I'll Quit As The Empress Novels & Stories

She wanted the world clean, small, and private. She picked up the envelope. It was thick and smelled faintly of smoke. Her name on the front, the old surname. Her hand shook. “Open it,” Sophia said. She slit the paper with a nail. Inside was a single card. No letter. No stamps, no signatures. Just three words: I KNOW THE TRUTH. The room grew small. Elara’s throat made a tight sound. She put the card down like it might burn. “Who brings a threat with no hand?” she said.

My heart twisted so painfully that I could barely breathe. All I could do was reach out and hold Mother's ice-cold fingers as tightly as my small hands could manage. A flash of embarrassment crossed Cedric's face, but it was quickly swallowed by anger. "So what? Would you have me give up the woman I truly love for the sake of some arranged marriage? Even the Emperor himself defied every advisor in his court to keep his heart devoted solely to the Empress. How is it wrong for me to do the same?

"How could a useless woman like Natalie Shaw compare to my value in the chairman's eyes?" Chloe brightened too, believing fate had finally chosen her after all. "Other than talking tough, what does she have that's better than you? The chairman must have realized what Natalie really is and cut his losses before he lost a talent like you." But as soon as Grant finished reading the email, the smile vanished from his face. Before Chloe could ask what happened, he turned and slapped her.

Why the hell was it so bitter? I walked out of my office to look for my maid. My thoughts were in a complete mess. Only Bella could affect me like this. TESSA! Sir..." I glowered at her. "What the hell is this? What have you done to my coffee? Why does it taste so damn bitter? Don't you know the regular mix I drink? She lowered her head, frightened. "Sir, Miss Isabella was the only person who knew how to make the perfect blend of your coffee. I am sorry, sir. I forgot to ask her about it."

I almost felt sorry for her. Almost...but not really. I moved closer to her and grabbed her shoulders then pulled her towards me. The movement was so sudden that her glasses almost fell off her face. I could see her eyes go wide underneath those thick glasses. Yes, be scared little one. "I never gave you that choice little hamster, you don't get to quit unless I decide that you can!" I sneered. "B..but..but..Evan," she was a mumbling mess. What happened to the courage she showed ten minutes ago?

Setting his sight to look at the outside view then reminiscing the past with his nostalgic feeling upon the rays of the sun striking the vast surrounding of the empire "Victor, wherever you are I hope you never bother to come in here again, never again," Arthur whispered while looking around the vast place outside. Focusing his view on the garden that was bringing some bad memories he wanted to forget. Meanwhile, upon leaving the emperor's office Wilhelm proceeded to his room closing the door. He leaned his back there and sighed hardly enough for him to avoid sounding broken

Aurelia leaves. “Princess,” he says softly, the nickname carrying decades of love and worry. “You look… you look like your mother did that day.” The words catch me in the throat. I barely nod, twisting my hands in the folds of the satin dress. He kneels slightly, adjusting the veil with careful movements. “Is this truly what you want, Isabella?” His voice is steady, but underneath, I hear the tremor of worry. “I know Aurelia has been kind. I know she’s guided you through our loss. But today… this day has to be yours. Not mine. Not hers. Yours.”

In just a few sentences, he had already triggered her rebellious streak. "Grandpa! I don't care who told you all this, but why does it have to be Julian? What if I insist on keeping Asher?" Michael's frown deepened. His piercing gaze swept over Asher, who stood silently to the side, and he let out a cold snort. "He's not qualified." At those words, both Wendy's and Asher's faces fell.

Lucien Arden took the throne. He crowned Rosalind Hartwell empress. And Evelyn Hartwell—the principal wife who had fought at his side all the way from embattled prince to emperor—was given only the rank of Imperial Consort. The day the decree came down, Silverleaf Palace was completely silent. Every servant kept their head lowered and hardly dared to breathe, afraid that Evelyn would weep, or throw things, or come apart the way any consort does when the emperor's favor leaves her. Evelyn simply accepted the decree, calmly. “I thank His Majesty for his generosity.” There was no movement in her voice and nothing in her face. Even her beautiful eyes held not the slightest trace of grief.

Her mother in law just slapped her in front of everyone. "Please forgive Her Highness for what she did, she's just recently took the place of the Empress and haven't gotten accustomed to the Imperial protocols.. Your highness.. Please have her educated more and please forgive her." Empress Dowager bowed down. "En." Was the only response given by the Emperor who look really unhappy. He leave first dragging Noble Consort Han away and Honored Concubine Lili comforted Madame Yoon and Concubine Bai Wuilan. RM took over asking Jimin to sing so the Crown became more lively again. RM wanted to shiver. What a night!