Novel & Cerita The Emperor Romance

“Your Majesty, “I can explain—” “Explain what?!” The Heavenly Emperor’s voice thundered through the hall, rattling the very building. “How you kept the Dark Lord as your secret lover for eight years?!” The words struck like a slap. Eron froze, his jaw clenched, his breath ragged. “You went against my decree!” the Emperor continued. “You belong to Lord Dareth, yet you went ahead and sullied yourself. You stooped so low as to consort with a filthy demon.”

Rumi's father in-law said and left, leaving Rumi behind. "Juno, what happened?" "They were pretending to love me father but they truly hate me. They were mocking you, father, and then I insulted their son and you can see the result of my insult," Rumi lied and Emera believed her lies. Within a year, Rumi had gotten married six more times and she always made sure Emera spent more than the previous ones. After the Emperor fell sick, Empress Rose took away the title 'Warlord' from Emera and gave it to her brother.

"His Highness, the Imperial Grandson, has returned!" The cries echoed one after another, rippling outward through the entire palace like waves. Outside the Emperor's private chambers, the chief steward Edmund Linton came out to greet us personally. His eyes were red-rimmed. "Your Highness, His Majesty has been waiting for you." The doors opened. A thick medicinal smell washed over us. On the great canopied bed, the old Emperor reclined against cushions. He was gaunt and withered, barely recognizable from a year ago. The moment he saw Adrian, tears welled up in his clouded eyes.

The Emperor looks at the gray hair on his General’s head and wonders how many more years they have before death or war snatches either of them from this table. “I heard you are married now.” The General’s gravelly voice brings him out of his reprieve. Word does travel fast. The Emperor waves his hand, dismissing the statement. “Jin…” The General calls out in a tone the Emperor remembers from his childhood, a tone that leaves no room for arguments. “I wouldn’t call it a marriage, per say, there was nothing official about it.” “I hear it is to the same woman who spit on you today.” “Sometimes I wonder who the soldiers in this Empire are loyal to, you or me?”

I replied to blow up his fire of anger. "Liam, where are you?" He asked but his tone is abruptly changed. "Italy," I responded and thought but kept my words in my mind, "Welcome Dad. If you are behind this, you will be shot by your own son, whom you ordain and made the Emperor. "Liam..." "Dad," I sighed cutting him off and paused for a while. I continued, "Dad... You know me. Now, I'm the Emperor, so she is the Empress. And you know the punishment of harming the Empress. I will punish the person who is responsible for her state."

Everyone wanted to know the guy with no expression on his lower face and a black mask covering his upper face who could dance too well to be a mafian. Curiosity. That's what is going to make them so invested. That's what is going to make me so announced. I, Ariel Winter D'Angelo, the next ruler of the Empire. I'd finally gotten what I wanted. What I spent 12 years of my life targeting. My hand went to my leg in that instant and I swiftly removed the knife which I had placed there in the restroom. With the last beautiful and glorious turn, I pulled closer to The Viper's chest and sent the knife in.

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

But before he could ask, the Queen of Illusions spoke first, cursing him for no apparent reason. "You are not worthy of your title, Dragon Emperor. You are not worthy of your life, Dragon Emperor! After all you have done to this world and the people you have lied to, you are not worthy of your life, Dragon Emperor! You are not worthy of living, Dragon Emperor!" shouted the Queen of Illusions angrily, causing the people in the Dragon Emperor's group to fall silent, not understanding why the Queen of Illusions, whom they knew loved the Dragon Emperor very much, had suddenly become angry with him. The Dragon Emperor, hearing the Illusion Queen's words, seemed to realize something and turned to

No such immortal would ever do that as we consider marriage as a sacred union. But then, he stood quiet for several minutes wearing his ever serious expression. There was no sign of jest in his dark grey eyes. “In that contract, it states that I shall pay you a hundred thousand dollars every month. Is that not enough for you to say yes?” I was so sure that if only it was possible, my brows could have already met in the middle of my forehead out of confusion. All I thought that escorts do was to see this guy off here in his place and go on a few dates with him but why was he suddenly bringing up the matter of marriage? Julian and Milan never mentioned this and never told me to prepare for it.

Ava has made it clear she doesn't welcome me, and who knows how many nobles and elitists in the royal family's circle secretly hate the idea that a commoner could marry a Prince? The King continued his speech, talking about the history of HarmonyMatch and how it has been created and perfected by our forefathers to save humankind and so on. It's a speech we've all heard before, but we still look at the King as if we're all just hearing it for the first time.