Baca The Abandoned Empress Novels & Stories

“Give me five.” “Don’t be long,” Sophia said when she picked up. “They’re watching the building. Be careful.” “Always,” Elara lied. She did not want Sophia to hear panic. Her voice came steady. “I’ll be down.” She packed fast. Each motion had the calm of someone leaving a station for good. A sweater, two dresses, the blue case Sophia told her to bring—papers, an extra passport tucked inside. She wrapped the child’s small blanket and tucked it into the case last, feeling both shame and fierce hope.

She couldn't shake the feeling that she had abandoned her ,that she had failed her when she needed her most. The tears streamed down her face, a constant reminder of her cowardice. "I'm sorry," she whispered again, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own despair.

And against reason, against training, against every wall he had built, he dropped a coin into the woman’s hand, pocketing the anklet. “Ah, a wise choice.” She winked. “Especially on a day like this. You know, the princess of Dharakand was to wed our Crown Prince today.” His head snapped up. “What did you say?” She blinked at his sharpness, then lowered her voice conspiratorially. “But the Crown Prince vanished. Gone before the vows. Some say he fled. Some say he was taken. Either way, the palace bells did not ring for marriage today—they tolled for scandal.”

He bites my earlobe and pants his hot breath into my ear. And yet, instead of sinking his canines into my neck and completing his claim on me, he does something completely unexpected- the cruelest of acts. With his length still buried deep inside of me, his arms around my body and the evidence of his possession still marking my skin, he says the words- “I, Xavier Bellator, reject you Jane, as my mate. By the divine creed that is my word, I rebuke any and all bonds that tie my soul to yours”.

Xisuthra moved swiftly to prepare a secret chariot that would move the dead princess to the secondary palace. On his way, he met with Inal Enlim. Inal Enlim was a concubine who was promoted to become the empress after the empress died. The reason she was promoted was that the crown prince, Aranar Enlim, was her son. Xisuthra bowed upon sighting the empress with her entourage right behind her. She stopped when she also saw him. She wondered why he was in such a hurry and where he was going.

Amanda's gaze appeared empty. Illarion wiped away the remnants of his kiss from her cherry-red lips. "Be completely mine, Amanda," he whispered. "You are destined for me, and vice versa." Amanda smiled, and her purple eyes began to shine again. 'Sometimes it's better not to know anything but still be happy by your side rather than knowing something and losing my feelings for you,' the girl with pinkish hair thought. Since then, Amanda, now a woman with a new identity as Vivian White Gree, became the empress of the ruler of the Black Continent, Emperor Illarion Black. As someone who had experienced the bitterness of ignorance, the new empress understood the importance of education.

“I think she was talking about all of you.” Bianca held Ethan’s hand on the table. She looked at the kitchen. She looked at her daughter. She looked at the ring on her finger. Her phone buzzed. Oates. A second message. There’s one more thing. I found Thomas Adeyemi’s original notes on the founding purpose. He wrote them by hand. I have them. I think you should read them before anything else.

“Why… why did you leave us?” Matthew did not look in our direction. His eyes remained fixed on the floor, completely emotionless as he stood beside the woman chosen for him by the Moon Goddess. He looked like a statue carved from stone. The man who had promised me only last night that he would never let me go had completely turned his back on his son and me. He simply allowed the Enforcers to drag us toward the dark doors of the temple. “Enjoy your return to the mud, human!” Lady Vanya shouted at us as she watched our defeat, her smile filled with triumph. “He belongs to the throne now, but not to you.”

He had also been given a second chance, and he was desperate to change everything. The phantom agony of the soul spikes and the suffocating heat of the flames felt as if they were still etched into my skin. The stinging pain made cold sweat pour down my face. Without hesitation, I stripped off my bridal gown. "Mr. Thorne, please burn the marriage contract. From this moment on, the engagement is void. I'm more than happy to step aside for Julian and Miriam." Julian looked at me, stunned. He clearly hadn't expected me to agree so easily.

Or maybe it was when she publicly humiliated me, calling me dull, virtueless, and unworthy of being her consort. There were too many instances to count. I couldn't remember, and frankly, I didn't care to anymore. Instead, I bowed deeply, performing the most formal royal salute. "I lack the virtue required for my position. I formally request to be deposed." My calm resignation only made Bella more furious. "Do you think I don't dare to do it? I've enabled you for far too long, which is why you're acting so brazen! "Guards! Drag the empress consort to the dungeons! Teach him some proper discipline!"