Remarried Empress Character Novels & Stories

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.

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.

For the first time ever, she stopped me and said she wanted to work with me. I looked her over from head to toe, then reached out and pressed the back of my hand against her forehead, checking for fever and making sure she was not delirious, before finally asking, "You're Seraphina Vale?" That idiot. Of course, I did not say that last part out loud. A flash of surprise crossed her eyes. Later, I took that position, and she became my empress. However, my heart still felt uneasy. Every time she saw Dorian, her expression would turn sour. It was as if he were the only one in the world who could stir her emotions.

Something heavy pressed against her body. She looked down. White lace. Pearls. Delicate embroidery. A wedding dress. Her heart nearly stopped. She turned her head. A large mirror stood across the room. Inside it was a young woman with smooth skin, bright eyes, and long black hair styled elegantly. No bruises. No prison uniform. No chains. It was her face. But younger. Healthier. Alive. A woman hurried over anxiously. “Miss Reed, you scared us. You fainted from exhaustion. The makeup artist has been waiting.”

, he countered and she laughed mockingly. "I meant you are insignificant to me, Mr. Jake. This is something you would have understood if you had any atom of sense in you," she replied. "Ooh, that was a mean insult", he cheered and chuckled. "The only problem with that insult is that... I'm very significant to you, I know you won't ever admit it but the truth is that I’m now a father to our beautiful princess," he smiled and turned to look at Isabel where she was busy playing.

"...and leave quietly." "Yes, Emperor," The maids answered at the same time before hurrying out of the room to carry out their assigned tasks. "I could have emptied it myself," Naomi protested when Daegal returned and sat by her side. Daegal laid his arm across Naomi's shoulder and pulled her closer to him. "Yes, you could have. But there is no reason for you to do so. You are the Empress." Naomi chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Technically, Nerina is the empress and—"

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.”

She was way too happy for the upcoming wedding between Evan and me. “I said he acted like a villain in a romance novel,” I corrected with a playful smirk. “There's a difference.” Maria held up a sleek off-shoulder gown against my body and narrowed her eyes, assessing. “Hmm. And now you’re about to marry the villain. Plot twist.” I raised a brow. “Are you calling my life a N*****x series now?” “Oh honey, we’re in season three at least,” she teased, placing the gown aside and grabbing a new one. “The divorced heiress, the mysterious adoption, the family secret, and now...the bridal arc. We’re just missing a secret baby or a twin sister.”

Calla, unable to bear it any longer, interrupted, "Lyra is already married. Why do you need to introduce anyone? And is Zenith Ventures really that amazing? Lyra's husband is..." Lyra held Calla's arm and raised an eyebrow at Emily Thompson, "Thank you for your kindness, but I am already married." "What? You're already married?" Emily Thompson couldn't believe it. Lyra calmly said, "Yes, it's been two years." Even Benjamin Turner, who had been silent, looked over and said sincerely, "Lyra, if you need any help, just let me know." Emily Thompson immediately said loudly, "Lyra, don't be deceived. There are many scammers nowadays pretending to be wealthy just to cheat women. Be careful not to e

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.