Remarried Empress Fanfic Novels & Stories

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.

body, She was the full package. Everything that Brandon dreamed of. She rejected him in the past and now that she was back, nothing would stop him from making her his. Even if it meant humiliating his wife of ten years. Amara watched with a painful L heart as the murmurs in the background continued. Looks of pity were thrown her way and a part of her just wanted the ground to open up and swallow her whole. 'How could he do this to me? In public for that matter?' Amara thought on the verge of tears but she remained strong.

Holden frowned and desperately tried to explain, "It's just a fake marriage to help her out of trouble, Serena. I swear I see her as a sister. I'll never lay my hands on her. We've agreed that six months from now, we'll get a divorce, and she'll leave for abroad. But for now, you'll just have to bear with it and keep things quiet between us. "Don't worry—I promise that I'll marry you. Just don't make things tough for her and treat her kindly." I could understand his devotion to Eve, but how could he have the nerve to demand I step down from being his fiancee to being his mistress and unconditionally wait for him for half a year? Even if I agreed, my parents would never stand by and watch me

She sat stiffly, trying not to notice the way everyone in the room seemed to glance their way. Over wine and perfectly cooked steak she couldn’t taste, Damian laid out the terms with brutal clarity. “One year. You will be my wife in name. Attend events, live in my home, play the role until my family backs off. In return, every debt you have disappears. Your mother receives the best care. Your brother’s education is secured. And when the year ends, you walk away richer than you ever dreamed.” Emery’s knife clattered against her plate. She stared at him, breath caught between fury and disbelief.

My heart twisted so painfully that I could barely breathe. All I could do was reach out and hold Mother's ice-cold fingers as tightly as my small hands could manage. A flash of embarrassment crossed Cedric's face, but it was quickly swallowed by anger. "So what? Would you have me give up the woman I truly love for the sake of some arranged marriage? Even the Emperor himself defied every advisor in his court to keep his heart devoted solely to the Empress. How is it wrong for me to do the same?

“True, if I am not mistaken, that new girl must have done something when they were out to make the woman make this decision.” “I once heard a rumor. Well, my friend was the one who heard it when her mother and friends were talking during an afternoon party,” Lilian said, then stopped. “They said that Mr Grant, Eve’s dad, uh, that’s not right, Eve’s ex-dad, married into the Grant family. The Grants only had a daughter, thus her father wanted a live son-in-law. The man married in, changed his surname to Grant, as he didn’t want people to know that he wasn’t a Grant. However, even if he works in the company, all the company’s power is in his wife’s hands and Old Mr Grant.”

ALICE A soft breath left my lips as I fastened the buttons on the shirt. Compared to the heavy wedding dress I'd been wearing, the oversized shirt felt much lighter and more comfortable. I walked over to the bed. The room carried a faint scent of cedarwood and mint, clean and unmistakably Devon. It made his presence feel real even though he wasn't in the room. I should have realized that marrying a famous hockey player would go viral instantly. I hadn't thought about what would happen next. Devon was right, I had only been thinking about getting revenge, completely ignoring the consequences.

Xisuthra moved swiftly to prepare a secret chariot that would move the dead princess to the secondary palace. On his way, he met with Inal Enlim. Inal Enlim was a concubine who was promoted to become the empress after the empress died. The reason she was promoted was that the crown prince, Aranar Enlim, was her son. Xisuthra bowed upon sighting the empress with her entourage right behind her. She stopped when she also saw him. She wondered why he was in such a hurry and where he was going.

Lucas pushed his hair back with his hand casually, as if I had only caught them talking. “Ruby,” He said pleasantly, striding over to meet me. He wrapped a muscular arm around my waist, pulling me into him as if he meant to kiss me. I would have swooned in my past life, just being near him was enough to make me melt. “Are you ready to get married?” “Don’t touch me,” I said, my voice echoing in the hall like shattered glass. Lucas tensed, and I pushed his arm away, like he did mine in the wedding of my past life.

"But I'm glad I came because I met him. I'll never forget today; he stood on the second floor, looking at me. He's so handsome, he shouted my name and said he wanted to marry me." She drew a peach heart at the end of this sentence. Ronan's eyes slowly turned red. He couldn't remember when he first met Lyra. Even on the day they registered for marriage, he just hastily signed the papers and left. He didn't even know what she looked like, yet she meticulously recorded all of these in the diary. "I married him, the person I liked at first sight, just like a dream. I'm so happy." "He didn't come back last night, and I saw the news on TV that he went to a hotel with a woman. I'm so sad. Why would