My Husband Is Emperor Novels & Stories

"Son, I've seen many like you, struggling and feeling defeated. But remember, your worth isn't determined by a job or what others think or say about you. Welbeck continued on his path home, determined to shake off the encounter with Emily's obliviousness. As he approached his apartment building, he noticed a familiar sight through the windows of the neighboring apartment. The lights inside were warm and inviting, and he could see the family of his wife gathered around the dining table, enjoying a meal together.

Chapter 2 Two weeks ago The past two weeks have been the happiest days of my life. Waking up each day to behold my handsome husband sleeping next to me on the bed while having his arm around my waist has been the best feeling so far. If only every woman out there is lucky to have a replica of Alex as their husband, then no one would suffer the pain some women do suffer in marriage. Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world.

His desperate greed has just cost him dearly. “Y-yes, Your Imperial Majesty,” he whispers, bowing again. He grabs his wife's arm and forcing Heather to follow suit. “We depart immediately. May the Goddess bless your match, Your Majesty.” Without another word, Father scrambles towards his carriage, dragging a sputtering, silently enraged wife behind him. Heather cast one last, burning look of pure hatred at me before getting into the carriage. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and turned my face up to the Emperor.

Jennet snapped and got flustered again. "Alright, fine..." Gomi responded coolly. It muffled the smirk that threatened to show on its face. Jennet inhaled deeply and fisted on her lap, holding in the urge to hit Gomi for making her embarrassed. "By the way, my husband said he is not on good terms with the Emperor," she shifted the topic, "are they, family members? I mean father and son?" Gomi burst into laughter, "They're not. My master and the emperor are of the same age."

And now, finally knowing that she actually trusts him so much that she felt secured by his side, he held himself back from really kissing her. She didn’t know that at that time, she looked like a prey that he wanted to ravage. "Wife..." That word rolled so comfortably in his mouth as if it was the most perfect name to call her with. That the endearment ’wife’ was always meant to be hers. And that’s how the emperor CEO spent the rest of the afternoon dozing off for the first time in his life because of his wife. The next day. The family of three got up pretty early to prepare for the day.

Never in his dream would he expect that twisted ending. "Darryl, you don't seem too pleased about the marriage. Don't tell me you don't think my daughter isn't good enough for you!" the Nine Heaven Emperor said impatiently. His voice was not loud, but it was full of majestic authority. At the same, Empress Heidi was looking at him expectantly. Darryl gulped and smiled bitterly. Still feeling anxious, he said, "Of course not! It's the other way round!" He forced himself to say those empty, polite words because if he did not, the Nine Heaven Emperor might just kill him.

“What do you mean I am hiding something?” Emery asked rather calmly, despite worrying if she had just busted herself. The emperor then flashed her a smile and replied, “By any chance, is your husband hurting you?” Emery’s serious expression changed into a dopey one because of the sudden change of topic. And not to mention, he was talking about someone who does not really exist. Anyhow, she was relieved that the emperor was not referring to her secret. “How did this become about my husband?”

I raised my head to look at her as she added, "You mean that Travor, who was a friend of my husband, and that Travor, who was a womanizer?" I bit my lower lip and nodded my head hesitantly as I answered her, "Yes, that’s him, Empress." She looked at me with disbelief as Iciest behind me still stayed silent all throughout this confrontation. However, his presence is still strong, so I can’t just ignore that he's here right now, but I can’t do anything about this anymore. He is the Empress’s husband, so I know that I can also trust him about this, not to mention that he was cold as ice. I bet gossiping didn’t even exist in his vocabulary, nor did the word interest except towards his wife.

Anyone has the freedom to wear what they want; however, not everything looks good on a person except for me. I look good in everything. "Such impudence!" She shrieked suddenly. "Bow down before us." Why should I? Dante turned his head toward me and said, "You don't have to." I wasn't planning to, but why was she screaming like a mad cow? We were alone in the hall. There were officials who had their heads lowered. They looked like they would love to be anywhere else than here. "Alright." The Emperor waved his hand. "This emperor announces you as husband and wife."

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!