Remarried Empress (english) Mga Nobela at Kwento

She stomped out of the palace. “Good riddance. She’s being more and more annoying since the announcement of their marriage,” said Adian. “Yeah. Can’t believe Eric is going to marry her,” said Elijah. “Women.” “Say that again,” said Empress Dowager. They both looked at their grandmother. “You shouldn’t say that in front of a woman, especially your grandmother,” said Theo. They both laughed and turned away. “Hey! This calls for a celebration,” said Elijah. “What?” asked Adian.

"The hospital incident has left her with a different impression." "It's alright. Let's give her some space for now. Emily, please consider my proposal. Let me give Willow the family she deserves," I implored. Emily nodded, though her expression betrayed her reservations. My proposal was straightforward: a discreet marriage to Emily, ensuring our personal lives remained private, which was crucial given my position, followed by us starting a family together in Henderson. However, Emily's life and career were firmly established here in Highland Hills, adding complexity to the situation. I needed to discuss this with Sarah and obtain her approval for Emily to relocate.

“How about this? It hugs your waist, flares at the hip, and leaves enough room for a dramatic exit.” “Perfect,” I chuckled, taking it from her. As I stepped into the changing room, my fingers brushed over the delicate embroidery and beading. I looked at myself in the mirror, the ghost of a smile hovering at my lips. I didn’t expect this. Not the second wedding. Not Evan. And certainly not the strange, cautious bit of hope I sometimes felt when he looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered inside the house. “I still can’t believe you’re marrying the guy you used to crush on,” Maria called through the curtain. “I hope this goes well for you.”

I muttered. Theo, my bodyguard, leaned in. “They’re married, Boss.” “Married?” I scoffed. My voice cracked slightly. “Emilia belongs to me. I don’t care if they’re married or not.” Theo shrugged. “Boss, something’s off about this wedding.” I raised an eyebrow. Theo liked his drinks, sure. But sometimes, he said things that made sense. “What do you mean?” I asked, keeping my voice low. “They got married just days after your wedding was called off.”

she exclaimed, her frustration palpable. Confusion flickered across Henry’s features as he struggled to process her words. “What news are you talking about, Emily?” he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity and growing worry. Emily’s voice rose in anger as she snapped, “Scarlet got remarried to Ryan Marchetti, and you don’t even seem to care!” The disbelief in her voice was palpable. A realization dawned on Henry’s face, and he nodded slowly. “Oh yes, I saw the news,” he admitted quietly, his eyes dropping slightly.

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

“Is she the one you're referring to, Catherine?” “Yes,” She answered brightly before chugging down the wine. Is she drunk? “I thought you were married to Dante Marcellos the Great? ” Oh. He knows me. “I–” “They're divorced.” I rolled my eyes at Catherine and tried to take her hands off me. “Oh, divorced. Again.” He chuckled and glanced around. “Yeah, it feels great being divorced twice in the same year with different men.” When I finally got away from Catherine’s grip, I forced myself to smile at them. “If you'll excuse me, I'm going to try the desserts first.”

Of course, Amelia, how could I forget that I have a friend now? "Hello,” I answered. “So you are still alive, Jenna, why didn't you reach out?” said the very angry Amelia. “I am so sorry; it is just that I have a lot going on right now,” I said. Where was the lie? I indeed got married to Adrien Lockwood and got signed into Denvers; that is a lot if you ask me. "Oh, okay, I understand. With your divorce and everything going on, it will take you some time to adjust,” she said in an understanding tone.

When I was ready to leave the mansion, Lisa put on the red veil over my head and she guided me until we reached the entrance. Alexander’s mother, Aunt Catherine, insisted that we must hold the ceremony at the mansion’s wide garden so that was all we did. Since the garden was a few minutes away from the main entrance, a palanquin was waiting for my arrival. Seeing all of the men and women wearing dresses that were similar to the one we wore back in Oliviland just made me feel nostalgic. With my search still having no progress at all, I started to feel like my return back to the immortal realm would take longer than I expected. Walking towards the palanquin, the beautiful memories I spent with

"Remarry? With whom?" Cade raised his voice. "With Calista?" "Remarrying refers to getting back with one's ex-wife. If it's a different person, it's called a second marriage," replied Lucian in a disdainful manner. Cade sneered. The emotions he'd been suppressing for all these while suddenly ignited as there was not a single movement at the study door he'd left slightly ajar. "Anyways, I won't be giving any dowry."