I Dont Want To Be Empress Novels & Stories

I don’t know how to deal with people who clearly have a higher standing than me before I become the empress of that empire. He chuckled and pulled me to finally get inside the mall. “You have to, if you really decided to continue the agreement. Unless you back out and not marry my brother.” I pouted. “I don’t want to marry him but as you can see, I don’t have any choice.” I can only hold on to the strength of other people to get the freedom that I want because I know that I don’t have the courage to fight my own clan.

He looked utterly pitiful, but Winona didn't spare him a single glance. She only turned back to the empress and prostrated herself again, saying firmly, "Your Majesty, I beg you to give Gideon and me your blessing. I'm willing to donate all of my wealth and retire with him to live in seclusion." The empress let out a cold laugh. "Do you think my beloved general is some kind of object to be traded away at will?" Her voice dropped, becoming icy and sharp. "In your eyes, the only way to achieve merit is to cling to power, huh? You mistake your little corner of the world for the whole sky.

She can't think of anyone who has the same appearance as the man, or she's simply too disoriented right now. He smiled sarcastically and said, "I'm your answer, Empress." Cristine's uncertainty persisted. She has no trust in this man. She is more likely to trust her instincts than a total stranger. He replied, with sympathy for Cristine, "You still haven't changed, my empress, you are still you, weak." Cristine was at a loss for words. She's not sure if she should just kill him now or torture him first. Cristine chuckled. "You're so arrogant?" she joked.

"Don't look at me like that" Probably seeing my expression and how I am looking at him, he pointed out my expression while looking at him. It can't be help, I just felt sorru for him for having this mich work. 'Soon, I also have to do this' Just thinking about it is making me puke. I don't think I can work this much but my safety will not be guaranteed enough if I don't succeed the throne. Anyway, my dad told me that I can refuse it anytime if I wanted to so maybe I can think about this soon when the time for me to become an empress is near.

Nadia said. "You think I haven't tried them? I've but that's a story for another day, I don't wanna ruin my mood" Emma said. "Sure, you must have passed through a lot, I'm sorry," Nadia said. "You don't have to be sorry, I've moved on with my life, so I don't need men in my life, they're cheap commodities that I can get with my money and beauty," Emma said. "Not all of them," Nadia said with a frown.

Just me. And I thought I had found that man in Bryan. I met him in a small café when I had just come back from school abroad. He was kind, humble, and full of dreams. He told me he wanted to become someone big, someone who could provide for the woman he loved. I smiled at that time and told him I believed in him. I never told him I was the real owner of Denim Group—the company that his friends talked about all the time. I didn’t want to scare him. I didn’t want him to think I was trying to control him.

She was just an annoying employee with bad fashion sense and too much energy. Nothing more. Nothing worth thinking about. So why the hell was I still standing here? I clenched my jaw, exhaling sharply before shaking my head. Fucking neon disaster. I adjusted my bag, rolled my shoulders, and walked out. Because Yuyu Roman didn’t matter. Not to me. And she never would.

"You should wear the sparkly earrings. They make you look like a princess." After she left, I sat on the bed for a moment, collecting myself. Tonight was going to be challenging enough without navigating Emilia's complex feelings about Alex. I'd expected her to remain hostile, to continue rejecting him outright. This shift toward seeking his approval, however reluctantly, was unexpected and unsettling.

She was never in favor of an artificial beard or mustache. The door to the CEO’s room opened and a candidate girl came out weeping, “I can’t believe it. They insulted me! They are not hiring me. I am beautiful yet he wants me to get out of this place.” Her black kohl was running down her caky cheeks giving her a somewhat scary look. The poor soul was sobbing uncontrollably. “God! Why are all the girls coming out of his office crying?” One girl sitting there remarked rolling her eyes.

"Stuff some more trash in there. Trash deserves a trash can for a locker." At noon I went to the locker room to change my shoes. I had just come through the door when I saw Venetia and a few other rich girls throwing garbage into my locker. It was packed so full the door would not close. My coat and my shoes were in the actual garbage can. Venetia raised an eyebrow when she saw me come in. "Good. Now you've seen it. You aren't welcome at this school. Trash belongs where it belongs. "I'll give you one more week to leave on your own. Otherwise, I've got other ways to deal with you." I answered coldly, "You don't get to decide who stays at this school." Venetia gave a soft laugh and drew one im