Heir To The Empire Audiobook Novels & Stories

said the Librarian as he approached Rubia “Good morning… I want to have a look at the Empire’s History books.” “Very well… Please follow me.” The librarian takes Rubia to one of the last rows of the library. * “These are the books… May I suggest a book that may amuse you, your highness…?” “Go ahead.” “This book covers the Empire’s past as a whole except for the Current Emperors past.” “I’ll go with this then.” Said Rubia as she took the book from the Librarian

“No. No, he’ll fight his way out.” “I hope so.” Silence. Heavy. Suffocating. Then Noa turned to him. “You said I’m the endgame. What did you mean?” His brother looked at him. Long. Silent. And then said, “Because you’re the heir.” “What?” “To everything,” he said. “The empire. The bloodline. The war.” Noa shook his head. “That’s not possible.” “It is,” he said. “You were born into this long before Alessio ever touched you. You’re not his pawn, Noa. You’re his replacement.”

“Apology without change is manipulation, Axel. And that’s exactly what you’re trying to do.” He grabbed my shoulders, shook me slightly, and spoke huskily in my face. “We’re the only ones left of the three empires formed by our families. The Moranos are out, and you’re the last heiress who can unite what’s left of our empires.” I scoffed, bursting into laughter like he’d spoken a funny language. “I’m sorry, what?” “I wish I could explain everything to you right now,” he swallowed. “But I can’t, and that’s what even makes things worse.”

The empire would fall this time. And he would rise. END OF FLASHBACK

Chapter 425 That continent belongs to my forefathers so your father didn’t joke with matters concern me at all. He thought me conjuration. And made sure that I mustered into it. Don’t be trouble as far as I am alive be at peace with yourself ok? Yes, Daddy. What do you do for leaving? Daddy he is the vice Emperor of Far North Continent and Your Son is the Emperor, Princess explained. who is the Emperor Prince? Yes Daddy, You have gone for the throne of your fore fathers. Who told you all these history? Junior have you swore to the throne? Not yet Daddy. That is good your father has enough of Diamond. Because his throne was diamond throne.

"Thank God you were so pigheaded. Otherwise, I might've actually married you—a fraud. "Now, even if you got down on your knees and begged me to marry you, I wouldn't be interested. The man I'm marrying is Arthur. He's the real heir to the Harrison family. As for you—" She looked me up and down, her eyes filled with contempt. "No matter how capable you think you are, you're still getting thrown out." My mom let out a cold snort. "Look at you now. If you'd just listened to us from the start, you wouldn't have ended up with everyone turning against you."

Most of all. He remembered becoming the father of the child she had just fled the pack to protect. And for the first time in his life... The future Alpha of the pack broke.

Luckily it wasn’t too hot, but I had to dab at my jeans with a stray fast-food napkin as my mind whirled. I decided that honesty was my best bet here. “Yes, I know who he is. How do you?” Da’s lips lifted in a wan smile. “You know he’s the Hereditary Prince of Salasia, then? The only son of Prince Étienne?” “Yes. He told me so himself not soon after we started traveling.” Da smoked in thoughtful silence. He seemed calmer today. “How’s Liam?” he said suddenly.

With every word, his voice grew rougher, until it was almost a choke. "I know 'sorry' is useless," he went on. "I know you have a new life, a new world. But Flora... please. Give me one chance. Just one chance to make up for what I did." I listened silently, a storm of emotions churning inside me. This man, once as proud as an emperor, was now standing before me, utterly broken. "What kind of chance?" I asked. He clenched his fists, his whole body trembling slightly. "Come home and see," he said, his voice almost a prayer. "Just once. Come back to the manor."

I got into the car without looking back again. As the door closed, I saw him one last time through the darkened glass—standing motionless in the Vale driveway while his mother stared in horror from the entrance, the elders kept their heads lowered, and the empire he had been born to inherit stood around him like a house already beginning to crack. Only then, as the car pulled away from the estate, did I finally understand what true ending felt like. Not rage. Not grief. Relief.