The Emperor And I Novels & Stories

"What's the rush? There's no family emergency." I couldn't tell her why. Maybe it was the three calls from Flora last night. The urgency in her voice—a sound I'd never heard from her before. She said she had something important to tell me. "Business," I lied. Before the plane landed, I had the driver swing by Cartier. "That diamond bracelet," I said, pointing at the one in the window. "The hundred-thousand-dollar one." The salesman's eyes lit up. "An excellent choice, Mr. Falcone. This is our limited edition—"

“And the family you chose… Dio mio, Stefan, I never thought you would bring this kind of shame upon us.” Yes, I anticipated a scene, this was Nonna after all. I could only imagine what my mother’s reaction would be likely be. "You of all people should know I never act without purpose," I said, my voice sharp, restrained. "Every decision I make is calculated. You backed the elders when they gave me two options marry or step down. And God knows I won’t surrender the empire I built with my own blood and sweat over the last ten years. So yes, I chose to marry but on my own terms. She is my decision.”

Sadness was a luxury I couldn't afford. The son that should have been his was gone. Forever. I drove my Maserati back to the Falcone estate. Her voice dripped with honey before I even cut the engine. "Enzo, you're so sweet." I stepped out, and the sight turned my blood to ice. My husband. Don Enzo. In front of his prized car, holding Eliana like she was a porcelain doll. And her, in that Dior dress, arms snaked around his neck.

"She's a woman of extremely good judgment. It's one of her finest qualities." "He says this," Valerio tells me, "and then he calls her on my behalf when she goes quiet for too long. Three times. I've counted." Dante says nothing. Valerio sets down his empty glass and straightens. His eyes flick to Dante, and whatever passes between them is fast and quiet and clearly understood by both. "I'll leave you to it," he says. "Isabella." He nods to me, genuine warmth in it, and then he is gone, moving into the crowd with the ease of someone who belongs everywhere.

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

She nodded without looking at him which made him doubt she was giving him a cold shoulder. He could not understand this woman. She seemed to show different colours of herself. One moment she acted like a grumpy old man and other times she acts like a docile lamb or a demoness disguised as a seductress or an abandoned kitten desperate for help. Who is the real her? This made him want to know everything about her. What made the omnipotent Empress among the socialites fall from grace and what made her return after disappearing without a trace four years ago. She felt worse for she had been crippled even if it's for a few months. It made her revenge plan more pending. And the Royal Steel, thinki

‘I thought you did not like it? ‘I thought so at first, but when we’ve done it don’t know why but I felt accomplishment it was great having to work in the field.’ ‘I am glad you liked it, hopefully you will realize what I am trying to do here.’ The young Emperor said as he read the book that he took from his room. ‘I’m always amazed by what you do, Your Majesty.’ ‘How come?’ the young man asked his butler, not taking his eyes off from the book he is reading.

"Those guys are all jealous that I have such a sweet little fiancée. I'm afraid they'll steal you away." Back then, I believed him. I thought it was love. "Only then did I understand that when someone truly loved me, they couldn't wait to show me to the world." The hospital room door suddenly swung open. Vincent stood there, holding a velvet box in his hand. He smiled the same way he always did, as if everything was under his control. "Happy tenth anniversary, my little fiancée." He opened the box. Inside was an emerald necklace. "Do you like it? I personally selected the stone in Columbria."

After what felt like an eternity, the emperor and empress smile happily in unison as they beamed at Ren and me. “I guess it won’t be long until we get to hold our grandchild in our arms,” the empress said with pure joy as she smiled brightly. “Yes, finally my eldest son is performing his duty,” the emperor said proudly. I felt Ren stiffen a little beside me as he further straightened his back. Although his face showed no emotions, I could feel that Ren felt uncomfortable with this situation. I glanced over at him and smiled sweetly just as he had instructed earlier. I was caught off guard a little when he also smiled back at me sweetly. I think my heart skipped a beat but perhaps it was just

Emperor Tyler took another swig of rum, mumbling to himself. Wilbur fell silent. There might be people who envied the emperor's life, but Wilbur did agree that it did feel like the emperor was living a life of imprisonment. Emperor Tyler was the royal monarch, and all eyes were on his every word and move. This trapped all of him, body, and soul. Wordlessly, Wilbur raised his glass. Emperor Tyler smiled, and both men drained their glasses once again. The bottle of rum was empty not long after, but Emperor Tyler did not seem to have drunk quite enough yet and opened another bottle.