Remarried Empress 83 Mga Nobela at Kwento

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

However, it is intriguing that a woman has accomplished this. We'd like to invite Mrs. Prof. Natasha McLean, the previous empress of the Green Eyes continent before we give the honor. Thank you so much, Prof. Haice Luve at the Cross City University of Science and Technology. Before I continue, I'd like to meet my husband, Professor Prince Peter Justice Maclean, Emperor of the Indo continent, and his twin sister, Dr. Princess Justice Maclean, my sister-in-law.

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.

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.

It was my home. Then came the one that looked closest to the real me. She was beyond happy. Still an Empress married to Penn, hosting a party every fortnight. The people in her life were thrilled. It’s pretty much all I’ve ever wanted. However, there was still something missing. It was too perfect and that usually meant something bad was happening below the surface.

"Of course. I just want to ensure everyone's prepared. Your current wife, for instance—has she been part of these discussions?" "My current wife is aware of my plans." "But she's not involved in the process?" Emma interrupted smoothly. "Olivia's role is temporary. This baby will be Damien's true heir, from his real marriage. There's no need to complicate things by involving her." Dr. Chen's expression shifted slightly, professional mask slipping. "I see. Well, the legal contracts will need to specify custody arrangements and parental rights. Since you're legally married to someone else, there may be complications—"

Brandon was in love with another; Kate, and everyone knew it but she didn't care. Especially after she had rejected him in public several times. "I'll make him love me. I'll help him heal his broken heart" She would say to herself since she was told she would be his wife. The two companies started to face BRA problems and both fathers suggested Brandon and Amara get married to unite the power. Amara was so happy when she received the news not knowing what the future had in store for her. Her mother trained her and made sure she was a perfect heiress and wife. Amara was taught to never argue in public or talk back when her husband was speaking. She was taught that a perfect lady doesn't cry i

He nodded at Theodore as he spoke but immediately frowned the moment our eyes met. "Emperor Peralez awaits your visit," he scoffed, leading both of us inside the palace. The last time I was here was to see the infamous corpse princess. It was well known that the empress tried to murder her but failed due to her invulnerability. I was intrigued to the point I had to see the child myself. Twenty years had passed since I last saw her, and if she's still alive, I intend to have her as my bride.

Naomi continued, crossing her arms, “This is a VVIP access card to all Kent family hotel chains worldwide. Only a very select few have this.” Elena down at the card, feeling both touched and overwhelmed. “This is too much, I can’t accept this,” “Elena, this is nothing for me.” She finally met Elena’s gaze, her usual playful demeanor replaced by something more serious. “Honestly, it’s insignificant compared to what I did to you.” Elena was confused. Naomi’s expression wavered. “I know it was just a sham marriage, but I still feel guilty. I’m sorry for everything, Elena.”

She gave in to her instincts, her arms encircling Dolphus’s neck. “Elena, I want you to be mine, alone. Please.” Dolphus nearly brushed against her ear as he spoke, his heavy breathing warmed Elena. “But... this isn’t right...” “We’re officially married. This is legal!” Dolphus continued, cupping her face. He leaned in for another kiss. The doorbell rang. Elena’s mind came back from the little infatuation that she was having. She felt so embarrassed as she pushed Dolphus away while panicking.