Novel & Cerita The Abandoned Empress Chapter 1

The Emperor coughed up blood from grief! [The Emperor issued a decree to reinstate the crown prince posthumously!] [So now the key is finding the imperial grandson! The commander of the Imperial Guards is personally leading the search!] [Minister Sacchetti is accompanying him by imperial order! They're coming to the exile settlement to search!] The book slipped from my hand and landed on the paper with a smack. Adrian looked up. His clear eyes held a question. "Mother, what's wrong?" I took a deep breath and crouched down to meet his eyes.

She reached into her coat pulled out a dented silver flask took a drag and spat a stream of blue fluid onto the severed iron wrist. "You the one who caused the boiler-collapse in Sector 2?" she asked, her gray eyes glinting with curiosity. "Because if you are you've got three minutes before the Scrappers realize I followed their pipe." I raised my hand the matte-obsidian lance of the Seventh Seal materializing with a low hum. "I am the Empress of this territory " I said. ". You have exactly ten seconds to tell me why I shouldn't turn your coat into scrap metal." The woman didn't flinch. A slow grease-stained grin split her face revealing a silver tooth.

"So the rich bastard abandoned us with my aunt for years while he thrived here?" "Well, as you can see" Carl barely gave a nod as he alighted from the car. Emily couldn't believe it. The man who had abandoned her, who had left her mother to raise two children alone, who had disappeared without a trace, he had been living in this? A palace? A fortress of wealth and privilege? The anger that had been simmering beneath the surface all these years flared to life. "Let's go," she said coldly, pulling her coat together tightly.

--- And as the space collapsed completely around them— One final truth burned through Elena’s mind: --- If the creator was still alive— --- Then everything they thought they understood— --- Was just the beginning. --- Because some empires— --- Don’t fall. --- They hide. --- And wait— --- For the right moment to rise again.

A plot twist she hadn't expected, but one she was ready for. "So, Julian wants to go to war?" she whispered. "Tell the legal team to prepare the 'Apocalypse File.' If he wants to see how deep the Everett shadow goes, I’ll show him." She walked back to her desk and picked up her phone. There was a new message from an unknown number. It was a photo of her entering her private apartment building. Attached was a single line of text: The Empress has a beautiful home. It would be a shame if something happened to the 'secret' she left there.

"That's all in the past. From now on, let's just be strangers. The last time we'll see each other is a month later." … I never imagined that a month later, Elias would show up in a wheelchair. He was shockingly thin, his skin sallow, looking more like a homeless man than the person I once knew. After I left, he had gone out drinking every night, and in that state, he gave Isabel her chance for revenge. Fired from her job, Isabel lost her livelihood and was burdened with a massive compensation payment. Her family discovered her situation during Christmas and, overcome with fear, threw her out.

"That was why their stocks and market sales never declined too long and kept on increasing back despite the low costs of the shares that had been old" "Who bought the shares?" Margaux asked critically. Abigail paused again before answering, "It was unknown," she mumbled. "But I have managed to buy two percent yesterday and all the bankrupt subsidiaries are also mine now," she announced while chuckling. "Good job," she praised. "Now we already know what the real problem is, we will think of a solution to how we are going to crack the code to get to the main target.." "Yeah. And we should do it as soon as possible since it will harder now that the dragon is back from its den"

Chapter 1: The Phoenix Rises Emilia's eyes snapped open, her gaze piercing through the darkness. The memories came flooding back, like a tidal wave crashing against the shores of her mind. The fire, the screams, the feeling of helplessness as her world burned to ashes. She rose from the bed, her movements fluid and calculated. The past was etched on her face, a map of scars and determination. Emilia's gaze fell upon the mirror, and for a moment, she saw the girl she once was – innocent, naive, and full of hope.

My heels clicked sharply against the marble floor, like a queen taking her throne. For a moment, I looked around the room, meeting the eyes of every executive present. Some faces were familiar, others were not. They all stared back at me, stunned, tense, unsure of what to expect. I had nothing against the executives. In fact, I wasn’t even interested in the company itself. I was only interested in everything that belonged to the Bedfords. This was only the beginning. I wasn’t done with them. Not until I took every single thing that once belonged to them.

All of a sudden, the door swings open, revealing Emery; who has both of his eyes onto Marie Anne before falling onto me—frowning for a few seconds. Just like that, the books begin to fall. What. The. Fucking. Hell. I'm going to stab him. ''Oh, sorry. Wrong room,'' He chuckles, glancing at my direction before entering the room. Just as my blood begins to boil in disagreement, he winks. Shit. ''Your Highness, we're just having a lesson.'' Marie Anne says, pointing at the books that has fell onto the ground before smiling up at the prince himself. ''I can see that,'' He glances back at me. ''Actually, I just wanted to see how things are going in here. Don't really want her to feel pressured,''