The Abandoned Empress Novels & Stories

Whoever she was, she had to be strong, powerful, maybe even dangerous to sit on that throne. "No one knows yet," my assistant replied. "But her identity will be made public soon." Could this be someone I already knew? Had she been working quietly in the shadows of business? Well, we’d all have to wait to see who owned the empire now. I paused for a moment before turning back to him. "Send our condolences to the Smithfield family immediately. Flowers, and a gift as well," I ordered. "Yes, sir," he said, quickly typing into his tablet.

"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"

"I have found that thing. The one who was kind to me when I had no kindness, the one who saved my life when all seemed lost… she will be my Empress." A heavy quiet fell in the room. Lord Valerius’s eyebrows went up a little, a hint of surprise in his usually calm face. General Thorne stayed still, his trained mind probably already figuring out the political effects, how people might react. "Your Majesty?" Lord Valerius finally asked, his tone careful. "An Empress? Forgive me, Sire, but who is this… person? We thought you were rescued by a regular person, someone living alone in the woods."

But the moment the clock struck midnight. While Julian was busy networking and celebrating at his child's birth banquet, he had suddenly begun to bleed from his eyes, nose, and ears. He collapsed in front of everyone. The curse had finally come for its due. In a single night, Miriam had fallen from heaven to hell.

Chapter 4 Nessa’s POV The rain outside seemed to be finally stopping, but the strange atmosphere left inside our small living room remained. After the shocking and terrifying sight of the High Court Council strike team kneeling before my son and the resurrected king, Elder Garrow escorted them out of our building. Their departure was silent, swift, and filled with intense fear and respect. The elite warriors who had arrived to kill us left like dogs with their tails between their legs, carrying orders to prepare the palace for the return of the true ruler.

“Please. I need something to call you.” “I am Princess Aveline Asteria Laurel of the High Realm,” I whispered. “Daughter of King Rowan Laurel. Wrongly banished. Wrongly condemned. Wrongly cast from my land.” My voice broke. “And I don’t know where I am.” Marek stared at me as if I had spoken a language he only half understood. “You speak like someone from another world,” he said quietly. I swallowed hard. “That is because I am.” Silence settled between us. He watched me intently, eyes flickering with calculation and caution.

If it doesn't, no one will force anything. He looked at me, his tone softening. "Nate, you have to look ahead. Someone like Cheryl Landeau isn't worth wasting your whole life on." Cheryl. Her name felt like a wound that had scabbed over, only to be ripped open again. Sure, she wasn't worth wasting a lifetime on, but I'd already wasted everything I had on her. Love and promises—none of it was real. They were just mirages that vanished as soon as one reached for them.

Turned him against me until he couldn’t even look at me without seeing disappointment. Then she took my inheritance, my home, my sense of belonging. She made me invisible in my own house until I felt like a ghost. And now she’d taken Julian. Made him hate me. Made him believe I was a liar and a cheat. Made him walk away while I bled out on the floor. But worst of all, she was taking my baby. My innocent baby who’d done nothing wrong. Who deserved to live. Who deserved a chance. The cramping was unbearable now. I could feel my body giving up. Feel the life draining out of me along with the blood.

“Quiet money, slow moves.” Elara asked, “Will he look for the child?” “Adrian hunts control,” Sophia said. “If we keep the child quiet, he can’t use them.” Once a woman at the market stared and whispered after she recognized Elara from an old photo. Elara smiled and kept walking. The world was a thin thread; a wrong tug could undo everything. Letters from Adrian never came. Rumors did—statements from the board, headlines that burned and cooled. Victor Hale filled rooms with polite faces and sharp questions. Elara learned to let the news wash over her like tide: heavy, then gone.

I mumbled as I burrowed my head into my folded arms. Where was I supposed to go now? There was no home I could return to in this realm or even in the immortal realm. My hand started to shake so I could only clench my fists to hide away my fear of abandonment. Shutting my eyes tight, I kept chanting in my head not to cry because I would be too weak and too vulnerable if I make a fret just for the reason that a human being was left all alone. I should be more than that.