Remarried Empress Chapter 201 Novels & Stories

' My insecurities alerted me . I still remember when Noah confessed his love for me and imprinted me as his official mate . We both got married and I became the empress of the Bliaviroth empire. The empire was ruled by Crescent pack and Shadowed pack. We both vowed to make the werewolf race the most dominant and powerful from vampires and other races. Although I believe he will never cheat on me as for our seven years of relationship. I know him better than anyone. He will send that girl back after she's fully recovered. Assuring myself, I marched into the royal court.

EMPEROR’S POV ●⁠●●⁠● I couldn’t sit still, my mind circling back to the same question as I paced to and fro in the chamber. Why the sudden change in Rhianna's attitude? Why does she seem to care about Freddie now? After everything she did to him. The rejection and the humiliation. She even left him on their wedding night. Now she’s suddenly concerned he didn’t show up for dinner? Still moving around the chamber with my hand running through my hair, the door creaked open, my wife…the empress, walking in quietly. She looked at me for a moment, her lips parting to speak.

"I'll work for you under one condition." I say. "What's that?" "You'll marry me", He smirks revealing breathtaking dimples "Are you sure about that?." I pause for a moment then look straight into his eyes "I'm sure." I would marry Giovanni D'Errico and find a way to get back my fortune. Whatever it takes. Emily Rivera is trapped in a loveless marriage of three years with an unfaithful husband which eventually ends up in divorce papers. Devastated and heartbroken, she goes back to her parents' house and is even more devastated when she finds out her father was dead, she is hit with an even more shocking revelation, her father Alfonso Rivera had left behind a billion d

It pulses, as need runs through me to stick myself right back in and finish what i started. I bathe, and when i come out, Emery looks at me and asks, “What if I wasn't here Nikolai? What…. what if i wasn’t here at all?”~ A heavy feeling settles on me. I used to always love it when she stuttered, but it only filled my heart with bitterness that night. I was the one marrying someone else to save my pack. But she wanted to leave. She wanted to leave me too. I push away that memory and hand the file back to Max, “It changes nothing. That night was hard for us…. so maybe she came to be with her sister.”

In their previous lives, they had only met at high-society parties of the aristocracy, but he unexpectedly called her that night, and she still didn't understand the reason. In her previous life, after marrying Mark, Emma withdrew to become his support, only to find out that Mark, along with his close friend from university, was having an affair and had taken all their family fortune. He then imprisoned, beat, and ultimately killed her before setting the house on fire, claiming it was just an accident.

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.”

But when he finally drifted off to sleep, clutching his teddy, Emery slipped out. The city lights blurred as she stumbled into a dim bar tucked on a quiet street corner. It smelled of alcohol and cigarette smoke, of escape. Emery ordered drink after drink, ignoring the curious looks of strangers who recognized the billionaire’s wife. Each swallow burned, but it numbed the ache clawing at her chest. “Pathetic, aren’t I?” she muttered to her glass. “Married to the devil and still longing for heaven.” Her laughter was soft, slurred, and full of pain.

This Alexander the one who didn't know what he'd done yet was showing more emotion than the man I'd married ever had. "They're memories," I said quietly. "You just don't know it yet." "That's impossible." "So is dreaming about someone's death before it happens." He stared at me. "You died?" "In another timeline. Another life. And you were there. Not physically, but you were the reason I was on that road, in that storm, with divorce papers in my hand." "We were married?" "For three miserable years." Alexander took a step back like I'd slapped him. "I don't understand."

“Then let’s disappear before anyone notices.” Together, they moved into the shadows, leaving the glittering hall behind. The music and laughter of the wedding faded as Ava’s heart quickened—not with fear, but with anticipation. She had returned. She had survived once. And now, she would rewrite everything. Every betrayal, every injustice, every stolen piece of her life—she would reclaim them all. Mark Collins smiled at her empty side of the dance floor, unaware that the woman he thought he controlled had already slipped beyond his reach. Lily’s tears were real now—but not of happiness. They were tears of panic, the first taste of the consequences they had never imagined.

She looked as if she had aged a decade. "Sean?" She glanced at me uncertainly, then asked, "Did you get plastic surgery?" Nothing could beat the thrill of a fresh start. As the divorce approached, I was beaming with happiness. I felt reborn, like youth had returned to me. Hearing the noise, Maisy emerged and stood in the hallway. Her voice was stiff as she said, "Dad, welcome back." I ignored her and opened the safe, pulling out all my IDs and documents. Lilith followed me silently. Her eyes were red, and tears were streaming down her face.