Remarried Empress 108 Novels & Stories

I grew up fatherless, clawing my way through the Chicago underbelly with my mom. She always said he loved us. That he just had to go far, far away. Until she got terminally ill. I dropped out of design school and rushed back, ready to drain our life savings to treat her. But she put a pair of scissors to her own throat. She told me not to touch the cash. It was the only thing she had to leave me. I pretended to agree. But the second I turned around, I took our fifty grand and ran to Mr. Sal, the neighborhood's back-alley doctor. I begged him to save her. "Fifty grand? This buys her three months. Tops." He lit a cigarette. Through the smoke, his eyes bored into me. Like he was looking at a gh

I shrug my shoulders like it was nothing. “I learnt from that moment on to check if a woman is married.” “Now I get it, when you walked in he didn’t seem bothered, not until he recognised you and his lovely wife smiled and practically clapped her hands seeing you.” “She didn’t get to for long though.” No, as soon as Mr Grayson noticed it was me, he pushed his wife from the room and told her to stay away. “Anyway, if I should warn you about every woman I fucked, or every guy I fucked over we will need a hell of a lot of paper.” The list isn’t small.

And against reason, against training, against every wall he had built, he dropped a coin into the woman’s hand, pocketing the anklet. “Ah, a wise choice.” She winked. “Especially on a day like this. You know, the princess of Dharakand was to wed our Crown Prince today.” His head snapped up. “What did you say?” She blinked at his sharpness, then lowered her voice conspiratorially. “But the Crown Prince vanished. Gone before the vows. Some say he fled. Some say he was taken. Either way, the palace bells did not ring for marriage today—they tolled for scandal.”

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?

He assured her. "What about you officials, Didn't they stop you from doing that?" "Unless they don't want to die by my sword. They best thing they can do is to keep quiet." He hugged her tightly. "Didn't i warn you not to use your sword reckless?" She asked him as he nodded. "I am trying to stop using it." Once again, the empire was thrown in another round of confusion after The Emperor announced his wedding date. Especially the fact he was getting married to an unknown woman, who has no family caused Protest, which he did not respond to anyone.

“How about this? It hugs your waist, flares at the hip, and leaves enough room for a dramatic exit.” “Perfect,” I chuckled, taking it from her. As I stepped into the changing room, my fingers brushed over the delicate embroidery and beading. I looked at myself in the mirror, the ghost of a smile hovering at my lips. I didn’t expect this. Not the second wedding. Not Evan. And certainly not the strange, cautious bit of hope I sometimes felt when he looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered inside the house. “I still can’t believe you’re marrying the guy you used to crush on,” Maria called through the curtain. “I hope this goes well for you.”

"Don't push your luck! I'm the head of the Blackwood family now. If I want to crush you, it's easier than crushing an ant! You—" "Oh? Is that so?" Just then, a cool, indifferent voice drifted from the doorway. "I would certainly like to know how you plan to crush my fiancee." Everyone was frozen in place. In the very next moment, they snapped their heads around to look at the entrance of the conference room. The anger and arrogance on Rowan's face froze in a heartbeat. There, right at the entrance, backlit by the light, a lean but commanding figure walked in. It was none other than Adrian, the very man who was supposed to have burned to ashes in that fatal crash a month ago.

Hina frowned which Shana noticed and said, “Miss Hina, what made you frown like that? Did something happen? Do you have a fever?” Hina looked at Shana worriedly, glimpsed at Lixien and shook her head. Lixien narrowed her eyes, “Miss Hina, please be rest assured and tell me if there’s something wrong.” Hina bit her lips and lowered her head, “I-I don’t know if this is true.. but…” Hina stopped and lifted her head. Lixien squinted her eyes at her sudden change and smiled. “Please continue.” “Your Majesty, there were some rumors going around, I don’t know if others had heard about it. However, for some reason… it was said that the Emperor and Empress didn’t consummate their marriage.”

My husband, Benji Morrison, is a system guide from another world. His mission is to get me pregnant so that I can give birth to his successor. However, although I've already gotten pregnant seven times, I suffer a miscarriage each and every time. "Your uterus has been severely damaged due to the amount of times you've suffered a miscarriage," the doctor explains. I'm racked with guilt. I resign from my job and stay at home to focus on getting pregnant again. When I get pregnant for the eighth time, a comment appears before my eyes just as I'm about to share the good news with Benji. "She's so pitiful. She's nothing but a tool that the male lead is using to get together with his first l

Dale stated solemnly. Cristine looked in the mirror at Dale to check if he was joking because it wasn't humorous. Cristine's skin crawled with goosebumps. What a blessing to be able to separate the Princess from her! Cristine will forget James if there isn't any periodic nodding or head movement. At times, she is inattentive to his presence. Empress Medical Center was their destination. She pulled over to the side of the road and told them to carry the injured.