Romans & histoires The Evil Empress Adores Me

The kingdom of Atria and the Kennedy Empire had a good relationship in the past as well but the emperor grew an interest for the princess of the kingdom of Atria… Her name was Amaryllis. She was made the empress against her will and was often abused by the emperor… He appreciated her beauty but the reason he married her was to break her… He wanted to see her with a broken expression on her beautiful face… He was overjoyed as he saw her weep and mourn asking for help knowing no one would help her… It was amusing for him... The current emperor Aelius wished for revenge against his uncle who was the emperor… Aelius had lost himself in a pit of grief ever since he lost his parents… It was only t

“Of course. The emperor must have worn you out last night.” “Amani!” Delia scolded. Naomi chuckled as she stretched. “It is alright. You may speak freely around me. It is tiresome how everyone else behaves like I am some kind of goddess to be worshiped.” Delia cast her gaze to the floor while Amani sent Naomi a wink. “Do not mind her, Empress. She is too soft-spoken for her good.” “And I guess you are not?” asked Naomi. “I am whatever you need me to be, Empress. Such is my nature.”

Her eyes narrow as she takes in my shivering form clad in torn clothes, the rumpled bed, as well as the freshly showered form of Xavier. “What the hell is going on here?!” she screeches. Her eyes do a once over around the room one more time before settling her poisonous gaze on me. My body shudders subconsciously from the venom spewing from her eyes as well as the clear knowledge of what she is capable of. With long, soft flowing hair, a voluptuous body with curves in all the right places, legs going for miles, and a face that the goddess has obviously- t taken her time with, Bianca is an absolutely gorgeous woman.

Her emerald eyes were cold and her expression was like an empty page of a frozen book. What happened to that bright smile she portrayed earlier? She couldn't even open her mouth again with Talia's aura. Darkness filled the tension between the two of them, she wanted to run away because of the feeling that one wrong move will cause her... Death. "Please remain quiet until the end of your time your Majesty, I don't like it when I'm being interfere with my business. They say that the more you keep silent, the more longer your life will be." The Empress shuddered with horror upon hearing what she said. The tone was definitely cold and her eyes was horrific to see, a cold malefic eyes.

She places her hands behind her head and launches herself back onto her feet. I sigh, “You mean the thing in the dining hall. People keep bringing that up.” “I don’t blame them. What you did was incredible, and you should be proud. I knew I was right about you,” she says proudly. “You really think I’m an empress?” I ask with uncertainty. “I admit there were some things that had me confused, but there is no doubt you are the Empress of the Nagata, Mei. You’re stronger than you realise,” she says fervently.

She is a married woman, plus she’s like a worse version of her daughter, Julia. “ No.” I say in-between laughs. “ I’m going to get married to Emilia Peyton.” I say to him Emilia was a better option than Julia and from what I had seen on the media, she was even more beautiful. Scratch that, she was a goddess. She barely said anything on the social media but her beauty was enough to make people worship her. She wasn’t just beautiful, her body was to die for and even a workaholic like me, could never deny that fact.

Fragile, even. My chest contracts in a way that pisses me off. Her eyes lift and find mine. Blue meeting blue. The chapel disappears. For a second, it’s just us. She’s beautiful. The kind of beautiful that makes a man angry about it. My jaw ticks. My mouth goes dry. “I shouldn’t want her,” I mutter under my breath. Valerio hears. He always does. His lips twitch into a smirk. “Careful, amico,” he murmurs without turning his head. “Someone might think you’re human.”

Hard to believe she’s even related to Lucien when all I’ve ever seen in his hazel ones was nothing but cold, hard calculation. Brown hair was pulled back into a neat low ponytail, not a strand out of place. She’s actually really beautiful. “Hey” I say “Hi,” she says with a smile making her dimples deepen. “If you’re here to adopt, you’re early. If you’re here to volunteer… also early.” I grin. “I like to beat the rush.” She laughs softly. “You and no one else, apparently.” That’s when I notice it- the empty check-in board. Ten volunteer slots. Only one name filled in.

He let out a soft, sleepy giggle, his small hands patting Elena’s cheeks. "I’m sorry, Leo," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I’m so sorry the world is like this. But I promise you... I will burn every shadow until there’s nothing left but light for you." She rocked him in the silence, the Chairperson of the Syndicate and the mother of the heir, two halves of a woman who was finally beginning to understand the true cost of her crown. Outside, the sun was high over the city, but the clouds were gathering on the horizon. The "Joint Empire" was formed. The board was purged. And in the shadows of Singapore, a new enemy was waiting for the Empress to arrive.

She stepped out of the closet like sin made flesh. The emerald silk draped over her body as if it belonged there. It hugged her waist and slid off one shoulder with deliberate ease. Her hair, now a deep auburn, was pulled back to reveal the line of her neck. A black choker sat against her skin like a quiet threat. The green lenses made her eyes look unfamiliar, but no less magnetic. I gripped the edge of the minibar. She wasn’t Bianca Marcelo. She was temptation in disguise. The kind that could dismantle a man.