The Abandoned Empress Novels & Stories

Every fear I had ever had was coming to life right in front of me and there was nothing I could do to stop it. *** I stood in front of the Wanix. Hopeless eyes stared back at me. “Um...fellow Wanix. It is uh with the heaviest of hearts that I stand before you right now. I am officially renouncing my title and stepping down as Empress of Gynem.” I was met with jeers and cries.

She couldn't shake the feeling that she had abandoned her ,that she had failed her when she needed her most. The tears streamed down her face, a constant reminder of her cowardice. "I'm sorry," she whispered again, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own despair.

The words hit Lizbeth like a physical blow. Switzerland. Her gilded prison was about to become a very real one. Her social empire, her carefully cultivated image, her entire life – all snatched away. It was all because of Megan. And Dante. Her rage festered, bubbling beneath the surface, a dangerous cocktail of fear and resentment. She was cornered, desperate. As she packed, throwing designer clothes haphazardly into expensive luggage, her eyes kept straying to her phone. It was a flimsy shield, she knew, but it was all she had left.

Elina watched Jiji’s eyes cloud over with the memory. “But the old Emperor was a man of many hungers,” Jiji continued. “He grew tired of her. While the young prince was away at the border, sent to the front lines at only fourteen to prove his bloodline in the wars against the desert clans, the palace changed. The Emperor brought in a new beauty. She was the Empress’s own younger sister dowager Dora Yan feng” Elina felt a chill crawl up her spine. “His own aunt?” she whispered.

"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.

“For how long?” No one answered. Another councilor cleared his throat. “There is… another option.” Aldric stopped pacing. “Say it.” “A failed awakening,” the man said quietly. “Too much power. Too young. She didn’t survive.” The words sat there, ugly and heavy. Caspian stood. “You’re talking about murdering his daughter.” “I’m talking about preserving an empire,” the councilor replied. “Against one girl.” Aldric didn’t look at either of them. He moved to the window instead. Looked out at the city. At everything he ruled.

She staggered backward, struggling to breathe as her heart hammered violently against her chest. For the first time since marrying Caleb, she looked around and saw nothing but contempt in the eyes of the people who had once treated her like royalty. The same family that had always stood by her, were now looking at her as though she were nothing more than a stranger. It was in that moment that Vanessa finally realized… she was truly about to lose everything.

It wasn't until much later that I found out most of that money had gone straight to Derek and Chloe. I looked down at her hand on my arm. "Let go." She wouldn't. Tears kept falling. "Ryan, you can't do this. You're my flesh and blood—" I laughed. Flesh and blood? Then why had that flesh and blood spent its childhood sleeping in a space under the stairs, eating other people's leftovers, and nearly dying of a fever alone in an empty house? "Mom. You keep saying I'm your flesh and blood. Then tell me — how many ribs does a person have?"

The grand chambers of what was once the Lone Star Kingdom’s Royal Palace now echoed with a silence far more oppressive than before. The elaborate tapestries depicting forgotten hunts and triumphs felt like shrouds, the gilded cornices a cruel mockery. Queen Emilia Clarke Holstein, at twenty-seven, found herself adrift in a sea of velvet and brocade, a prisoner in a cage of her own former privilege. Her daughter, Princess Emilia, barely a teenager, was tucked away in her own wing, shielded for now from the crumbling reality around them.

" Only when the empress held those shivering hands in her own did the divine physician make a resolve to speak. "Your majesty, my beautiful empress...you must...you must abort this child." The imperial physician took the empress's pulse every single day and for some days she had been too early to retreat as if not wanting to face the innocent violet irises that were so pure that she could not bear to look into them and lie.