Remarried Empress Novels & Stories

“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.”

“It’s never good because she is not you.You pretended to be her for the whole three years Seri.Not knowing that i fell for the simple, dignified woman with the wrong name. I never wanted that flashy personality. Things would have been different if you would have told me.” “I was a fool to try so hard to be her.” My heart pounded. “Why didn’t you come back? We could have sorted things out.” “Because you weren’t the man I married,” she said simply. “You were cold. Distant. Everything became about appearances and power. I didn’t marry your empire, Dante. I married the boy who looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that made sense.” “And I lost him,” I admitted. “But I’ve been tryin

All of Pearl's online defenders instantly turned on her. [How could a mistress be so shameless?!] [Because that asshole of an ex-husband let her.] [Those two pieces of trash deserve each other!] Those who slandered me earlier quickly apologized. I reopened my store, and my business quadrupled. I laughed all the way to the bank. Later, James sought me out again. “Pearl wasn't pregnant at all. She drugged me. I never once touched her! “I'm innocent, Wendy. Could you forgive me? I really want to get back together with you.”

and she wanted to broadcast every second of this humiliation in high definition to the city’s elite. “The world can expect whatever it wants,” I retorted. “As for Warren… he knows exactly what this wedding represents. There is no love here, Regina. Warren is marrying me only for April Enterprises. He wants control, and I am the toll he must pay. Why spend millions on flowers to decorate a funeral?”

Blood Emperor's voice swept over the place. The war started. "Blood Emperor, get over here and fight me." The Immortal Emperor Antiquity held the ancient lamp and directly rushed toward the Blood Emperor. His ancient lamp was born to restrain the Blood Emperor. "Be careful, Fairy Jing Hong," the Immortal Emperor Antiquity reminded her. "Don't worry, Immortal Emperor Antiquity." Jing Hong stared at the Fiend Emperor coldly. "Immortal Emperor Chu's woman, I advise you to remarry quickly. You are so young. Why don't you follow me and be my woman? Immortal Emperor Chu has already died. Why not let me disperse your loneliness for him? Ha..."

Imperial Garden? Everyone was stunned, looking at Calla like she was crazy. Imperial Garden was the top luxury villa in T City! Emily Thompson squinted her eyes. "Imperial Garden? You're good at bragging! I guess Lyra's husband is a janitor at Imperial Garden, right? That's why you said he's rushing over after work at Imperial Garden?" "You simply don't recognize Mount Tai!" Calla was furious. Just as she was about to retort, the door of the private room was pushed open.

"...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—"

He looked at both Ji-hoon and I before saying “Ji-hoon already got 50 marriage proposals and one of them is from Vanchez Empire”

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

" Only later did I learn that she was Caitlyn, the woman the Sheppard family had arranged for me to marry. The fireworks on that rooftop, and her face beneath them, stayed in my memory forever. We got married and had Nelly. It wasn't until the day Mason Sheppard graduated and returned home. Caitlyn went to pick him up and got into a car accident. I went to take care of her, but then I saw the two of them together on the hospital bed. "Ian, I'm tired of this. I want something different." I left the marriage with nothing. Later, when my adoptive mother needed money for treatment, Caitlyn suggested we remarry. I agreed. She filled the villa with my fireworks designs. She even promised to arrang