. And the abuse became even more repetitive as she knew that her rival, albeit impr

“You should be grateful you get to exist under his roof. The least you can do is serve him properly, or he’ll throw you back where you belong.” My breath hitched but I still didn't react. Clair leaned closer, whispering the final blow, “And let’s not forget, Vera, you’re barren. A wife who can’t even give her husband a child. Tell me, what good are you? You’re just a burden he has to endure to keep his reputation clean.” My vision blurred. Heat surged in my veins, and before I could think it through, my palm landed on her face, so hard that it resounded in the hall.