Novel & Cerita Remarried Empress

12 August *** Today, I married the Emperor and received the title of Empress. I, on the other hand, am feeling suffocated. It's hardly the kind of freedom I was hoping for. I have to be flawless as Empress. I need to bear a son to be the Empire's next heir— Olivier carefully read each page, his gaze trembling in disbelief that the Empress had her own issues. "That two faced Empress..." 19 February *** My first son was born today. But it didn't make me feel fulfilled or joyful. Because the Emperor didn't even pay me a visit while I was pregnant.

“What do you have in mind, My Lady?” Ursa tightened her grip on the edge of the table, the tablecloth scrunching up on the ends. “I want to ruin her. Completely. So she can never recover socially, and she can never touch me or my people again.” Though the calm and dignified Empress would not admit it, she already saw her husband as her ‘people’, and felt quite jealous seeing her husband entertain another woman. But her handmaidens see everything, even the glow on her cheeks when she came back that morning from the Med Bay when she thought no one saw her leave. “You already have ideas?” Emery asked. Ursa nodded.

Nothing has been heard from him since then. Anyway, that scandal was so huge that it became a stain on the Imperial Family. Therefore, some have claimed that the twin sisters who married the Emperor were only a tactic to remove the stain. If that conjecture was true, then it would have been truly effective. Barely anyone remembered the scandal of that time, and it was only raised when the legend of Empress Beatrice I was mentioned.

Qri and Luther exchanged puzzled glances. "If I don't hand over the strategy now, my father will soon bang his head against the wall in frustration." Emma playfully winked. The next day, Beta Henry's wife, who was also a titled Marchioness of the Mạnh family, personally presented a memorial to the Empress. The content of the monument discussed a positive direction for solving the disaster issue. Of course, only half of the content was presented, while the other half remained in Emma's mind. The memorial was presented during the third hour of the day, and word spread throughout the palace. The Empress summoned Emma.

We had arrived just yesterday at a hotel resort, and today was the day Emir would marry his American fiancée. Honestly, I didn’t have a problem with my ex-husband getting married again. We received an invitation to attend, with all expenses covered. Brittany insisted that I attend the wedding, and I believe we developed a bond despite having only spent a few days together beforehand. We stayed in contact through the internet, and she would ask for my opinions on her gown and the wedding setup. Emir and I didn’t really talk to each other much anymore. He didn’t confront me about my relationship with his father either—he seemed to have simply accepted it, which was a good thing. Thanks to Eros

Amanda had just entered the meeting room when the expression of the religious leader, who had been enthusiastic about officiating and blessing the Black Emperor's fourth marriage, suddenly changed completely. The elderly man who was the chief religious leader, Hang Gari, choked. "H-Her? Lady White, the Emperor's prospective wife?" Duke Gree immediately looked at the Black Emperor with a confused expression. "Yes, Amanda has become my rightful wife. We held our marriage in Artias. And now, I want you to officiate our marriage and proclaim Amanda as the empress." "E-Empress?" Hang Gari stuttered, this time not only surprising the religious leader but also Duke Gree, Amanda, and Princess Hera,

What they didn't know was that I had handed the seal to Harry with my own hands. The empress, Bella Barrett, had always felt guilty about not giving Harry the position of empress consort. She kept nitpicking and dropping hints that I should pass the royal seal to someone more deserving. If this had happened in the past, I definitely would have fought her on it. "How can there be an empress consort without a royal seal? You're deliberately trying to humiliate me!" But now, knowing that I was finally leaving this miserable place and going back to where I belonged, I felt a profound sense of relief.

“Yeah. Everything.” Emory didn’t seem to catch the flatness in my voice. “Can you believe it? After all the years of heartbreak and watching them run around with those imposters, we’re finally getting our happy ending.” She leaned in a little, her eyes dancing with something between mischief and triumph. “It’s poetic. Two cousins. Two weddings. Two men who finally realized where they belonged.” I forced a laugh, hollow and brittle. Realized? More like forced to realize? “Poetic, sure.”

Only a few words echoed endlessly in his mind— Sarah was going to marry someone else! How could she? How dare she take his son and marry another man? Seeing him freeze in place, Amy began to panic. "Tony, can we finish our wedding ceremony first? We really shouldn't delay any longer." But Tommy said, "Amy, I can't. I have to go find Sarah and bring her back first. She's my brother's widow. How can she just remarry whenever she wants?" A twisted flash crossed Amy's face.

I told him as he reeled in pain, "And, Next time, learn how to talk to a lady, bloody asshole." My smile never left my face and I walked through the crowd, a space demarcated for me to pass through as I did, leaving the entire Hall stunned. That was how I met my cheating husband, Daniel Carter.