I Dont Want To Be Empress Novels & Stories

"I didn't expect to find you here picking out cheap clothes. Aren't you someone who loves designer brands? Or maybe you just can't afford to buy luxury items?" Momentarily taken aback by encountering the person she disliked, Erica quickly regained control of her emotions. Erica, not wanting Kora and Mrs. Lani to continue their boastful behavior, calmly retorted, "Unlike some others, money or designer labels don't determine my worth. I am not that kind of person." Erica locked eyes with Kora, exuding unwavering confidence.

And I wasn't letting her go this time. She wanted chaos? She was about to get it, wrapped up in a nice, neat CEO suit.

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her. Selene in that dress. Selene’s hands around his neck. Selene’s laugh—genuine, unguarded, the kind of laugh that made him forget, for one stolen moment, that he was the CEO of a billion-dollar corporation and the future Alpha of a pack that expected him to marry someone else. He'd spent all his life learning to control every impulse, every instinct. His father had made sure he understood that. An Alpha does not react. An Alpha controls. An Alpha must not show weakness.

“I can’t wait to see him. Imagine — a powerful, brooding billionaire walking through these halls. Maybe he’ll shake things up around here.” I took a slow sip of my coffee, unfazed. “As long as my position remains secure, it doesn’t matter who sits in the CEO’s chair. I have my routine. I’m comfortable with it.” Joy sighed. “Evelyn… you’re only thirty. You’ve been mourning a man who never deserved you for five whole years. Don’t you want something more? Excitement? Passion? A man who actually looks at you like he wants to devour you?” Her words stirred something deep inside me — a quiet hunger I had buried long ago. I quickly pushed it down.

On the day my fiancé, Raphael Moretti, and I were supposed to get our marriage license at city hall, I dressed with care. But by noon, he still hadn't shown up. Aurelia De Luca video-called me. "Sofia, where are you? Raphael's been waiting for you all day." Panic hit me. "Weren't we signing in Palermo?" Aurelia frowned. "It's Taormina, Sofia. Everyone's been waiting for a long time." I drove straight to Taormina. When I arrived, no one was there. When the video connected, Aurelia was crouched on the ground, laughing hard. "Sofia, don't tell me you actually went. We're already on Lipari. Raphael's setting up the wedding venue to surprise you." I left my car at the port and took a boat to Lipa

An acid-hot jealousy erupted in my gut, a primal, Empress-born rage that wanted to manifest as lightning. I wanted to lung across the pavement, to feel her hair between my fingers, to shove her into the dirt until she realized she was standing in the presence she was holding what belonged to me. No… stop! It was a madness I didn't recognize. I was an Empress, I was supposed to be above these petty, human emotions. I was meant to serve the world, not covet a man. Yet, I stood there, my heart splintering, wishing I could be the one standing in the shadow of his power.

After he'd left, it was just me and the prince together with his dark-haired assistant, who was standing in a corner, hands clasped behind his back. "Royal Stepmother," the prince began with a smile that made my right brow quirk. "Just call me Keisha," I told him. "Besides, you know we're bound by the goddess as well." "Of course. Unfortunately, you are my father's wife. How dare I claim you? I'm just a cripple. I can't even protect myself, talk more of protecting you," "I don't mind the way you are. Let's not reject each other. I always wanted a mate," I couldn't help but say.

"But can we backtrack for a second. Are you a princess?" Brinn blushed slightly. It was strange to see her embarrassed. "In name only. I keep trying to deny my title. I will never inherit the throne or anything, and I hate the lifestyle they lead. I hope you will not think less of me." Together the three walked toward an outer garden where it was more secluded. "Are you kidding? If I could have found a way to get out of being Empress, I would have done it in a heartbeat." Aurora told her.

In addition, the smoke inside the empress dowager's hall makes it hard for her to breathe, making her body even weaker. Personally, her highness the empress doesn't have any intentions of running for her life. She had enough, she doesn't want to live this life anymore. She made a lot of wrong choices, chased a dream that wasn't hers, to begin with, and turned her back to the person she truly wants to be with.

Maybe he wasn’t as bad as she thought. “Because my mother keeps the top picks for my sisters so that they have the best chance at the best matches. But that’s fine, I’m not interested in finding my life partner yet. There’s so much I need to and want to do before that happens. You still don’t get it? My parents know I am too far from the throne to sit ever on it. That means I’m not as much of a catch as my sisters are, so why both giving me the same education, and opportunities? But, at least, I’m not jonesing for the throne. So, please keep that in mind for the future. I don’t want to be the Empress.”