Navier Remarried Empress Novels & Stories

I mean he knelt to make his forever and then there was a turn of events. Yes! Matilda is right! Even before we signed the marriage arrangements. He spelt it out emphatically that there's no commitment attached. Literally it's fake. For a moment, I thought that's how it was going to be since it was a mutual benefit. But…I guess…! “Hmm,” Remi drew a shaky breath. “You know I believe he needs to be taught not to toil with people's emotions when walked out on his bride at the altar a couple of months ago.”

"Prince Evander wanted you to be aware. He said he will send more details once they are finalized." "I see," I nodded, my mind spinning. "Thank you for delivering the message." The servant bowed again before he left. I, on the other hand, sat there, staring at nothing. We were finally going to be choosing a wedding date. This was real. This was actually happening. I was going to remarry. My first marriage had been a disaster. A betrayal. A source of pain and humiliation. And now I was about to try again. With a prince. With Evander.

She sprinkled the coconut water to that gravestone. “How are you, my girl. Mom is okay here. Hope you are safe there.” She said putting sad eyes on her face. Tears were rolling from her eyes while she was remembering her daughter when she was alive. “Your Majesty. Please pull yourself together.” Siwa approached her. “I’m sorry, I am just sad as I remember her. She is a fair and kind woman, but no one wanted to marry her because of my social status as the Empress. I was upset by it that I did something unforgivable.” She sobbed. ”But, one day, a well-manner man named Empu Bahula paid us a visit and married her. I was very happy back then that I didn’t suspect him at all. I then approved his p

Her voice lingered deliberately on Emerald Palace, and I already knew where this was going. "Speaking of Emerald Palace… It’s tragic what happened to Mr. Emmette Nash and his wife, Corrie Nash. It must be distressing for you, Devon, considering she was your ex-wife and pregnant with your child," Vivienne said, and all I could do was hold my breath. "She lost the pregnancy," I chimed in as calmly as I could, my gaze sharp on Vivienne. I hadn’t invited her here to throw stones at my house of glass. "I’m aware," she replied smoothly. "But she was carrying the only heir of the Remington bloodline." Her eyes snapped to me—more specifically, to my stomach.

VALERIA Emiliano Navarro Reyes had already signed the divorce papers, and as planned, Renata Salgado Mora had retrieved them for me. His willingness to sign so quickly did not surprise me anymore. There was a time I would have called it love, but now I knew it was simply indifference dressed up as convenience. I stared out of the airplane window as the clouds stretched endlessly beneath me, and for a moment, memories I had buried for two years came rushing back with uncomfortable clarity.

I bet Mia isn’t included in that. “There’s no need for that, Mr. Evans.” I don’t plan on staying in this marriage I don’t remember. I just need to confirm some details and figure out what really happened in the past. I only came back here to see if I could remember something in this place. At first, I genuinely wanted to make it work, to see if I had chosen a happy life. But now… I’m starting to think that forgetting those memories might actually be a temporary blessing. This situation isn’t simple. But how am I supposed to remember anything in a place like this?

The daughter of the French president and—more importantly—Wilbet’s former lover. Draped in enough diamonds to sink the Titanic again and wearing a very bold red dress, Emile was the embodiment of sex appeal and allure. She gave me a once-over before smiling at Wilbet, pulling him into a hug, and leaving a lipstick smudge on his cheek. "Wilbet, long time no see." "Well, you had suddenly disappeared for six months. If anyone’s guilty here, it’s you," Wilbet replied. She laughed, flipping her gorgeous blonde hair. "Well, in that case, guilty as charged. I needed to find myself for a minute—I was lost, if you can say that. Imagine my surprise when I came home only to find out that you had gotten

“Is she the one you're referring to, Catherine?” “Yes,” She answered brightly before chugging down the wine. Is she drunk? “I thought you were married to Dante Marcellos the Great? ” Oh. He knows me. “I–” “They're divorced.” I rolled my eyes at Catherine and tried to take her hands off me. “Oh, divorced. Again.” He chuckled and glanced around. “Yeah, it feels great being divorced twice in the same year with different men.” When I finally got away from Catherine’s grip, I forced myself to smile at them. “If you'll excuse me, I'm going to try the desserts first.”

Though he wasn’t against it since he and his friend which is Noah’s father were eager to get their son and daughter married, he couldn’t help but wonder why they suddenly wanted to marry now. “I want to make amends for all of the mistakes I’ve made. Not only for the sake of our business, but also to help Noah avoid being forced into a marriage with the woman his father chose for him.” Celene answered, not wanting them to know that revenge was her main motive for this remarriage.

“Nonsense! If the Hall family hadn’t approved, do you think last night’s wedding would’ve been so grand?” “Well, maybe. From what I know, ever since the news of Jessica and Mr. Thomas’s remarriage broke a month ago until now, I’ve only seen statements from the Thomas family. the Hall family hasn’t publicly commented on it at all! It looks like the Thomas family was trying to force the Hall family into a marriage!” “Why don’t you say the Hall family is setting up the Thomas family?” Hari retorted, frustrated and saying whatever came to mind. But his friend was more level-headed: “You know, that’s not entirely impossible.”