I'll Quit As The Empress Novels & Stories

I bypassed them entirely without casting a second glance, pulling up my phone to monitor the family’s latest asset liquidations and financial movements. I thought to myself, “Elena, since you’ve already told the entire underworld that I’m demanding his empire before I step down from the throne, I might as well make your words come true. “You want this throne so badly? Then every single ounce of agony and torment I endured to keep it warm... you are going to suffer through it, too.”

Elinor said "Then why do you think that?" "I don't think, I know," Elinor told her, "The path I decided to take from now on is tricky. I will be making some dangerous decisions and probably a lot of sacrifices that will be costing me more than my position. Which is why I'm not going to help you personaly. I will have a trusted person request your admission to the class in case I have to go down. Then you won't have to go down with me. So If you're agreeing to this because I might become the queen one day, you should forget about it. I want you to be my companion and help me with my mission as long as I'm here. It won't be something dangerous, but you will have to stay on guard and be smart a

"You are brave enough to not faint when I am in front of you. I will help you investigate the death of your family." Didn't he have prosopagnosia? And any woman who wouldn't faint in front of him was okay? "You can stay as my attendant and raise the undeads for me or you can marry me and live a good life. When I become the emperor, I need an empress who can…" He sighed. "Don't expect any love from me." The iconic line… I almost covered my ears.

"...and leave quietly." "Yes, Emperor," The maids answered at the same time before hurrying out of the room to carry out their assigned tasks. "I could have emptied it myself," Naomi protested when Daegal returned and sat by her side. Daegal laid his arm across Naomi's shoulder and pulled her closer to him. "Yes, you could have. But there is no reason for you to do so. You are the Empress." Naomi chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Technically, Nerina is the empress and—"

He had done his homework on her, and he knew why she was a solid candidate for the position he was searching for. "She's a weapon, John," he replied, sipping his drink, his mind racing through calculations. "Untamed, raw. If trained well, she’ll become exactly what I need." He moved his queen across the chessboard, claiming victory over John's king. "A queen," he added with a grin, "like on a chessboard—fierce and loyal. Who’d put her own life on the line to protect me, the king.” "Excuse me, Mr. J-," a voice said, followed by a tap on the door, interrupting their conversation.

My face burned. I looked away quickly. Shame wrapped itself around me like a heavy blanket. I was small. Weak. Vulnerable. What would he think of me now? What would Bryan do if he knew the truth? I wished I could run out of the room. I did not belong there. But Tasha stepped forward and broke the silence. She coughed. "There's something I have to say before we sign anything." Everyone turned to her. "I am not the CEO of Denim Group," she stated emphatically. "The real CEO is right here next to me."

Nodding to the guards, we square our shoulders as the doors open and step inside just as my father calls out from somewhere inside. “Presenting her royal majesty, Queen Isabella Nightlock, and his royal highness, Prince Consort Liam Hawk.”

And unlike in our land, I was no princess here so I had to work, earn money, and look for him. I stared at myself. My abdomen was fully exposed as well as my legs and shoulder blades. Only my chest and private parts were covered by a pair of undergarments having the same gold color decorated with a few golden strips of chains. It was not suited for a princess like me but this was all I could do to survive in this realm. “This is your debut night so you should make a good impression. Remember the things Milan had taught you and you will be all right.” Julian held both of my shoulders and it seemed like he could tell how stiff they were.