Revenge Of The Empress Novels & Stories

I didn’t know if it was from the wind or the rage boiling inside me. She had moved on. Just like that. And with him? Adrian had always kept his distance since his wife died. He built walls even I couldn’t break—and we were blood. So how had Emilia done it? What did she give him that I couldn’t? She wanted revenge. That had to be it. She wanted power. Maybe this was her way of taking it back. But if she thought she could erase everything we had—just like that—she was wrong. I leaned back against the wall, eyes shut. Her voice echoed in my mind. Her laughter in the kitchen. The little scar on her wrist she never talked about. The way she used to doze off on my chest like the world was safe.

I looked him dead in the eyes, something new burning behind my fear — fire. "You can lock me up, Damien. But I'm not yours. I never was. You keep repeating I'm your's like you.... He sneered. “Really? Because the way you cried for me back in Opsia said otherwise.” “You mistook pain for love,” I spat, surprising even myself with the steel in my voice. He stormed forward, grabbing my arm. “One way or another, you’ll love me again.” I didn’t flinch this time. I wasn’t that helpless girl anymore. I was Emily, daughter of Queen Seraphina and King Thorne. A princess. And soon… I’d have my revenge.

Erima immediately went to help the witch, wrapping the latter's arm around her shoulders. The guards who were left unharmed immediately surrounded the prince and his mates. “Make sure to kill everyone who dared to harm your future empress.” “We understood, Your Highness,” the man said, the second in command of the general. The prince's facial expression was cold. No emotions could be seen on his features, but they knew better than to assume he's calm. He's infuriating inside. The audacity of the royals to take his mate. He will surely take his revenge.

“I am. I thought something had happened to you. Did you really give Ophelia your shares?” She went silent on the phone, and his eyes widened as he realized Ethan had not been mistaken. “What did she do to you? Are you in danger, Ariel? Please tell me.” “I am not in danger.” He heard her voice quietly. “You said you would stand back,” and then the call disconnected, and he found himself on the line with just Ethan now. He frowned. Stand back? Was this one of Ariel’s revenge plans? How did such a revenge plan work where she would give her hard-earned shares to the enemy?

**** Within the palace, the air was thick with sandalwood incense. Lady Liudmila smiled softly as she considered the Emperor, who had summoned her despite his busy schedule. She couldn't help but recall the Empress's sharp words and biting sarcasm from the previous day. Lady Liudmila's expression became even more gentle. She knew that the Emperor appreciated her understanding nature, which was in stark contrast to the Empress's overbearing demeanor. Without fawning or attempting to seduce, she simply served quietly, creating an atmosphere of warmth and tranquility.

Cafer smoothly transitioned to his next topic. "Yes, we have that in common," Ravenna agreed. "I have a final way that you can humiliate the Empress." Cafer watched at the woman stiffened. "It was never about humiliation," Ravenna argued. "I wanted justice for my son, Lord Turpilius. Obnoxious as he was--I know my son's faults--he should not have been murdered in such a way. And then the Empress has the nerve to deny her involvement. I made many sacrifices to protect Turpilius from Zephyra's purge only to see him die at her daughter's hand. I made choices no one should have to make."

Bianca felt she was exacting revenge for Dorian throwing her aside. She felt she had discovered his financial misbehaviour entirely on her own. The truth, though, is different. I had arranged every last piece of evidence in her way. Knowing she would not object to the chance to be the one bringing him down, I had made sure she discovered the offshore accounts, the illegal transactions, the political bribes. Her perfect weapon was her need for retribution. And now that weapon has been released. I breathed gently, savouring the thought that within hours Dorian Tempest's meticulously chosen empire would start to fall apart.

His eyes had no focus as his face was already disfigured. As much as Elizabeth was enjoying Greg withering like a worm she couldn't stay here she had one more mission and that was to go kill Megan. It was either now or never. “Say hello to the devil's because you are going to hell”. She yelled on top of her longs making sure her voice was named with mockery. “I am Elizabeth Chase. The only daughter of the most influential man who has the wealth of generations. The most cunning and manipulative person you will ever meet. I am always ten steps ahead”. She praised herself before taking slow elegant steps outside leaving Greg to burn down into ashes.

She stepped closer, her eyes boring into his soul, stripping away every ounce of his dignity. "Listen to me loud and clear, Christopher. I don't ever want to see you again. If you ever appear in front of me, at work, at home, or even on the streets..." Her lips pressed together into a thin fine line. "Go back to your corrupt kingdom. You disgust me." She turned around and walked down the stairs in firm steps without even taking a glance back. Christopher stood frozen on the steps. He clutched his chest, gasps of air catching in his throat. It felt as if she had reached into his chest and ripped his heart out with her bare hands. The pain was physical, fucking suffocating.

“We’re taking everything that matters to him. We begin with Nowelle—then, we finish him. You’ll gain his trust. His heart. You’ll access files, schedules, finances. Every move he makes, I want to know it before he does. Understood?” I stay quiet, processing. This means seeing him more—more than I want to. Just the thought of being near him again stirs feelings I’d rather bury. But then I remember what his father did to mine. I don’t care if I have to be his chef, his driver, his dog walker—I’ll do whatever it takes to destroy them. “Okay, Uncle. As long as Stephen pays in the end, I’ll do anything.” He nods. “Apply tomorrow. Blend in. Be useful. You alone hold the key to your revenge.”