Remarried Empress 179 Novels & Stories

The Emperor said and rose from the tent. “Where are you going?” The Empress asked. “I’m going to inspect the troops, we have a long journey back to the city, and we still are carrying the stones in our caravan.” The Emperor then left the Empress to her thoughts. “It’s all that bastard’s fault. If he hadn’t pushed Ma into such an embarrassing state on his wedding night.” The Empress reiterated, clutching her fists in anger. She had been feeling sexually frustrated, and her husband had not been paying any attention to her. It was dangerous here in the encampment to do anything with her husband so near.

She chuckled, “Anyway, what was the important thing we needed to discuss?” “I want you to stop.” he simply replied, earning a puzzled look from Celene. “Stop what exactly?” She glanced at him, puzzled by his words until he looked into her eyes and gently took her hand, causing her to flinch. Somehow, feeling uneasy about the words she was about to hear. “It’s time to stop pretending to be an orphan. Marry me and reclaim your rightful position as the heiress of one of the biggest company empires in the country.”

She nodded without looking at him which made him doubt she was giving him a cold shoulder. He could not understand this woman. She seemed to show different colours of herself. One moment she acted like a grumpy old man and other times she acts like a docile lamb or a demoness disguised as a seductress or an abandoned kitten desperate for help. Who is the real her? This made him want to know everything about her. What made the omnipotent Empress among the socialites fall from grace and what made her return after disappearing without a trace four years ago. She felt worse for she had been crippled even if it's for a few months. It made her revenge plan more pending. And the Royal Steel, thinki

They can't do that, I'm sorry. But because that took place, I was able to let go of the young man I thought might make a good husband. My friends instantly departed when I told them that my parents wanted me to get married, but when morning arrived, legislation had already been passed stating that the new emperor is seeking an empress with credentials. Not at all, as the emperor also stated that the empress was permitted to have more than one husband. But since he is the emperor, he is only allowed one other woman.

Xisuthra moved swiftly to prepare a secret chariot that would move the dead princess to the secondary palace. On his way, he met with Inal Enlim. Inal Enlim was a concubine who was promoted to become the empress after the empress died. The reason she was promoted was that the crown prince, Aranar Enlim, was her son. Xisuthra bowed upon sighting the empress with her entourage right behind her. She stopped when she also saw him. She wondered why he was in such a hurry and where he was going.

He slammed his fist on the table, making me jump. I feigned puzzlement, mirroring his expression. "I know, I was just as shocked when I discovered the truth. But think about it, Marquis. The empress's only claim to the throne is her ability to produce an heir without succumbing to the curse like so many before her. If word gets out that the curse is broken, she'll be stripped of her title and cast aside like a used rag." Marionette's eyes widened, her voice trembling with excitement. "That's right! The empire would never stand for it. Hazem Empire would be seen as cruel and unjust, allowing so many innocent brides to die in vain."

the empress replied. "If I didn't have the status of the emperor's daughter and didn't know Alistair, maybe I would have approached your son and become his lover," concluded Scarlett, smiling faintly. "You'd better stay away from my son, Scarlett," the Empress insisted. ******

“and stop acting like you did it out of kindness. Our parents threw me out because of you. You were the golden child. You married rich, so it was always your responsibility to help me. You owe me that. So stop acting like a goddamn saint.” I couldn't believe the words I was hearing. Emelia had always been sweet and gentle towards me. This new version of her; the version that was my husband’s mistress, and was standing so shamelessly in my home, was so foreign to me. My tears kept falling, but she didn’t even flinch.

Vincenzo reached up to cup my cheeks, leaning down to capture my lips in a kiss. The ballroom erupted into thunderous applause and cheers. Under the witness of heavyweights from both the legal and illegal worlds, we completed the transfer of power and the forging of our marriage. I was no longer the weakling left to the mercy of Luca and Sophia's bullying. I was Elena Moretti. In this underground world filled with blood and violence, I stood at the absolute pinnacle of power.

He wanted to calm down and consummate the marriage after getting to know her well. With this chance of rebirth, he insisted on choosing me despite the accusation of being ungrateful. During the first few days of our marriage, he did not touch me because he was afraid of sacrificing, and I would have difficulties remarrying if I got pregnant. I hugged him tightly and called him a fool. The next day, Flora arrived early, accompanied by Elaine. She arrogantly walked in front and shouted as soon as she entered, "Sally, come out! I want my husband back!"