La Emperatriz Divorciada Novels & Stories

He approached me before handing the file to me. Clearing my throat, I took it from him, my sharp brown eyes skimming through the content. “Carl was born in two thousand and four. I believe you and Emily divorced in two thousand and three, Sir Logan.” He said, and I nodded, confirming his finding. “Emily left for France two thousand and six when Carl was two. She spent three years in France, where she collaborated with Esmeralda in jewel designs. After her return from Paris, she took over the Imperial company as the CEO. During her reign as the CEO, she continued her relationship with Collin..”

She nodded without looking at him which made him doubt she was giving him a cold shoulder. He could not understand this woman. She seemed to show different colours of herself. One moment she acted like a grumpy old man and other times she acts like a docile lamb or a demoness disguised as a seductress or an abandoned kitten desperate for help. Who is the real her? This made him want to know everything about her. What made the omnipotent Empress among the socialites fall from grace and what made her return after disappearing without a trace four years ago. She felt worse for she had been crippled even if it's for a few months. It made her revenge plan more pending. And the Royal Steel, thinki

They was not as easygoing. Mrs. Clark directly ordered the servants to throw out all of Emily's belongings, declaring that Stellan should divorce her. Emily ran back home in tears, immediately throwing herself into Charlotte's arms upon entering. "Emily, why are you crying like this? What happened?" Charlotte asked with a sigh. Recently, with Victoria and David both imprisoned, Charlotte had aged significantly. "Mom, Stellan wants to divorce me! What should I do?" Emily cried in panic and confusion. "Why is he suddenly talking about divorce?" Charlotte helped Emily to sit on the sofa, handed her a tissue to wipe her tears, and urged her to speak slowly.

Enough to leave your husband, huh? I didn't have an opinion of the Reinas before. It wasn't as if I knew them personally. Big names, big businesses, big public figures, but private people. It wouldn't be strange if they were a family with their fair share of dirty secrets, like a secret relationship. Is that what's going on here? Is that why Ella wanted a divorce? She found someone else, someone who would give her more attention, more things? Despite not knowing anything about Kingston Reina or even what's truly going on, right now, the thought of that man infuriates me like nothing else in my life ever has before.

But Amelia wasn't the quiet, easily dismissed wife anymore. She was a billionaire in her own right, formidable enough to expose corporate fraud within weeks of taking control, magnetic enough to draw genuine attention from a man who apparently had his choice of more conventional, uncomplicated partners. If Adrian Kingsley genuinely fell for Amelia, publicly, permanently, the media narrative would shift entirely. No longer the wife Damian carelessly discarded, finding unexpected success on her own. Instead, the woman who had not only survived her divorce but emerged triumphant, claiming a partner more polished than the man who had failed to appreciate her.

I turn my gaze back to Bridget, “It’s alright. All’s well that ends well, and it ended well. At least now we know who has the fabric. We just have to source the money to get it back from him.” The weight of the secrets I'm holding seems to pinch me but I ignore them. Bridget must suspect something has happened between me and Malachi. I’d have never left my job as Malachi’s secretary to attend to this, but I'm not going to break the exact details to her right now. I want the divorce to be finalized first. I want to tell Bridget I'm free from Malachi only when I have that signed and sealed document in my hands. There’s also the issue of my new identity as Antonia Elcot, Daughter of Damien Elco

Alexa sighed, “I explained everything to her. It took a while for her to believe me but she eventually understood what we are. You should pay her a visit sometime, she's about seventy years old now in the human realm. I reckon she won't live past eighty.” I nodded. “How is she doing?” Alexa smiled, “Better. She divorced her husband who's been living with her for six years recently.” I laughed, “That does sound like Kelly. But what about that her lawyer friend? Didn't he stand a chance?” Alexa sighed, “When she was forty, he did. He was her sixth ex-husband.” “Wow.” Alexa nodded, “I checked her fate, she's doomed to fail in all her marriages. Apparently, she's paying for her past life sin.”

"I've come to bring you home." "Home?" I let out a short, dry laugh, my eyes full of mockery. "I think you must be confused, my lord. I am no longer the Lady Regent. You and I are finished. I have a perfectly good life here in the Southlands, and I have no need of your concern." "The divorce decree was a forgery." The words tumbled out of Edric in a rush, urgent and unsteady. "Felicity imitated my handwriting. It was never my intention. I never wanted to divorce you. Never.

After she managed to get rid of her cousin to a remote village, she was appointed empress to replace her cousin, Cecillia. Grazia had three children from Emperor Edmund, Prince Adrian, Prince Clarence, and Princess Chrystal. Her three children were not evil like their mother and did not thirst for position and power in the Emerald Palace. Grazia and Scarlett are the same, one is obsessed with Emperor Edmund while the other is obsessed with Alistair, so that Ivy and AListair's relationship foundered. Now Ivy is married to a doctor and had a child from him. Actually, Ivy still loved Alistair, but she was trying to forget him and accept Alvin as her husband.

Evanna left with Clay. Meanwhile, I sat alone in my chambers and didn't make a scene. At last, Father's old retainer returned with an imperial summons. In the council hall, I kneeled and bowed my head. "Your Majesty, I beg you to allow me to divorce." "Benedict, get up," the emperor said, looking like he had a headache coming on. "Your family's estate has long since become a pile of ruins, and it is empty and abandoned. Where exactly will you go after the divorce?"