My Wife Is The Asura Empress Novels & Stories

With that, Storm and I turn to each other, "I Imperial Crown Prince Storm Olympus a descendant of Zues take you Lady Atia Sarai daughter of Hades and granddaughter of Hera as my wife and Empress when we take the throne I promise I will be faithful to you I will respect, trust, help and care for you and this empire this I promise in the presence of the gods and goddesses of Mount Olympus" say Wateus

Completely turning around, she bowed her head and gave her greetings to the Emperor. “You’ve come, Your Majesty.” She felt nervous and scared. Facing the Emperor as his wife felt like she was dreaming. She knew that this position could end her life since her husband is the greatest enemy of his vassals. Because he married her. He married her because she has all the standards an Empress must have, before having the chance to be the Empress.

Ignis turned to his wife to reply to her, “If you read that letter, you see that her father is about to sell her off through a marriage alliance to the Slavcan prince, do you want Azar’s child to grow with the Slavcans?” “Then it's simple, if her survival or her existence will cause us discomfort and trouble then she and her child should die”, the empress replied with equal intensity. She didn’t want a human on their land. She’d rather die than watch Azar couple with a human. If he already impregnated her then she had to die. “I do not care about what you all have to say”, Ignis replied and then turned to Azar, “Bring her here, we must see her”.

It’s biologically impossible! “They were caught spying into the country’s history,” Lady Seraphina replied. “Mm, sounds like capital punishment is needed. Correct?” she asked again with her gaze on Asher. “Yes, Your Majesty.” Seraphina replied with a slight smile that betrayed her cold personality. Asher’s lips suddenly curled into a smile. He has no idea how she became the Emperor of the country, but this woman who was exuding a chilling aura, is certainly his Anamika and she’s angry at him.

"The Empress Mortícia is already waiting for you, to proceed the measure your wedding dress." Dylan frowned, "Empress Mortitia? Who is this woman?" "The Empress Mortitia is the wife of the Emperor of Promo." "Ahm... Archie's stepmother..." Dylan looked at Archie and saw him talking to Ian at the foot of the carriage. Dylan snapped back to reality. "Did you say? Why the empress is really waiting for me? I didn't hear properly." "To take measurements of your wedding." Dylan and Lizha looked at each other simultaneously.

Aashmaan asked, and Shakti burst into laughter. "By God! She is cute," Shakti thought, and Aashmaan narrowed her eyes at Shakti. "No, dear, I'm his sister-in-law. I'm the wife of Rudra Singh Rathore," Shakti introduced herself, and Aashmaan felt embarrassed. "You're Angel's wife?" Aashmaan asked and smiled widely at her. "Angel? Who? Rudra?" Shakti asked, and Aashmaan nodded. "He is bad. He is dark. He is Hades, not Angel," Shakti spat, and Aashmaan frowned.

"We must find the anomaly that has led to these losses." As the team dispersed, one of the members approached me hesitantly. His eyes held a mixture of trepidation and concern. "Sir," he began in a hushed tone, "I have something I need to share. It's... personal." I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Go on." “You wife, Athena, has been receiving large sums of money from the company's account," he confessed, his voice barely a whisper. A chill ran down my spine as I processed this shocking revelation. "What?" I exclaimed. "How is that possible?"

Her lies, spewed under the cover of being a reporter, made me tremble with rage. "You're lying through your teeth! Wilson is my husband, not yours." Rowena Jones paused, then smirked like she had caught me in a slip-up. "Wilson's your husband? Prove it." "I..." "Here's my marriage certificate with Wilson. Got anything like that?" She waved two certificates from her bag, flaunting them for me and the camera to see. A chill ran through me. How on earth did she have a marriage certificate with Wilson?

On her way out, she was kicking and screaming about proving me wrong. I merely shook my head with a scoff, not taking her seriously. Two years later, I found true love with a young, talented pianist from a prestigious family. With Lynne’s blessing, we had the wedding of the century. Only at that moment did I realize that, since the beginning of time, true romantics often came from those born into privilege. A real connection could only be formed once material needs were met. Meanwhile, Krystal fell into despair when her seventh attempt to kickstart her business went bust. She took her life by stepping off the ledge. -END-

Grabbing my gadgets, I headed for the hot tub to relax and ease my mind. I walked up to my room and had a change of clothes, then I adorned a white robe and moved to the door that led to the jacuzzi. As I settled into the warm water, trying to unwind, William suddenly barged into the room. Startled, I exclaimed covering as much skin as possible, "You pervert! Can't you knock?" He appeared unfazed and shameless, a smug grin on his face. "Rosetta, remember you're my wife now. According to the contract we signed, I have the right to your body," he reminded me casually.