Novel & Cerita Emperor And Me

The Emperor hesitated. What happened... during these four years? --- He swallowed his anger. "There is another important matter." He gestured toward the young woman beside him. "Come forward." The girl obediently stepped ahead. The hall erupted into whispers. Only Kiara remained expressionless. She had expected this moment. "I wish to introduce my second daughter." "Amelia Hyperion." The whispers grew louder. The Emperor continued. "Eighteen years ago... I mistook another woman for my late wife." "From that mistake..."

He gave me a small nod and replied in a calm tone, “Lucien sent me.” “What?” “He said your braised ribs were good. He told me to come here to learn from you.” Huh?! The Dragon Emperor had come to my apartment to learn how to make braised ribs? Ten thousand questions started swirling around inside my head, but somehow, none of them made it out of my mouth. “In that case… come on in.” He stepped inside and changed into guest slippers by the door, which, frankly, raised even more questions in my mind about how a Dragon Emperor knew to change into guest slippers.

Mother? “ I missed you every single day, my princess,” the emperor hugged me. I hadn't noticed when he got up. “ Wait a minute, I don't know what you all are talking about. My name is Eira not Cleo. I think you've gotten the wrong person,” I apologized, pulling away from the hug. “ Not with that hair and color. Only a member of the royal family has this look,” the emperor stated. “ Do you get it now?” The empress took my hands in hers. “ You are back where you belong. You are our daughter and the crown prince of Azurethra Empire.”

I stood taller. “You’d survive,” I said, voice light but threaded with the truth we both knew. “But the calendars would be chaos, the investors would revolt, and you’d probably forget to eat lunch again. Good thing I’m here to keep the empire—and its emperor—on track.” His dark eyes warmed, the kind of look that still made my pulse skip even after all this time. “Emperor, huh? Careful, Mrs. Blackwood. Keep talking like that and I might have to promote you to co-ruler.”

He looked strikingly similar to Joel. Emily furrowed her brows, reading the caption on the screen: "JOEL MANCHESTER, CEO OF EMPIRE WORLD CORPORATION." Her mouth fell open in disbelief. She rubbed her eyes and looked again, but it was still the same man and the same caption. Her mind raced, connecting all the dots: the bank accounts, the lavish lifestyle, the shopping spree. The man she was living with was indeed the CEO of Empire World Corporation. Everything suddenly made sense—the familiarity, the arrogance, and the inhuman aura he carried.

The overlord of the Indo Continent Royal family. The temple erupted in a roar. I now have the privilege of introducing the Gentlemen of the Land. When he was twenty-five years old, he was sworn in as Emperor of this Land. In the twenty-first century, he was a billionaire. Dr. Doris, his wife. Ladies and gentlemen, I present His Imperial Majesty Sir Justice Maclean, the current Emperor of the Indo-Pacific. Now we've gathered here to witness Professor Prince Justice Maclean's wedding with his twenty-eight gorgeous brides. Do you believe Prince is a pervert? All the females in this room have seen his star and have voluntarily agreed to serve Prince.

Being Dharakand’s princess had trained her to read the deceit lurking behind familiar faces, and to suspect the motives wrapped in an emperor’s summons. “Greetings, Your Majesty,” she said, curtseying. He gave the smallest nod—acknowledgment without warmth, the kind of gesture that said her respect was expected, not earned. Typical of a man who thought his crown made him the measure of all things. “How are you feeling?” he asked, his tone smooth—pleasant on the surface. But she could see the calculation beneath it. The question unsettled her. Why does he care about her health? Kings don’t ask out of kindness—they ask to see where the cracks are.

The city lights blurred. Elara pressed her palm to her belly. The life inside moved again, a tiny stubborn beat. She whispered, “I will keep you safe,” and did not know if promise was brave or foolish. A message flashed on her phone: CONFIRMATION: TRANSACTION COMPLETE—from Adrian’s office. She swallowed hard. The words felt like a lock. They drove through streets bright with other people’s lives. The car turned into a quieter road. Elara watched the city recede and thought of names—Victor Hale, board members with polite faces. She thought of how easy it was for men to turn rumor into law.

Serena Sutton was my fiancee, but she wanted to marry my bodyguard, Evan Brooks. The man was a cheat. I didn't want her taken in, so I took her to see for herself what he really was. While the two of them were fighting, a car came through at speed and killed him. And Serena hated me for it with everything in her. In the third year of our marriage, she killed our son. I was in so much pain I was coughing up blood, and she put a knife in me. "Adrian, this is what you owe me for Evan." Only then did I learn that she had never forgotten him. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the second before I meant to expose him. This time, I'm staying out of it.

She nodded without looking at him which made him doubt she was giving him a cold shoulder. He could not understand this woman. She seemed to show different colours of herself. One moment she acted like a grumpy old man and other times she acts like a docile lamb or a demoness disguised as a seductress or an abandoned kitten desperate for help. Who is the real her? This made him want to know everything about her. What made the omnipotent Empress among the socialites fall from grace and what made her return after disappearing without a trace four years ago. She felt worse for she had been crippled even if it's for a few months. It made her revenge plan more pending. And the Royal Steel, thinki