Novel & Cerita Novel The Abandoned Empress

That I promise. The Empress was an orphanage. She was bought by the streets by Princess Kay’s father. He gave her the title of princess and treated her like she was his own sister. He loved her and she loved him. She was her first love. They even kissed and had sex. Due to her background the people of the kingdom refused them to marry. Seeing that she had no choice, she had to marry the Emperor of the Zhu kingdom. She married her husband with a broken heart knowing that she could never be with the man she love. But she knows that since she can’t be with her love then she will do her best to please him. By marrying another man to form an alliance she will still be able to be within his grasp.

Is it true that they have so much power? Cristine took a look around the abandoned room. When she imagines that this group is powerful and authoritative, she gets thrilled. She wants to put them to the test. Cristine sought to justify her elation by claiming that she was simply trying to assist others who were being oppressed. She is a responsible citizen. Cristine moved carefully to the abandoned room, her whole body brimming with anticipation. She waited patiently as she slowly opened the door and walked in. The only light in this room comes from the sun outside. The items inside are quite old. Cristine cast a glance at the individuals involved.

Amanda's gaze appeared empty. Illarion wiped away the remnants of his kiss from her cherry-red lips. "Be completely mine, Amanda," he whispered. "You are destined for me, and vice versa." Amanda smiled, and her purple eyes began to shine again. 'Sometimes it's better not to know anything but still be happy by your side rather than knowing something and losing my feelings for you,' the girl with pinkish hair thought. Since then, Amanda, now a woman with a new identity as Vivian White Gree, became the empress of the ruler of the Black Continent, Emperor Illarion Black. As someone who had experienced the bitterness of ignorance, the new empress understood the importance of education.

"When the late empress revealed the existence of Prince Romeo, the imperial palace was shaken since they never thought the empress had ever conceived the emperor's child. That time, Prince Romeo's eyes were scarlet red, and his hair was dark brown. Nobody knew that the late empress had purposely starved His Highness so his eyes could remain red all the time and had dyed his hair as well. She had told everyone the reason why she had hidden His Highness' existence for so many years was due to the prince's unusual red eyes and she was just trying to protect her child from any harm. Everyone knew that the empress and the emperor's relationship was not one that was on good terms with each other a

--- And as the space collapsed completely around them— One final truth burned through Elena’s mind: --- If the creator was still alive— --- Then everything they thought they understood— --- Was just the beginning. --- Because some empires— --- Don’t fall. --- They hide. --- And wait— --- For the right moment to rise again.

What about my baby? I had made a threatening impression on Ashley and that bastard Ethan. So why weren't we pushing more attacks? Fed up with the loneliness and silence, I stepped out of my room, my legs aching to walk. The walkways looked different, the interior very distinctive from the mansion which had caught on fire. Taking guesses, I walked aimlessly until I came across a room on the far end of the walkway. I knocked gently... Then again and again. After not getting a reply, I pushed the door open.

Back then, Nathan’s eyes had shone brightly. I also made a wish on my birthday, hoping to have my very own prince. While I was not a princess, even Cinderella still dreamed of romantic love. It seemed like Bianca’s wish was coming true. The next day, Lucas and I arrived at Bianca's house with birthday gifts. The first thing I saw was a massive birthday cake, taller than two people, with cream sculpted into the shape of white roses. It was no surprise that this was definitely Nathan’s handiwork.

he said. She looked at the notebook. At the underlined sentence. She thought about November. About Thomas Adeyemi Harlow arriving. About a baby who would be born into a house with this frame on the wall and this bread made every Sunday and this story of a man who had written a love letter from Geneva in 1977 that had become the foundation of something that changed how the world understood people who survived things. She looked at Ethan. “Come here,” she said. He came. She kissed him in the bedroom with the notebook in her hand and the Sunday outside and the city below and everything quiet and warm and exactly right.

Meanwhile, Margaret continued without hesitation— “Spread the news that both the baby and his mother died during childbirth.” The corner of Leonard’s lips curved faintly. And for the first time since entering the room— He almost looked satisfied. Because in the end— Margaret herself had spoken those words aloud. Abandon Vanessa. Abandon the baby boy. Exactly the same way the family had once abandoned Arabella and her baby daughter. How ironic. Margaret slowly sat back down in her chair. The older woman looked far colder now. “You already placed them far away from London?” Leonard nodded calmly.

The last candle drowns on my desk—its flame stretching upward in one final, desperate moment before collapsing into itself. I will never love. Not truly. Empresses do not get to love. Do not get to be loved. This will be my price. And I will pay it—again and again—if it means keeping him close, if it means nothing ever changes. My gaze drifts back to the first Emperor's portrait. The letters behind it are sealed away again, out of sight. Entombed. As if I've buried something living within these stone walls. Something that will never breathe free again.