Baca Novel Remarried Empress Novels & Stories

It was so easy to laugh at her jokes, to let the tension in my shoulders drop for just a second. "When you two first got married, I worried the pressure of the family name might be too heavy," Evelyn said softly, looking at me with genuine pride in her eyes. "But you've grown into it beautifully, Emilka. Damian is incredibly lucky to have a wife who understands the stakes." "Thank you, Eve," I said, the words tasting like ash in my mouth. "That means a lot coming from you." Right then, the air in the room shifted. I didn't even have to look toward the entrance to know he had arrived. The subtle movement of the waitstaff, the sudden heavy energy clearing the path behind our booth, it was a pa

Vincenzo reached up to cup my cheeks, leaning down to capture my lips in a kiss. The ballroom erupted into thunderous applause and cheers. Under the witness of heavyweights from both the legal and illegal worlds, we completed the transfer of power and the forging of our marriage. I was no longer the weakling left to the mercy of Luca and Sophia's bullying. I was Elena Moretti. In this underground world filled with blood and violence, I stood at the absolute pinnacle of power.

"Gheaaa, how does it feel to be Cinderella?" After the lecture, as usual, Denisa immediately approached Ghea to interrogate her. She was curious about how her friend's life had been after getting married a few days ago. "What's with Cinderella? You knew I had an arranged marriage, so don't expect too much," Ghea replied while organizing her books on the table. "But the guy you married is handsome and filthy rich. How can there not be any perks? I even thought that after you got married, you'd be treated like a queen, just like in those movies. Ah, I envy you, Ghe."

She left, her perfume lingering like a threat. I texted Marcus immediately: " How soon can I move to Portland?” " Still April? Or sooner?" “Sooner. Much sooner.” Victoria appeared moments later. "Was that Emma?" "She knows about Portland. About my loans. Everything." "That's impossible. I only mentioned you were relocating." Victoria sat heavily. "Unless she's been going through your things." "Why would she?" "Because Emma wants what Catherine had. She's always wanted it." Victoria's voice dropped. "Before Catherine married Damien, Emma dated him first. Did you know that?"

"Look at you. You look like a homeless person who wandered into a museum. I cannot believe my husband is letting a filthy ex con sleep under my roof." I didn't flinch. After surviving three years in a cell fighting for bread a spoiled princess in a fur coat didn't scare me at all. I took a slow step forward, a cold, dangerous smile appearing on my face. "And you must be Claire. The temporary wife." Claire’s eyes widened in shock. "What did you just call me?!"

If a man wanted to, he could stand up and fight back, he would have a chance, but most women wouldn't. So instead I find their weaknesses and exploit them. Smiling at the next name I go to the club. Walking in I watch as everyone stays quiet. I see Evan look towards the fire exit, moving I rush to block it, grabbing him I throw him back. "What do you know?" "Well, the princess won't be ruling the city for long, that is for sure." He laughs, moving I punch him. "Who took her?" "You kill me you will never know." He smiles smugly. "I was expecting your visit, after standing right there watching them talk and listening, I couldn't wait to watch her empire fall down."

I was his legal wife, but Alex doesn't seem to regard me as such. He still views our marriage as a mere business alliance. The only reason he agreed to consummate our marriage was because Grandma Loretta wanted a grandchild. He makes sure to make love to me every day so we can make that happen. He couldn't disobey her. Or he might lose his position as the heir to the King corporation, the largest business empire in the States, single-handedly owned by Grandma Loretta. Alex needed her support. So he married me to please her.

Emil was relatively generous. During the divorce proceedings, he gave me $20 million on top of a car and a house. I started a modest florist business with the money. I had just bid farewell to a customer when I received a notification on my phone. It was a text from Emil, whom I hadn't contacted in three years. "Meet me at the city hall tomorrow at nine o’clock. We’re getting remarried." The tone of the text was as curt and authoritative as he had always been.

She had never voiced it aloud, never let anyone see the quiet ache she carried, but deep down, it had always been a regret. Every woman dreamed of being a bride, of walking down the aisle in a beautiful gown, of being the center of love and celebration. And Elena was no different. Her first marriage had robbed her of that dream. But the heavens must have taken pity on her because this time, fate had given her another chance. And Lucas… Lucas had made sure to fulfill all her dreams. He had left no stone unturned, ensuring that this day, their day, would be nothing short of perfection. Just as she had wished, both their families had come to understand their love.

The ballroom was a whirlwind of silk and gold, a celebration of the Knight-Rahim merger that should have been the happiest night of Zara’s life. Beside her, Uncle Rahim stood tall, his hand resting on her arm like a badge of honor. He was rich, he was powerful, and he was her blood. For a moment, Zara tried to force herself to feel the joy. She had a family again. She wasn't the orphan servant anymore; she was the niece of a textile tycoon.