The Remarried Empress Book Novels & Stories

He told himself he had done worse before, and the empire had survived because of it. Still, the name echoed in his head. Sierralya. He pushed away from the table and crossed the room, stopping at the window. From here, the palace grounds looked calm. Orderly. As if nothing beneath them was rotting. As if there weren’t things buried so deep even he pretended not to remember them. “She’s my daughter,” he said aloud, to no one. The words didn’t change anything. “Dismissed.” The councilors filed out slowly. When the doors finally closed, he was left with just Caspian.

I leaned back in my chair, letting out a long, frustrated breath. The office felt too small. The hum of the air conditioner was too loud. Every click of the keyboard, every ring of the phone, felt like it was echoing, mocking me. I tried to concentrate on work, tried to bury myself in reports, but my thoughts kept circling back. The way she had told me, firmly, that she was remarried. That they were a family. I shoved the papers aside. I tried. I really did. I flipped through spreadsheets, responded to clients, nodded in meetings, but the numbers and the deals felt meaningless. Her face, her voice, the memory of her telling me she was remarried… it haunted me.

But who could have imagined that I had only been three years abroad, but he'd proudly bring his mistress home and let her humiliate me like this? I couldn't hold back the grief and rage. I screamed, "I'm the Shea heiress. If any of you will help me, the Shea family will hand over our domestic assets!" Before the words finished, a bridesmaid pummeled my abdomen with a few hard fists. Pain shot through me, and I collapsed to the floor. Evelyn looked down at me with contempt. "The Shea heiress? Everyone knows the Shea family is abroad. Strip her." I struggled, and the flash drive holding our core technology slipped from my pocket. I reached for it, but Evelyn grabbed it first.

“I want to be able to call you directly, not your assistant.” I froze, my heart thumping hard. The way he called me his wife made my chest tighten. I still hadn’t fully gotten used to the idea that I had a husband again. The way he kept reminding me who I was to him only made me more confused. Why was he going through all this trouble for someone he only married on paper? It didn’t make sense, but I couldn’t deny he was right. Contract or not, we were married, and we should at least have each other’s contact.

Damian declared, pulling a massive, glittering emerald ring from his pocket, the one he had bought years ago, before the affair, before the divorce. He slid the ring onto my finger, the emerald blazing under the lights. "Emmah and I are ending the divorce immediately," Damian announced, his voice thick with emotion. "We are remarrying. And we are doing it tonight." The crowd erupted into a stunned frenzy of questions. I looked at the massive emerald on my finger, then at Damian, realizing the brilliant, chaotic finality of his move. The will had voided the succession based on a marriage related to the scandal. By remarrying, we were confirming our unity, but we were doing it after the origin

He nods, gesturing to the file he handed me, “You can check in there. She came here the night you went to pick your new Luna from the borders.” I hear some tinge of derision in Max’s tone when he says your new Luna, but I ignore it because the information he’s given me is a bit more precious. She was here the night I went to pick Nadia. The same Night she asked me to let her go. Emery’s exact words flow through my mind as the scene flashes past before me. (Flashback Pg 18) ~The room smells like sex and sweat.

Xisuthra moved swiftly to prepare a secret chariot that would move the dead princess to the secondary palace. On his way, he met with Inal Enlim. Inal Enlim was a concubine who was promoted to become the empress after the empress died. The reason she was promoted was that the crown prince, Aranar Enlim, was her son. Xisuthra bowed upon sighting the empress with her entourage right behind her. She stopped when she also saw him. She wondered why he was in such a hurry and where he was going.

He assured her. "What about you officials, Didn't they stop you from doing that?" "Unless they don't want to die by my sword. They best thing they can do is to keep quiet." He hugged her tightly. "Didn't i warn you not to use your sword reckless?" She asked him as he nodded. "I am trying to stop using it." Once again, the empire was thrown in another round of confusion after The Emperor announced his wedding date. Especially the fact he was getting married to an unknown woman, who has no family caused Protest, which he did not respond to anyone.

"Mother... he didn't marry her." Her mother looked at the screen and then back at Zara. "Then the battle for the empire has truly begun, my daughter. If he is free, then Falcon Enterprises is the next move." Zara stood up, the tears from the roadside bench completely dry. She wasn't just a girl in a flat anymore. She was the Queen, and her King had just burned his world down to find his way back to hers.

ACCORDING to the original plot of the novel, if I remember it correctly, and I still do, the Empress who was furious that the assassin she hired has fallen in love with the Crown Prince, she used her son, the 2nd Prince to approach the young lady (assassin) and find out more about her. She wanted her darkest secrets, something she could use to shackler her once again. But despite all her efforts, not only did her son fall in love with her, but Claire--despite having the same name as my enemy--was completely freed from her shackles and lived by her own rules. The Crown Prince and Claire overcame all the obstacles and lived happily ever after.