Oh My Emperor Season 2 Novels & Stories

Though surprised by these words, Hamish was not entirely shocked. After all, he knew most of the experts in Eastern Ocean, and the sudden appearance of a young, powerful stranger could only mean he was a foreigner. He just had not expected his emperor to go so far as to contact an outsider to eliminate his family. "No, I didn't actively reach out to anyone. It was all coincidence, wasn't it, Chase... Basalt's Collins?" the emperor said, suddenly turning his focus to Chase and revealing his name.

Being Dharakand’s princess had trained her to read the deceit lurking behind familiar faces, and to suspect the motives wrapped in an emperor’s summons. “Greetings, Your Majesty,” she said, curtseying. He gave the smallest nod—acknowledgment without warmth, the kind of gesture that said her respect was expected, not earned. Typical of a man who thought his crown made him the measure of all things. “How are you feeling?” he asked, his tone smooth—pleasant on the surface. But she could see the calculation beneath it. The question unsettled her. Why does he care about her health? Kings don’t ask out of kindness—they ask to see where the cracks are.

Bryan hugged and continued, "Ups, no... Congratulations, our new Emperor." Liam grinned but it was vicious. None can assume what was running in his brain. "Where is Aiden?" Liam asked without greeting Bryan. "Well, his plane just landed and he is on the way. Soon he will be here," Bryan informed him. Abruptly, Douglass took the mic again in his hands and announced, "Hello, everyone. I have a surprise for you and our new Emperor. I'm glad to inform you that on the next Christmas or you can say after a few days, our Emperor Liam Matthews will get married to Katherine Rego."

“Don’t touch me.” His expression darkened immediately. “You’re overreacting.” Her eyes widened. “Overreacting?” The pain twisting through her chest suddenly became rage. “You promised me a future.” “And you still have one.” Cassian lowered his voice carefully, like someone trying to calm a difficult child. “Nothing has to change between us privately.” Kaelith stared at him, confused for half a second. Then understanding hit. Nausea rolled violently through her stomach. “You want me hidden.”

The Emperor hesitated. What happened... during these four years? --- He swallowed his anger. "There is another important matter." He gestured toward the young woman beside him. "Come forward." The girl obediently stepped ahead. The hall erupted into whispers. Only Kiara remained expressionless. She had expected this moment. "I wish to introduce my second daughter." "Amelia Hyperion." The whispers grew louder. The Emperor continued. "Eighteen years ago... I mistook another woman for my late wife." "From that mistake..."

The floating comments exploded like fireworks: [Oh my God!] [He confessed! The Dragon Emperor confessed!] [I knew it! The scale was never just a scale! That was a love token!] [He said it’s not just about his brother! It was about you from the very beginning! I’m so done!] However, I was not looking at them. I was only looking at Aurelius. He stood there with his long, slightly damp golden hair. His expression was still composed, but his eyes held something careful yet unguarded.

The image won’t leave. “Madame, we have arrived,” the driver said in a soft French accent, stepping out of the vehicle. I swallowed hard as my eyes lifted. The Palais D’Or ballroom glowed under night skylines, masked guests drifting in and out like ghosts dressed in gold and silk. Caspian Ventura. That greedy old monster. I am glad his son, Zavier, isn’t here tonight, which makes killing Caspian Ventura easier than I planned. “Are you ready?” Kael’s voice came through my earpiece.

*************************** The intoxicated Drusus, son of Tiberius. The next emperor. He couldn't wait to slip away from this childish celebration. He spotted a familiar face. 'She works here now?' He smiled, salivating. His member suddenly hardened beneath his fine purple tunic. 'That whore…' She had the most plump breasts he knew… He barely heard Antonia's toast—only the words, "May you live long." His smile grew. 'Pft…' 'Will the gods even bother with that?' he thought—and then realized he'd said it aloud.

He gestured for her to go on and dig in, pointing his fork. Despite her reservations, Aakifahlynn decided to take the first bite. She realized that Demarion and Danica were not just waiting for her to eat but for her to make a statement. She could understand his reason, but how could he be so careless? No wonder he was the disgraced Emperor. The Emperor of this Kingdom would never let anyone but his Empress take the first bite. Hell, he may feed her at times. But Aakifahlynn laughed in her mind. Boy, was she losing it?

Culture, education and arts are their forte. “Come forward, my children.” The Emperor turns his bright golden eyes to us This close, he looks more intimating than he did before. But just as that fact becomes clearer, so does the fact that he must be ill. His skin is dull and sunken, and his fingers shake just slightly. I saw firsthand what happens when a Lycan loses their soulmate. The Empress passed away more than twenty years ago. And the Emperor is still alive and in his right mind. He must have formidable mental strength. If for nothing else, he has my respect for that.