I Will Surrender My Position As The Empress Novels & Stories

"Why? You actually gave up your title as Crown Prince for this tramp. Are you trying to drive me mad? If it weren't for her, would you have tried to elope? Is that how you repay your father and me, who've invested so much in you?" Under her relentless questioning, Dorian was left speechless with shame. Just then, the sound of footsteps approached from behind. "You ungrateful son! Since you're willing to give up your title for this woman, then I'll grant your wish." "Your Majesty, no! Dorian was just temporarily misled. Please give him another chance!" Empress Victoria immediately fell to her knees, begging for mercy. Emperor Roland glanced at his rebellious son, who showed no sign of remorse

"Touch me again, and I'll cut your filthy hands off." Sofia stepped forward with a sigh, her voice full of fake sympathy. "Isabella, just hand over the crown. I promise I won't pursue this any further. Why make things harder for yourself?" "I said I didn't take it." My voice turned even colder. The pity on her face vanished, replaced by sharp mockery. "I see," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "No one ever taught you manners, poor little orphan, so you end up chasing fantasies that don't belong to you."

I thought of the health report I had hidden under my bed. Using all my strength, I stood up. Suzanne just watched me without saying anything. Outside the door, footsteps echoed from the stairs. Suzanne pushed open the windows. The breeze tousled her hair as she smiled at me. "I'm taking everything you have, Sophia. Including your life." A feeling of dread washed over me. I lunged at her. "What are you doing?" As the door opened, Suzanne leaned back. I grabbed her— With a tug, she switched places with me.

With the amount of inheritance from her mother alone, she could live a life of comfort and luxury for the rest of her life even spanning to generations of her descendants –– if she will have any. Ever since she was a child, she thought that they were just a middle-class family. Until she discovered her innate talent, helping her father's company grew into an empire with an unrivaled international brand. Only at her eighteenth birthday did she knew that her mother came from a long line of old family, which secretly governed the whole country of BlackPine in the east. Marcos Cole, her grandfather, disowned her mother, Emerald Cole, because she chose to be with an unknown man in the country of

Her jaw dropped as her eyes widened to what she say, "Huh? What are you trying to say? I'm not an Empress, I'm a servant." They all point at Zelia's and His Majesty' hands who's intertwined at each other, her cheeks reddened as she nervously shook her head, "N-No... I-I'm not an Empress, I-I swear and I'm also not planning to... this is a misunderstanding." "Eh? Why are you trying to deny when we saw it on our own eyes? Don't worry, Empress, we will not tell anyone about your relationship."They said as they are grinning, as well as teasing them making her sat on the chair, as she heard Reves, Mae as well as the Emperor made a 'pfft' sound.

"...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—"

And if it reached the pack elders—if Silas heard that his son was favoring a human, that the future Alpha was being influenced—it would plant seeds of mistrust. Doubt was all she needed. Alaric would have to choose. And Bianca would make sure he chose the throne. And if she couldn’t, she was sure his parents would do it for her. They always did. She stared at her reflection in the dark window. The city lights flickered behind her. You don't get to have him, she thought. Not while I'm still here.

Since you already took an oath for me, it's my turn now. I pressed my palm together and crossed my fingers before I smirked. "As God as my witness, I will be the Empress." It's okay to take an oath without the upper's permission since I don't believe in God, it's only right for me to take an oath that will succeed in the future. I am going to be called 'Your Majesty' and stepped my foot on their dead bodies. Trevor already left my room, he's going to go back by tomorrow in Viadel with Sir Ocea as his guardian.

Cristine was approached by the Light Saviors. Although Cristine's voice seemed calm, she was actually anxious. She said, "Thank you. You came just in time. You need to go soon so anyone can't see you. Leave no space for anyone to ask questions." It's the first time anyone has ever seen her with the Light Saviors. She doesn't want anyone to make assumptions. People occasionally have eyes that are too sensitive. They all spoke at the same time, "It's our duty, Empress." While roving her eyes around and asking cheekily, "By the way, Empress, do you want to tell them our identity?" Cloud could tell that Empress trusted the people around her, which is why she had the confidence to ask.

Watching the elders talk among themselves, arguing without listening to her wishes, didn’t make the empress feel particularly guilty or sorry for what she had done. “You’re all too noisy! The demon god is dead, and right now I also need a man to satisfy my desires. Do you think I should just become a widow like the others? Do you think I’d accept that? Don’t even think about it!” The empress firmly put an end to all that nonsense with her resolute refusal. She was going to marry him; whether they liked it or not, she would still marry Long Chen, and even if she had to lose her position now, she didn’t care about any of that. If it was truly necessary, she would step down from her throne righ