Baca Novel Remarried Empress Novels & Stories

She sprinkled the coconut water to that gravestone. “How are you, my girl. Mom is okay here. Hope you are safe there.” She said putting sad eyes on her face. Tears were rolling from her eyes while she was remembering her daughter when she was alive. “Your Majesty. Please pull yourself together.” Siwa approached her. “I’m sorry, I am just sad as I remember her. She is a fair and kind woman, but no one wanted to marry her because of my social status as the Empress. I was upset by it that I did something unforgivable.” She sobbed. ”But, one day, a well-manner man named Empu Bahula paid us a visit and married her. I was very happy back then that I didn’t suspect him at all. I then approved his p

She had just gotten out of a marriage with the Second Prince but was being sought after for the First. Just then, high-pitched squealing came from the marital chambers. The Emperor smiled as the Empress and Hana blushed profoundly, knowing the act of marriage was finally being performed. The twin princesses also placed their hands up to their mouths to contain their embarrassment. The Head Master frowned as the squealing was familiar to his ears as he had numerously attended the slaughtering of the hogs for the Sect. The First Prince sat there unmoved by the sounds and only had an evil grin, knowing his second brother’s downfall by the assassin’s hands was close.

An hour ago I was standing on the bridge about to end it all and now here I was in my supposed fiancé’s house. Yes… I’m getting married to Sebastian. If I have to marry a total stranger to bring Ethan and Lila down, I will. After all, I married for love… and look what it did to me. Now I’m marrying for revenge. That alone sounded crazy in my head, but at this point, nothing about my life made sense anymore. I sat on the couch quietly, rubbing my hands on my lap, trying to calm the fury inside me.

“Yeah. Everything.” Emory didn’t seem to catch the flatness in my voice. “Can you believe it? After all the years of heartbreak and watching them run around with those imposters, we’re finally getting our happy ending.” She leaned in a little, her eyes dancing with something between mischief and triumph. “It’s poetic. Two cousins. Two weddings. Two men who finally realized where they belonged.” I forced a laugh, hollow and brittle. Realized? More like forced to realize? “Poetic, sure.”

She wore ripped jeans and a silk camisole, hair piled on top of her head in a messy knot, but the energy coming off her could’ve powered half of Manhattan. She shoved a flute of champagne into my hand. Bubbles raced up the glass like tiny fireworks. “To freedom,” she said, clinking her glass against mine so hard I thought it might crack. “And to the bitch who finally stopped apologizing for breathing.” I took a long sip. The cold fizz burned down my throat in the best way. “I signed the papers,” I said. “I know. Theo texted me screenshots of the headlines. ‘Heiress Dumps Billionaire in Dramatic Courthouse Showdown.’ Iconic.”

He muttered as he scooped the inebriated princess off her feet. She’s bold. So my type. Zane thought as he leaned against the pillar, watching. His smirk lingered, but his amusement was fading, replaced by something far heavier. His mission. He let out a slow breath, his gaze darkening as he recalled the history. Princess Vaani was supposed to marry Crown Prince Do-won. A political union, a match made for duty, not love. A marriage she detested. And so love had to interfere. She fell for King Yu instead. For now, a humble palace guard, Kang Yeonho.

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“How could you replace me so easily?” She wanted to ask him that very question. It was just a few days after the death of the royal concubine but how could another wedding be in place? Watching Princess Natalia bow at His Majesty reminded her of how she also started to live in the palace but this time, such a scene sank her heart as it was not her who was marrying him. Biting her lower lip, Emery looked down once more as she could no longer bear to watch the scene in front of her. She, then, wiped off her tears with her shaking hand.