Emperor Nero Husband Novels & Stories

“I never did.” “But, I do.” He paused for two seconds to see if Luciana had something to say but she didn't interrupt, then he continued. “A lot, mum. Your opinion isn't important in my marriage. She is my wife so whatever issues you're having with Kathleen it's for you to deal with, it's none of my flaming business. I'm sorry, but Henrietta is my ex wife and Charlene is my wife!” She was stunned by his outburst, he leaped up abruptly. “What the hell are you saying, Richard? This is about Miguel.”

Nero's hand found hers, his fingers intertwining with hers, "We have practiced tirelessly for the ball, my dear. Your grace and regality are apparent in every step you take, every word you speak. You need not be nervous; you possess the bearing of a true queen, unlike...unlike my former wife." The memory of his past marriage, marred by betrayal and disgrace, cast a fleeting shadow on his features. With a gentle squeeze of Valerine's hand, he dismissed the thought, focusing on the present. "Valerine," he continued, "I have prepared the necessary documents. With a signature, we can be wed today, without the spectacle of a grand wedding. We can still have our honeymoon, a moment of respite befo

She and Adriano had a son named Nero. Named after the Roman emperor, I guess. I wondered if the kid would grow up to be a tyrant or if he’d inherited his mother’s sweetness. I watched them both closely as they welcomed us. They seemed happy, genuinely happy. They looked at their husbands like they were heroes, not monsters.

He woke up with a bleeding head, and once he remembered what led him to it, he rushed out of the library but stopped. To his horror, the entire hallway was filled with dead bodies of his guards and servants. Screams were heard from afar, and Nero rushed out, fearing of the worst for his wife. And when he arrived in the courtyard, his wife was being choked by his best friend and a silver knife pointed at her stomach.

And I want to be done before he comes. I start on the now familiar path. Stopping just before the portrait, and take the customary look. He looks the same every time, Nochten’s first Emperor. He greets me like always, in all his glory. His blood-red eyes judged with the same intensity they had done countless times before. I once read how cruel our first Emperor was, how he had many wives and concubines. I wonder if which one my ancestro was. A wife or a concubine? Either way, one of them had to be my distant grandmother.

“We’re divorced. Stop harassing me.” Marco’s voice shook. “Aurora, I know you’re still angry at me. But that night, I swear I didn’t know the person they brought to me was you. Lina lied to me. She wanted to tear us apart. If you hate me because of that, she’s won!” His explanation made me laugh outright. “Hasn’t she succeeded? She married you. You two held a wedding in America.” Marco looked stunned, like he still believed I had no idea. “W-When did you find out?”

Too soon, Matteo stopped in front of Nero's room and nodded his head for her to enter. Chloe took a deep breath before walking inside the room, expecting Nero and his wife. Nero is annoyed when a woman walked inside his room. He didn't fully turn his head to look at her, but like his father said, he understood she is a doctor. He is angry that his father decided to send a doctor despite his protests. He is fine and he knows it. He doesn't need anyone to treat him. He had much worst wounds than this, but he recovered himself.

Jennet snapped and got flustered again. "Alright, fine..." Gomi responded coolly. It muffled the smirk that threatened to show on its face. Jennet inhaled deeply and fisted on her lap, holding in the urge to hit Gomi for making her embarrassed. "By the way, my husband said he is not on good terms with the Emperor," she shifted the topic, "are they, family members? I mean father and son?" Gomi burst into laughter, "They're not. My master and the emperor are of the same age."

The woman's voice was hushed as she spoke: "I've come across some methods to engage in intimacy without causing any harm to our little one." Verity withdrew her hand from her husband's manhood and placed it on his lap, causing Nero's soldier to rise even further. Nero gazed at his mate, his heart afluttering with disbelief at her actions. Yet, at the same time, he couldn't help but admire her for her tireless pursuit of knowledge that would safeguard their offspring from harm. "Fine! I don't have any choice.” Nero uttered his words and made a move to rise from his seat, intending to swap places with Verity. However, his wife intervened, halting him in his tracks.

Any attempt to undermine her would signal immediate consequences. I reviewed Nero’s position. His loyalty was complicated. He cared for Julia, yes, but his past choices and attachments made him unpredictable. I would allow him to remain near, but under observation. He could act as a secondary safeguard, a subtle influence, without interfering with the primary protection. His awareness of the pregnancy was useful; it bound him to responsibility, but it also needed to be managed carefully.