Novel & Cerita Daughter Of The Empire

The man who had once thought himself the predator now stood frozen in the den he built, surrounded by fire and ruin. He reached for his gun. “Don’t,” Dario warned. Emilia’s voice was a whisper of finality. “This was your mistake, Father. You made a queen to sell her. You should’ve known she’d come back for the throne.” Her words were the last thing he heard before the lights went out, and the shooting began. Gunfire echoed through the halls, methodical, ruthless. Emilia didn’t flinch. She watched as the empire her father had built on blood finally fell beneath her command.

While my father wanted a son, everything was left to me, and I have done nothing but prove to him that a woman can rule and ensure everything goes well. My head falls forward, and this world isn't what it was before. My father retired, and things changed, but not as much as in the last few months with him gone entirely. Death took him, and for some reason, when people hear of his death, they fight me. They think I will crack and become weak; instead, I stood taller, stronger and fought back just as hard, if not harder.

“So Phoenix, weakened me? That is why it took me so long to break from it then? And that’s why the others couldn’t wake up by themselves too?” The blinding white smile of hers reappeared. “You’re getting it. Yes, in all honesty, you should never have woken, it should have taken much longer than four years. That’s why Mrs Velt was so interested in you. She was shocked that someone with that gift she has been researching for so many years was so close. Daughter of an I.L. agent. Someone that we all fought with back in the days.” “What, my dad?” “Yes. He was one of the best.”

His lip cut open as his jaw was also broken. "Petty squabbles .. you speak without thinking." Melinda said. "My husband wishes to kill those who threatened the Empire, and yet you get in the way." "Daughter.. this is not the time." 1st Emperor tried to gain control of the situation. But it was not to be. aware that even though he was restored, his daughter had surpassed him in power.

She smiled like she knew something everyone else didn’t. She stopped beside me and extended her hand. “Sophia,” she said. “Nice to finally meet you.” I stood out of courtesy and shook her hand. “Desmond.” Her grip was firm. Her eyes lingered on mine longer than necessary. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” “I’m sure,” I replied flatly. She laughed, clearly amused. “Straight to the point. I like that.” My father cleared his throat. “Sophia is the daughter of one of our strongest allied empires.”

Mark has asked him to bring her to the palace as soon as her last symptoms begin and he will take care of the rest. Then the top of her head embraces her with possessiveness and his tears fall generously, she is weak and will not bear the dangerous process of transformation, as the sons of his race are of pure blood and suffer from the process of transformation and some of them do not skip it, but lose their lives during it due to its danger and the complications that occur during it, so how about his daughter with mixed blood. "You'll be fine, I promise you, my love, you'll be fine, just be strong, please fight and be brave."

Her body swayed unsteadily where she stood. "Bring that shameless woman to me immediately." Before Celeste could even bow in greeting, she was slapped hard twice across the face. Bright red handprints immediately appeared on her cheeks, showing just how much Empress Victoria hated her. "So, you used that pretty face of yours to seduce the Crown Prince, didn't you?" Empress Victoria was the legitimate daughter of a prestigious noble family. As a child, she had watched her father being seduced by mistresses while her mother wept herself to death in resentment. Hence, she had always despised illegitimate children with a passion.

I asked suspiciously, "You hated my father. You spent a decade trying to drive Quinnix Innovations into the dirt. Why would you spend a fortune to free his daughter?" Jared’s hazel eyes locked into mine as he let out a soft amused breath, leaning an inch closer. "Because Amelia, your father is dead, and the empire he left behind is currently being asset stripped by your charming ex-fiancé and your traitorous cousin. Quinnix Innovations is vulnerable and I don’t like leaving things I want out in the open." "You want Quinnix," I said with a frown. "So you dragged me out of a South African prison to do what? Beg me for stock options?"

"No..." "Your highness, I beg of you." Empress Xue Chi's father kneels towards the empress dowager and even leans his forehead to the wooden floor. "Please don't make my daughter a murderer." The empress dowager just stared at him coldly ad snorted. "She's not your daughter anymore ever since you gave her to my clan." She then turns her gaze towards the empress, walks closer to them, and pulled her away from her mother's embrace. "Now, if you are still not willing to do it..."

And damn it, I feel like I’m failing. They reach me. Her father’s hand is steady on her arm, though his shoulders are stiff, carrying a weight he doesn’t trust me with. His gaze locks on mine before he says anything. “Dante.” His voice is calm but firm. "Signore Hart." My tone is polite. The crowd is watching. For a beat, he doesn’t let go. He studies me, measuring. It grates on my nerves. “This is my daughter,” he says slowly, as if I don’t already know. “My only daughter. You’ll take care of her.”