I Will Surrender The Position As Empress Novels & Stories

“Cara, I have made all the arrangements, the elders have agreed, and your performance in the princess competition has finalized it. In the next few weeks, I will be stepping down, and you are now in line to take over as the next Alpha of the pack.” “Eamon…” I was positively speechless. Eamon had hinted at this for some time, but I didn’t know, I guessed I never thought it would actually happen. “Are you interested, Cara?” Eamon said. “I’m sorry to spring this on you. Please understand that you are allowed to say no.”

The way a foreign, unfamiliar possessiveness curled inside my chest. I didn’t do possessiveness. Employees came and went. Business was business. But my instincts were screaming at me to shut this shit down before it got any further. "Offer denied," I said, my voice clipped. Evan raised a brow. "You didn’t even—" "Yuyu, you are dismissed." She turned to look at me, and for the first time in a long time, I couldn’t read her expression. Frustration? Annoyance? Disbelief?

Only the faint ache still lingering beneath her ribs betrayed how difficult that composure had been to reclaim. “The northern emperor,” she said coolly, “has apparently allowed himself to be injured through military incompetence.” Relief flickered subtly through the chamber as the ministers watched their empress regain her usual composure. They mistook the cool expression for indifference, assumed the dispatch contained nothing of real consequence, and gradually returned their attention to tariffs, ledgers, and trade routes. The misunderstanding suited Halrem perfectly. No one needed to know that for several dangerous moments, a single line of text had unsettled her more thoroughly than any

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?

“Isabella, do you know why empires fall and families fail?” I looked ahead carefully and answered, “No, sir.” “It is solely because weak people inherit strong things.” I stayed silent. He continued. “They enjoy comfort but do not understand sacrifice.” Then suddenly he stopped walking and looked at me. “Do you understand sacrifice, Isabella?” Sharply, Amelia’s face entered my mind instantly. My old cramped apartment. The huge debt. The fear. The pain. “Yes, sir,” I answered softly. He carefully watched me for a moment. Then nodded once.

"You were tangled up with your best friend the whole time, and you're questioning me? And that wasn't a fight. I dumped you! I told you then, we were done." Vincent slipped an arm around me, looking entirely satisfied. "You heard her," he said. "Stay out of our way. Don't be an eyesore." Hendrick looked toward his parents again, searching for help. Neither of them responded. To them, a successor could be flawed, even foolish, but not someone who let himself be played so easily. Someone like that would only ruin everything. Cutting him off early was the safer choice. In the end, with Vincent by my side, I picked out a new wedding dress.

"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

Yusria swallowed and straightened her posture, her violet eyes exuding determination as she stared straight into the Emperor's sapphire orbs. "However, as a living being, I have my own values and principles. One of those values is that I will not snatch another woman's man and neither will I share my man with another woman. Unfortunately, Your Majesty, not only are you another woman's man, but you are also planning to accept the said woman as your second wife. Such a grievance, my fragile heart won't be able to handle it. As such, I am sorry, but I can't be your Empress. You are not my ideal husband."

I bit my lips, copying Erica's nervous, sad face perfectly. “I don't want to. I'm not the emperor's mate. One day, he will find his mate and I will be asked to move back. That room is not mine to take. I don't dare move into the empress's room. I will rather remain here, than be demoted and laughed at when the time comes. Besides, I don't have anything. I'm not qualified to be his empress. Such a huge gift, I don't dare to accept.” I completed my touching speech with a shake of my head, my shoulders hunched. “What nonsense are you talking about? The emperor loves you and he's a man of his words. If he gives it to you then it's yours.” One of the maids shouted, coming to me to convince me out

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.