All Chapters of Seduced by a King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

James... Fucking... King. The man I fell in love with when I was barely 17 years old. The man who looks like Adonis re-encarnated, is wicked smart and more or less rules Montonia. The man I married almost 5 years ago. The man...who still yearns for my sister. I know. Its such a freaking cliché. The sister and the husband having an affair. However, this is not quite that-its worse. Because they'd been together forever before. They share a past. And Im the one who developed feelings for my sister's college boyfriend. I couldn't even hide my feelings as a teenager, so my sister, mum and dad had to sit me down and talk to me about how it wasn't really appropriate for me to have those feelings and I definitely couldn't act on them when he was with my sister. I. was. MORTEFIED! And my already shaky relationship to my sister deteriorated rapidly! I avoided my family for years after that just to make sure I didnt do anything weird near Carrie and James. But whenever James would show

I pick up my phone and dial James' number. He doesn't pick up. I dial again. Nothing. I dial Nate's number, James' executive assistant. "Hello Mrs. King. How can I help today?" Nate answers. Finally! "Hi Nate. Can I talk to James, please? It's urgent and he's not answering his own phone." "I'm sorry, Mrs. King. He's in a very important meeting and demanded not to be distubed." "Nate, I am going to ask you a couple of questions, okay? And you are going to answer them. I know you signed an NDA when you became Mr. King's assistant so there are things you litterally cannot talk about. But you and I are on decent terms, right? Wouldn't you say?" Nate hesitates in answering my questions "arhm....yes Ma'am." Good. He's nervous. He is an excellent assistant...now. I'd saved his job on more than one occation when he was still training to James' assistant-the hardest job in the world with impossible standards to fulfil. And I'd always said I'd come collecting one day. I meant it as a joke

That evil, conniving bi…..you know what. Usually this kind of behavior would have required me to “kill it with kindness” and just ignore her actions. That’s what my husband had instructed me to do when the bitch finally broke me with her mean words and evil ways in the beginning of our marriage. But if I’m getting divorced anyways….“Lisa! Can you please take a few of the boxes and get me the one in charge?” I instruct the distressed maid.“Right away Ma’am!”A couple of heavy set men stop a couple feet away from me and I turn around to face them and say “I’m sorry, Gentlemen. This has turned out to be a wasted trip for you guys. I was told that it was Madeline King who commissioned this move? Sadly, My mother-in-law has dementia and isn’t quite all the there anymore if you know what I mean. No one is moving.” Sympathy instantly shows on both of their faces and the older of men says “Oh. Well that’s alright. My missus’ sister has Alzheimers. Nasty disease. You never know what they’re

James was starring at me. With those piercing and stormy eyes of his that had frightened world leaders with a single look, made women wanting to drop to their knees in public og frozen CEOs in their place. "What?" I asked him. "At no point did I say that I wanted a divorce NOR accept an annullment." He stated firmly. "That may be, however I will not accept being a wife to a husband with a mistress. Even in a contract marriage." I told him in no uncertain terms. "Josefine, I told you that if Carrie ever came back you should prepare youself. I told you plans may change. Not that they will change. And yes, I do have feelings for her, but I haven't processed those feelings yet. I think we have a decent marriage. We get along. The public like us together as husband and wife. You are well liked, not just in high society circles but by all. I know you and take care of yo-" "I DON'T CARE!" I scream at him! Fucking Bastard! I'm so angry with him that my entire body was shaking with adren

Adam, my driver and unofficial bodyguard at times, easily recognized my need for a quiet moment and just asked where to and nothing more. Usually, we chitchat back and forth about his beautiful Italian wife, his four way-too-beautiful daughters and his Italian Nonna's food and my efforts to immitate that woman's brilliant cooking and failing again and again. Adam's grandmother owned the best Italian joint in town and I had met her several times. A Queen of pasta if there ever was one. Needless to say, I could always keep the conversation going with Adam...However, today he took one look at me and let me have my peace. I couldn't stop my thoughts running wild. Damn, I could still taste James in my mouth. Why did he have to confuse me with that body of his? Why did he have to look like Adonis and why the hell did I have to be extremely attracted to that? Why couldn't he just have kissed me like that on our freaking wedding night?! Oh yeah...The ghost of Carrie still haunted us. I needed