My Wife is a Sassy Queen

Rose had been feeling like a cat on hot bricks since she found out the necklace belonging to Anne Petrova which was supposed to be safely hidden by Romeo or discreetly sold was being auctioned in a high-profile manner.

She could not tell anyone why she was so agitated though Lester and the maids had realized something was off. She simply blamed the bad weather and mood swings.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Rose had spent quite a sum of money to find out who had placed it in an auction, but she did not find anything other than the fact that it was done anonymously.

Finally, the day of the auction arrived, and anyone of some importance was seated in the largest auction house in P city which had been the talk of the town for months. The organizers had spent over six months planning the auction. Every single minor detail had been examined by a committee and approved by the head of the auction house.

Every item placed in the auction was examined for authenticity, every guest was invited with a clear purpose.

And most of the wanna-be bigwigs of P city bought their way in paying for the expensive tickets.

The Aprices were one such guest who had spent over a million in just tickets and dresses to fit in. However, they were shameless enough to brag that they had been invited.

Romeo who had been paying attention to Rose sneered hearing them. No wonder they were invited, they had donated such a big piece of jewelry.

Rose felt someone looking at her, but she could not find anyone. She thought it was the stress getting to her and did not think too much about it.

Romeo, however, was enjoying making her fidget. He was also thinking of several different ways he could make her fidget. They had been husband and wife for years, he knew her too well and she had aged well.

Liliana was looking at them all from the topmost box as Jonathan observed her expressions.

“Who is that man?” Jonathan asked her.

“Lydia Aprice’s biological father, Rose Aprice’s first husband and co-conspirator.” Liliana summarized.

“Wait! Lydia is not Lester’s daughter?” Jonathan asked, stunned.

“Nope! She just wants to be. I guess it’s her parent’s genes that make her covet everything that’s not hers.” Liliana snorted.

“Who are they to you?” He asked, hoping for an answer that scared him and enthralled him.

“I am so sorry, Nathan!” Liliana sighed. “This is something you must figure out on your own.”

“Are you who I think you are?” He asked clenching his fist hard.

Liliana held his fist and unclenched it. “Yes and No.”

She looked at him and dropped his hand as she said with determination, “When you find the answers you are looking for, come to me, Nathan! I will answer everything else. Until then, please forgive me, because the best I can do is say that I am sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Not to me!” He said as he patted her head. “Let’s do this, shall we?” He changed the topic.