The Last Empress Novel Novels & Stories

“Or do I need to remind you both that I am right behind you, again.” Stanley remained silent at Rima words and Penn was not ready to say anything, until Stanley elbowed her on her ribs, she could barely contain her sound of protest. “Well, I am waiting.” Rima impatiently said. “You are looking at the mother to our beloved crown prince and the dearest wife of the emperor. The person who treats concubines like they are slaves and is responsible for the death of most of them even though she was at first, one of them. With the birth of the crown prince, she was able to dispose the real empress who was the emperor first wife and nobody knows till date where the former queen is or if she is dead.

“Give me five.” “Don’t be long,” Sophia said when she picked up. “They’re watching the building. Be careful.” “Always,” Elara lied. She did not want Sophia to hear panic. Her voice came steady. “I’ll be down.” She packed fast. Each motion had the calm of someone leaving a station for good. A sweater, two dresses, the blue case Sophia told her to bring—papers, an extra passport tucked inside. She wrapped the child’s small blanket and tucked it into the case last, feeling both shame and fierce hope.

he began, his voice unhurried and deliberate, "Did you just say that my Empress has been keeping your daughter from you?" Cedric and Seraphina went rigid. "The... The Empress?" Cedric raised his head, his gaze falling on Mother, the blood draining from his face. "She... She..." "She is my Empress. The lady of the court, and the only one in this kingdom who holds that title." Father spoke each word with precision. "And that child."

Cassidy added. We all looked at her and our minds became even more confused. "Wait, Whaaat ??? Did you just say new empress?" Felassi asked in astonishment. Cassidy nodded immediately and didn't seem to get what we meant. "How come? Only the son of the Emperor himself should be the new empress or emperor but why else?" "Maybe it's Ivan? He's the son of Uncle Bernard right?" Cassidy confusingly asked.

“Why are your hands so cold? Have you been too tired lately? I will reduce the interest on that debt by another two points for you. How does that sound?” My body stiffened before I forced out a polite smile. “Thank you, Mr. Cardea.” Daniel smiled and patted the top of my head. “Good girl. Come home tonight. I want that pot roast you make. Do not keep me waiting.” Home. That villa on the hillside was not home. It was a beautiful place that felt like a prison. I returned to my desk and opened the memo app on my phone. The numbers on the screen represented my mother’s life.

My face burned. I looked away quickly. Shame wrapped itself around me like a heavy blanket. I was small. Weak. Vulnerable. What would he think of me now? What would Bryan do if he knew the truth? I wished I could run out of the room. I did not belong there. But Tasha stepped forward and broke the silence. She coughed. "There's something I have to say before we sign anything." Everyone turned to her. "I am not the CEO of Denim Group," she stated emphatically. "The real CEO is right here next to me."

The guard nodded and stepped aside, allowing me to pass without further incident. Rebecca stepped aside and motioned for me to enter her office. I stepped in, eyes widened with admiration. The walls were adorned with large paintings that depicted portraits of powerful figures from history, each one radiating strength and power. There was a luxurious sofa on one side of the room, while the other side boasted an imposing mahogany desk with a chair fit for a king behind it.

The kind of heavy that made lungs work harder. Thick pillars of blackened wood lined the hall, painted dragons curling upward like they were climbing toward something they would never reach. The dais was carved with precision but shrouded in shadow. The King sat in the center, inlaid screens behind him filtering the light until even the air felt dim. She looked around for Yeonho. He was nowhere. Just the King’s guard and a young lady along with the young guard whom she had followed in there. Each step forward dampened her palms—not with fear, but with the quiet certainty that she couldn’t trust the King. Being Dharakand’s princess had trained her to read the deceit lurking behind familiar fa

Previously - The events of that night were blurred to Aelius. He had come to regret meeting Vanessa. Vanessa's death had surprised the Southern Kingdom but they dared not fight against the Empire without a strategy. That is where the events of the Empire's past end. Currently - Rubia's Pov - What a story! I never read anything about the Empire's past in the novel but this book contained every single secret! Not everyone in the empire is allowed in the royal library and since I am not only the young lady from the Charleston house but also the crown princess of the Empire.

Yan Sha felt around again and found a soft bed that had been made up for her to sleep so she collapsed and fell into a deep dreamless sleep. As she closed her eyes she heard a faint clink, like something had opened. She knew she needed to be alert, but she was just too tired. The exhaustion more than she'd considered. =//= "Your highness what is the meaning of this? I have spent over fifteen years doing every command at your whim. My whole life is devoted to you. Please you cannot do this to the empress. The harem will not stand if there is no one to lead it. The imperial family must have order for the rest of the world to echo in the order of what should be heaven on earth here with