Novel & Cerita Rebirth Of Malicious Empress

I was experiencing a splitting headache. I opened my eyes and looked around at my familiar home. It wasn't the street where I'd been beaten and cursed at, nor the damp, filthy prison I'd been scorned in. It was my home! "Simone, you're such a good person. If it weren't for you, I would've been beaten to death by Luke." That familiar fake voice rang out. I turned around to look, and there was Tricia Tate, standing in front of me with tears in her eyes. It was only then that I realized I had been reborn.

Life would look normal from the outside. But she knew the truth: The story had changed. The world had widened. The danger was real. This wasn’t just rebirth and revenge anymore. This was survival.

She felt sorry for the baby, who was innocent in all this, all this was her fault because she had been so stupid to notice all the signs that had been there to show her that Adrian never really loved her. If there’s anyone listening, any god, any devil, she would give anything for one more chance. Just one more chance for her to rectify all the horrible mistakes she had made in life. Let her come back… and she swore, she will never beg for love again and she would make Adrian pay a hundred fold for what he did to her. Her lips quivered, she didn’t want to die. At least not yet. She had so much she wanted to do, number one being, experiencing motherhood.

"Mom, I want to marry the vampire! I don't care about lots!" As I opened my eyes, I could still feel the pain of being bitten and torn apart. When I heard Sophie Anderson's spoiled voice, I quickly realized I had been reborn. But why did Sophie make a different choice this time? Sophie was adopted and a fake heiress. In my last life, she had immediately picked the werewolf with six-pack abs and handsome features. She even cried and begged to marry him.

Her heart screamed no, but her new, cold mind whispered, why not? Eleanor stared at the list. The world was not just a place for her rebirth and revenge. It is now a hunting ground. And her mother had been the first to be killed.

She had laughed and said, "Whatever. I only wanted a child from her, but she's ridiculously fertile, popping out babies one pregnancy after another. "Besides, she's the one taking the physical toll of the pregnancy, and I didn't feel a thing when giving birth. So when I thought about it, getting a few extra sons for free isn't such a bad deal. "The whole system game was quite fun. It's just a shame she died so quickly, or I could have kept playing with her a little longer." Her vicious cruelty and complete lack of morals were what drove me to such a tragic end. Why? What right did she have to treat me this way?

Bella already knew the answer in her heart, yet she still clung to a desperate shred of hope. What if? "No," I replied, looking at her with absolute calm. A woman like her was unworthy of being a mother. As expected, her final hope crumbled. She closed her eyes in pure despair. Right at that moment, a thunderous crash echoed from the palace gates. The rebel army had breached the final line of defense. They were marching straight for us. I had foreseen this exact ending long ago. Bella forced another smile and reached her hand out to me. "Josiah, I know your task was to keep Harry from becoming the empress consort. Don't worry. As long as you are with me, I will never see him again."

She did her job well as her head maid, but it ended there. However, as years passed by, she noticed the changes in Cassie. And even she, Minerva, had changed too. After all, they had been together for years. How could the feelings between them not go deeper? Cassie. She had finally removed herself from the Marquis of Santcliment's clutches. Before, due to saving His Majesty Emperor Logan from the assassination of the former Emperor and Second Prince, which resulted in the death of the former Crown Prince Leno, who reincarnated and became Marcus, the son of Uncle Lorenzo, the Marquis of Santcliment, had pestered Cassie nonstop to make her Emperor Logan's First Empress. Of course, it was also

Devrim interrupted. "Devrim is correct," Cafer said, still addressing Aurora. "But a second or third born has been known to take over the throne through force. Your mother was the second born. She became first in line when her older brother died in a mysterious hunting accident... There's more to this problem though. Your brother and sister were born an uncomfortable amount of time after the emperor died—more than 9 months. Now the Council does not doubt the Empress's fidelity, but others might use this as an opportunity to take the throne in the name of your brother or sister. A three-way war would tear this world apart."

They looked tired, worried about the kingdom, but their loyalty to me was clear. "My Lords," I began, my voice stronger than I thought it would be, sounding like the ruler I was again. "I am back safely. But Kaldor is broken. We need more than just order; we need hope. We need something that reminds everyone what we are fighting for – kindness, strength, a future." I stopped, looking at each of them. Their eyes were waiting for my command. "I have found that thing. The one who was kind to me when I had no kindness, the one who saved my life when all seemed lost… she will be my Empress."