Remarried Empress Art นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She can't think of anyone who has the same appearance as the man, or she's simply too disoriented right now. He smiled sarcastically and said, "I'm your answer, Empress." Cristine's uncertainty persisted. She has no trust in this man. She is more likely to trust her instincts than a total stranger. He replied, with sympathy for Cristine, "You still haven't changed, my empress, you are still you, weak." Cristine was at a loss for words. She's not sure if she should just kill him now or torture him first. Cristine chuckled. "You're so arrogant?" she joked.

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.

A plot twist she hadn't expected, but one she was ready for. "So, Julian wants to go to war?" she whispered. "Tell the legal team to prepare the 'Apocalypse File.' If he wants to see how deep the Everett shadow goes, I’ll show him." She walked back to her desk and picked up her phone. There was a new message from an unknown number. It was a photo of her entering her private apartment building. Attached was a single line of text: The Empress has a beautiful home. It would be a shame if something happened to the 'secret' she left there.

"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—"

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!"

Yet it lingers in memory, threading through my mind. We reach the reception. I release her hand just enough for her to stand between Valerio and me. I don’t move. My body stays rigid, but my chest still hums from the heat of her against me. Her eyes find mine. For a fraction of a second, nothing else exists. Not the crowd, not the cameras, not my mother's satisfied smile. Just her, and the way her body reacts to me despite everything she believes about this marriage. This was supposed to be a contract. A deal. And yet, it already feels like a war.

She then walked slowly towards the painting. ‘Did she notice me?’ he wondered. Darryl’s heart was pounding; he was so nervous. “Dear.” He saw the Empress' eyes gazing at the painting as she spoke softly, “It’s your birthday today. Do you know that I couldn’t sleep on this special day? My mind is full of images of you. Although you passed away just a few months ago, it feels like you’ve been gone for years. I miss you so much.” On the painting was a middle-aged man, dressed in dragon robes, looking smart! He was the late emperor of the South Cloud World. He was also the Empress’s husband.

She was revered by all in the realm, yet she remained unmarried all her life and left no children. Meanwhile, General Gideon Ward guarded the borderlands for many years until his death, and never married. Two months after his death, the empress passed the throne to a young kinsman of the imperial clan and became a nun. Her monastic name was Memoria.

The couple did not have children. Prince Theertha- the second eldest son of Empress Pruthvi always followed her rules. He was not good at combat skills or sports but was excellent in academics. The empress' associates had revealed that she desperately wanted to appoint Theertha as the crown prince because of his obedience. He married Lady Janma Bertillon and had non-identical twin daughters- Princess Yathra and Princess Artha.

But I accepted the wine anyway with a small ‘thank you’ and took a sip. Aric disappeared into one of the inner rooms and returned with a file. I set my glass on the table, my attention fixed on the file he placed before me. I flipped through it and pulled out the pictures. “Turns out, she is an empress—I just figured that out now.” He said, taking a sip from his own glass, which was filled with a rich brown liquid. I stared at the picture of a frail woman with short hair and light blue eyes. Her eyes glowed with mischief; a chill ran down my spine. This was her; for some reason, I just knew.