The Abandoned Empress Novels & Stories

The other maid, stamped her disapproval with a weird frown, “I don’t have the guts to ruin Imelda’s marriage. Emily may not have anything to lose. She isn’t’ even royal but what about Princess Imelda? She has abandoned her career in hockey just to build her home and royalty with Prince Reuben. I can’t do that to her….” The other gave a sigh, “You have always be impossible, behaving abstract.” she rolled her eyes at her, “Anyways, I hope your guts will allow me to peep at them make out. Oh, Emily must be having the best of fun now… come on let’s go and peep.” She dragged the other hastily and the moment they stormed out of the corridor, queen Theresa almost bumped into them and they bowed, th

I turned and walked toward the Gulfstream G650 waiting on the tarmac. Just as I reached the stairs of the jet, I heard the frantic roar of an engine. A beat-up car came screeching onto the airfield. Security tried to stop it, but it was too fast. The door flew open and a woman with wild, tangled hair jumped out. It was Eliza. Five years in the slums had shattered her. Her face was a wreck, her eyes burning with a mad, desperate hate. She was holding a gun. "THIS IS YOUR FAULT! ALL OF IT! YOU RUINED ME!" she shrieked.

I don't think you're my mother ", Imelda stated to the hearing of all She shook her head, " I didn't abandon you…but I kept you under the care of the nanny because everything about me changed. Come back to me again please " " You deserve my forgiveness Mrs…let me be with my granny ", Imelda stated and left Candi watched while on her knees as she left the sitting room " I'm leaving ", Rudolph uttered and left " You aren't forgiving me too ? ", She referred to him He smiled, " If you need my forgiveness now, then I've forgiven you. But we're getting married soon "

In the center sat the thick red mat, perfectly placed, as though meant for someone to kneel before the painting. Eliana’s eyes flickered to the bottom corner of the portrait. There, written in fine gold letters, was a name. Emily Blackwood. Below it, a range of years. She stared at the numbers for a moment, confused, then it clicked, slowly, and painfully. Her mouth went dry. “No…” she whispered, taking a step back. The realization came in waves, settling heavily in her chest. Emily Blackwood wasn’t alive, she was gone. This room… this wasn’t just a shrine, it was a memorial.

The room was elegant but sterile, designed for conversations that needed to disappear. Marcus swirled the whiskey in his glass but didn't drink it. "You're pushing too hard," he said, his tone measured but pointed. "You've turned a corporate war into a personal vendetta." Jack's gaze didn't waver. "There's no difference." Marcus studied him, searching for cracks in the facade. "That's what destroyed the last empire you admired." Jack smiled thinly. "Obsession built every empire worth remembering." "And buried just as many," Marcus replied coolly.

Xisuthra moved swiftly to prepare a secret chariot that would move the dead princess to the secondary palace. On his way, he met with Inal Enlim. Inal Enlim was a concubine who was promoted to become the empress after the empress died. The reason she was promoted was that the crown prince, Aranar Enlim, was her son. Xisuthra bowed upon sighting the empress with her entourage right behind her. She stopped when she also saw him. She wondered why he was in such a hurry and where he was going.

--- 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.

"Mother... he didn't marry her." Her mother looked at the screen and then back at Zara. "Then the battle for the empire has truly begun, my daughter. If he is free, then Falcon Enterprises is the next move." Zara stood up, the tears from the roadside bench completely dry. She wasn't just a girl in a flat anymore. She was the Queen, and her King had just burned his world down to find his way back to hers.

He nodded at Theodore as he spoke but immediately frowned the moment our eyes met. "Emperor Peralez awaits your visit," he scoffed, leading both of us inside the palace. The last time I was here was to see the infamous corpse princess. It was well known that the empress tried to murder her but failed due to her invulnerability. I was intrigued to the point I had to see the child myself. Twenty years had passed since I last saw her, and if she's still alive, I intend to have her as my bride.

A bit of force, and she could have crushed her. But now this woman had taken her place as the new Empress. And she was here, in this dilapidated palace, now an abandoned concubine. How pathetic! Regina laughed coldly, endless melancholy in her eyes. She stopped laughing after a while and glared icily at Priscilla, sneering, “To the victor go the spoils. I have nothing to say. If you’ve come to look at the state I’ve been reduced to, then you’ve got what you came for. Now get out!”