“I gave you my soul in my last life. In this one, I’ll settle for your crown.”
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In my first life, I was the devoted Queen. I waited two months for my husband, King Lauren, to return from the front lines—only for him to walk through the palace gates with a beautiful young maiden by his side and a decree in his hand: ‘She would be the new Queen’.
And because of that evil beauty he brought to our kingdom, I died a discarded "nobody," executed for a crime I didn't commit.
But death didn't take me. It sent me back.
I woke up on the morning of his return. The crowds are cheering, the flowers are blooming, and my husband is about to humiliate me in front of the entire kingdom.
But he doesn't know I've changed. He doesn't know I've returned with a special skill that makes me the most dangerous woman in the room.
Before he can introduce his "New Queen," I hand him the one thing no one in this kingdom has ever dared to ask for: Divorce papers.
In our land, a Queen asking for divorce is an abomination punishable by stoning.
But Lauren thinks I’m bluffing. He looks me in the eye, tears my petition to shreds, and growls, “You are my wife. I will never stamp those papers.”
He thinks he is keeping me trapped. He doesn't realize he has trapped himself in a palace with a woman who knows every one of his secrets—and is prepared to burn his kingdom to the ground just to see him sign his name.
My goal is simple; I will make him fall... not in love, but to his knees.
Since he spent my first life making me cry. I’ll spend my second making him bleed.

"Are you held by father against your will?" I asked in deep concern after we were done with our breakfast and left in the dining room to ourselves.


My father and stepmother both left early to handle kingdom duties while Peter and I remained behind.


He smiled as he searched my face before saying,


"Then what is it that you are not telling me, Peter?" I curiously asked and he sighed and looked away briefly before looking back at me again.


"I think father should tell you himself because it is his story to tell and not mine," he thoughtfully said.


"But I will be your wife soon and I will have to know everything," I reminded him.


"But that doesn't give me the license to spill someone else's secret when he or she doesn't want it to be known yet," he wisely reasoned and it wearied me.


"I hate you, Peter," I blurted out and got up to leave only for him to pull me back down but this time, my butt didn't land on my chair but on his thighs.


Chapter 132 - If I catch you, you are mine