I Chose The Emperor Ending Novels & Stories

He’s already manipulating the court, eliminating rivals, whispering into Tiberius’s silence from Capri. But without the legions, he’s still just a shadow ruler. Once he has them? He’s emperor in everything but name! 'Only one way to know.' He unrolled the scroll. His eyes scanned the words—then darkened. His jaw twitched. He reached out and knocked the bust of Tiberius from its pedestal without looking. It fell with a dull, brittle crack—shattering on the mosaic like an old bone. A slave crept in, silent as a shadow.

The Emperor condemned him for not caring about his own brother. [Actually, the Emperor regretted it almost immediately. He just couldn't bring himself to admit it.] My mending slowed. I sat lost in thought. … A year passed, and Adrian had grown taller. His gaze became even more composed. Father taught him everything he knew, and Adrian learned with astonishing speed. One day, I was watching him practice his writing. Without warning, words exploded. [Breaking news! The crown prince has died of illness! The Emperor coughed up blood from grief!]

Locked them away. Sweat slid down my neck. My breathing steadied. Minutes passed. Or hours. I did not know. A voice outside the door made my eyes snap open. “Prepare Prince Lior.” Another voice answered. “The carriage to the Tyrant Emperor leaves at dawn.” Silence. I stared toward the door. Then slowly… I smiled. Cold. Sharp. Terrifying. “Ragnar,” I murmured. The Blood Tyrant. The monster emperor. The man this body had feared so much he chose death.

Bella already knew the answer in her heart, yet she still clung to a desperate shred of hope. What if? "No," I replied, looking at her with absolute calm. A woman like her was unworthy of being a mother. As expected, her final hope crumbled. She closed her eyes in pure despair. Right at that moment, a thunderous crash echoed from the palace gates. The rebel army had breached the final line of defense. They were marching straight for us. I had foreseen this exact ending long ago. Bella forced another smile and reached her hand out to me. "Josiah, I know your task was to keep Harry from becoming the empress consort. Don't worry. As long as you are with me, I will never see him again."

Aakash said. It was his suggestion to send them to his village. His uncle was a wrestler, including his cousins. Andrew could never imagine their whereabouts. They would be safe. I didn't want any distractions. "This is the time when no mistake would be accepted," I told them, darting my eyes at them. No emotion was playing on my face. I didn't open up to anyone. This was the first step toward becoming a successful businessman and the emperor. "Our men are keeping close eyes on his every move. If you allow, we should allow one of our men to let Max know that he's not alone."

Chief Kaius asserted. "Were you not witness to what happened ten years ago, Kaius? History has repeated itself and you are telling me not to banish her to the Alcatraz forever? You do not command me or tell me what to do. I am Emperor and my word is final." Chief Kaius silenced his next words. There was no point in arguing with the emperor when he had already made up his mind. With one last glance at his brother, Chief Kaius sighed deeply and stalked off, leaving the emperor to his thoughts and anger.

When the night started to wind down, she got up and said, “Emperor, I Ruby Scarlet, request an audience with you. In regard to annul-” Eric got up at hearing her words and said, “Father today is a great day, why not take a shot of liquor with me. Last one to finish the cup, will take another drink.” Startled at Eric sudden interruption she stared at him in confusion. The Emperor looked at him and laughed. He nodded in agreement and took the drink down in one gulp. Eric too also finished it in one gulp. Since it was a tie, they both drink another shot. “Emperor-” said Ruby.

The silence in the hall stretched taut, a physical presence that had descended for the second time. This time, the impact was far more profound, for the cause was none other than Emperor Alaric—the last of the Fenrir and the undisputed ruler of the entire empire. It was Aslan who broke the spell, recovering his composure first. He bowed deeply, his voice filled with respect. "We greet the Almighty Emperor. May the stars guide your eternal reign." The sound startled the rest, who were still gaping at the projection, and they scrambled to bow deeply.

The old woman just smile but didn't answer to her question, instead she looked at the Emperor who has a sad expression glint on his eyes but immediately disappeared and replace it with an emotionless face. END OF CHAPTER 15 END OF CHAPTER 15

BUT YOU SAVED ME. THANK YOU FOR HATING ME. OTHERWISE, I WOULDN'T HAVE FOUND A WAY TO LEAVE THIS STORY. NOW, I HAND OVER THE REINS TO YOU. SINCE YOU DON'T LIKE THE ENDING, YOUR JOB IS TO STOP THE EMPEROR FROM MARRYING THE EVIL EX-FIANCEE AND WAGING WAR ON THE MALE LEAD'S KINGDOM. IF THE EMPEROR DOESN'T WAGE THE WAR, THE MALE LEAD AND THE FEMALE LEAD WOULD HAVE A HAPPY ENDING.