Revenge Of The Empress Novels & Stories

I thought of her being told every day that her mother was a monster, a traitor, a ghost. Silas had given me a second chance at life. He had given me an avenue for revenge. He had redeemed me to the world by making me the Empress, Valencia Knox. But I had not redeemed myself to my daughter. And if I didn't do that, the rest of this was just ashes.

Oh My My, I forget to introduce myself, I am Jasmine Warner, daughter of Emily Angelina Warner, Grand daughter of Jack Wilson Warner, Heiress of Warner Empire, which is one of the top five empires in the world, and above described words are the keys to express my feeling towards my horrible past. But, my horrible past made me who I am now. This cold ruthless woman will show to the world that how a woman can deal with her emotions and make her heart survive from severe heartbreak happened in the past keeping the hurt beside and in turn makes her duties as her main maxim keeping all her preferences aside. Firstly, as a daughter and heiress who saves the empire and makes it successful. In resul

“To carry out my revenge. You really don’t have to do anything major since I will be able to do almost everything. I just need someone who would stand guard behind my back.” Her answer simply confused the knight even more since, as far as he remembers, the emperor had done nothing in the eastern continent that could possibly push Emery to avenge whatever she was doing that for. Unless Emery was blaming the emperor for something that someone else did. “If you want to avenge those soldiers that were killed in the Silex Kingdom, you should know first that the emperor–” “Had nothing to do with it,” Emery finished his statement. Looking away from him, she added, “I know that very well, Sir Castor

Seeing him with the ridiculous ex-girlfriend of the man she'd been in love with, a woman she clearly considered inferior to herself in every way, as that recording had made very clear, must be like death to Suzan's ego. Yep, Logan couldn't have been more correct when he'd said they'd be bothered to see them together. And, more than that, she herself didn't expect to feel a little pleased to see those expressions on their faces. It was still far from lessening the pain caused by everything they had done, by everything she had heard, by all those horrible feelings that still haunted and overwhelmed her, making her feel like she was nothing... But there was still, yes, a bit of contentment in k

“Can't you see their kindness? I know you're disappointed but just a little bit I need your mercy for my parents as well as me. I don't care what the reason is, I will protect what I can protect. If doing so can hurt you or even hurt me.” Alexander chuckled. He looked at Kimbeerly who continued to cry while he smiled victoriously. Kimbeerly is the stupidest woman. Alexander admits that Kimbeerly is good and honest, but Alexander will not stop the plan he has been planning for a long time. This revenge must end with her winning, not Jeremy winning again. Life must be repaid with life and blood must also be repaid with blood. There is no mercy in this plan nor will there be a chance to make am

“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.

“Alright. We’ll do it your way. Have the stock prices dropped?” “Yes. They tanked within hours. What happened last night hit us harder than we ever imagined,” she says, handing me her tablet. I stare at the numbers, and right then and there, I swear to myself—no matter what it takes, I will get revenge on my wife and on Dubois. Even if it’s the last thing I ever do.

Before this ice that protects her pierces her through, and leaves nothing human behind. My revenge, if I have one, will not be against them. It will be for her. To try, beneath the black silk armor and the crown of hatred, to find the sister I barely knew, and whom I see losing herself in a triumph that tastes of ash. And to unravel the mystery of the man who stands at her side, whose gaze, even from afar, burns with the intensity of one who has found what he was seeking. ---

For the first time since I had embarked on my quest for revenge, I felt as though I was reclaiming my power not just as a businesswoman but as a woman who had lost so much yet had emerged stronger. As we laid out a plan to counter Andre’s potential attacks, I felt hope flooding back into my veins like warmth chasing away the chill of winter. We made a pact to confront our pasts and our enemies together, meticulously drawing up strategies and formulating defenses against the lurking threat. In that moment, as we began to weave our dreams and ambitions into a realistic fabric, I realized that revenge wasn’t just about destruction; it was also about building anew brick by brick, layer by layer.

Never for once did I feel beautiful and never did I imagine getting married to a handsome wealthy and powerful man like Gabriel Damasco, there had to be something more to it than love and I was right, there was. In my late father’s will, it was stated that whoever got married to I, his daughter would be sole heir to his Empire and that was all Gabriel needed to know to woe the stupid and naive fat Imelda. I endured so much in my marriage but not anymore, now, I was another woman, a beautiful and confident woman, I have been gone for two years, the news of my fake abduction spread like wide fire but, I was back to take back what was right fully mine—The Del Monte Empire I, Imelda Del Monte wa