Romans & histoires I Will Quit The Empress

"I have the power to control everything my dear Princess..." "Shut up!" I blurted. "I am the emperor in this country, and I'm offering you to become my empress. What do you say?" His warm hand held mine but I shoved it away. I crossed my legs and gave him a laugh full of sarcasm. "I'd rather become a lowly slave in other's kingdom than to become an empress of an evil emperor." I spat right next to his face. "Really?" He then licked his lips. "Then I think I'll buy you to become part of mine. In that way, you'll be working for me."

I said calmly, betraying no emotion. A flicker of unease crossed Laura's face, but she still forced a gentle, fragile smile. "Thanks, Jules." I continued, "Secondly, my thanks to Mr. Ford for making a decision I've long wanted to make myself." I glanced at Liam, whose face had turned ashen. My gaze swept across the hall, resting on my parents' disappointed faces before settling on the cameras. "And finally, I hereby announce that from now on, I voluntarily renounce all rights to inherit the White family's estate. I'll withdraw from the White Tea Association and sever all ties with the family.

My husband, Benji Morrison, is a system guide from another world. His mission is to get me pregnant so that I can give birth to his successor. However, although I've already gotten pregnant seven times, I suffer a miscarriage each and every time. "Your uterus has been severely damaged due to the amount of times you've suffered a miscarriage," the doctor explains. I'm racked with guilt. I resign from my job and stay at home to focus on getting pregnant again. When I get pregnant for the eighth time, a comment appears before my eyes just as I'm about to share the good news with Benji. "She's so pitiful. She's nothing but a tool that the male lead is using to get together with his first l

Then, slowly, he let go. “If something were complicated,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Something related to you. Would you want to know the truth?” Selene’s heart was pounding. “Truth about what?” He hesitated. His jaw worked like he was fighting himself, unsure of his words. “I just—” A phone rang in his office. The spell broke. Alaric’s expression rearranged. The cold CEO returned. He stepped back, putting distance between them. “Never mind,” he said, his voice flat. “Forget I said anything.”

"I don't know the truth of twenty years ago, Elena. But I know the truth of today. I am here. I am bleeding with you. And I will burn the world down to keep you safe—even if I have to burn my own father’s legacy to do it." In the distance, the gala music continued to play, a jaunty, upbeat tune that felt like a mockery of the tragedy unfolding in the heart of the Spire. The Empress had her crown, and she had her King, but the foundation of her empire was made of ash and lies. Elena stood up, wiping the tears from her face with the back of her blood-stained hand. The "Ice Queen" was gone. In her place was a woman who had nothing left to lose but her son.

"Shut up. Do you want to die? Sofia is the Costa family's principessa. An alliance with that family opens the northern arms routes for us. What does Isabella's contribution even count for?" "Besides, Don never said he loved her, did he? Who he marries is his choice." I tightened my grip on the leave request in my hand. Then, without a word, I tore it into pieces. Rising to my feet, I walked steadily toward the underground casino. I was done pretending everything was fine. That day, I would leave the family for good.

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.”

“What’s bothering you?” It was hard to explain to anyone, even herself. One moment she was the Princess of the Romanovs, heir apparent to her father, and the next she was the soon to be Empress of the Westlands, wife of King Vasil. “If I were to list all of my problems, we’d probably be sitting here ‘til the New Year.” “That doesn’t mean you can’t try,” Cecily persisted. Emery emerged from the closet. Seeing that her two friends were having a moment together, Emery couldn’t help but dive onto the bed, propping her head up with her hands.

Every chapter had mattered. But none of them had defined me alone. Pierce found me there as the sun began to set. “You came here for the ending,” he said. “No,” I replied. “For the truth.” “And what is it?” I looked out across the water. “That the empire was never the company.” He nodded slowly. “What was it then?” I turned toward him, smiling gently. “The empire was the woman who refused to disappear.” We walked back home under a sky painted with the last colors of sunset.

“Since we were never close to begin with.” A single tear slipped down her cheek before she turned her face away, stung. “Of course not,” she muttered, bitterness soaking every syllable. “I’m just a threat to the crown prince’s spotless image in your eyes. Isn’t that right? Impulsive. Reckless. Too bold and masculine for a future queen.” “No,” Yeonho said, his voice softer now. He took a tentative step forward, searching for her eyes. “I never thought that about you.”