The Remarried Empress Navier の小説・ストーリー

Why did Emilia do that? Marisol continued to the comments section, after which she finally understood. Nevaeh was quite well-known in the musical industry overseas. Last night, she appeared on stage in a Velours gown which was rumored to have been tailored by the founder of Velours herself. After the video of her performance was spread online, it attracted great attention. The netizens were curious to know who she was. Through extensive research, they actually found some information on her. Nevaeh wasn't only a famous musician overseas. She was also a PhD holder in Business Studies, and she graduated from Brinsylvania. Upon returning to the country, she was parachuted into Franco Tech, a sub

Like I wasn’t the man she once married. Sylvaine. The name struck a deep chord in my chest. I watched them disappear into the crowd, swallowed by the chaos, escorted by panicked CHIHIRO staff and Vanya executives in hushed panic. I could still smell her fragrance—HER—lingering like a whisper in the air. But something deeper tugged at me. The rig that had nearly fallen on her. The scream from earlier, someone shouting that CHIHIRO wasn't worthy of Vanya. Then silence. And then, the man who shouted vanished.

Rohan picked up the TV remote and turned on the big screen on the wall. Aryan looked at the TV. The news anchor was talking very loudly. "Massive earthquake in the business world today! The secretive Rathore Empire just announced their new leader. For five years, nobody knew who the real heir was. Today, the Rathore family officially presented their sole Heiress to the board of directors. Her first order? To completely block all business deals and supply chains with the Singhania Group!" Aryan laughed out loud. "Rathore Empire? Blocking us? That is a joke. We are partners. Show me a picture of this new Heiress. Who does she think she is?"

I bet Mia isn’t included in that. “There’s no need for that, Mr. Evans.” I don’t plan on staying in this marriage I don’t remember. I just need to confirm some details and figure out what really happened in the past. I only came back here to see if I could remember something in this place. At first, I genuinely wanted to make it work, to see if I had chosen a happy life. But now… I’m starting to think that forgetting those memories might actually be a temporary blessing. This situation isn’t simple. But how am I supposed to remember anything in a place like this?

The Emperor hesitated. What happened... during these four years? --- He swallowed his anger. "There is another important matter." He gestured toward the young woman beside him. "Come forward." The girl obediently stepped ahead. The hall erupted into whispers. Only Kiara remained expressionless. She had expected this moment. "I wish to introduce my second daughter." "Amelia Hyperion." The whispers grew louder. The Emperor continued. "Eighteen years ago... I mistook another woman for my late wife." "From that mistake..."

It was better to accept reality than to put up a desperate, futile fight. Word got out that Harry had "accidentally" dropped the royal seal from his robes at the party, sending everyone in the courtyard to their knees in respect. Even though he explained I had merely given it to him for safekeeping, every guest knew exactly what it meant. It was the prelude to a new empress consort. The next day, Jindale was buzzing with rumors. The threshold of Johnston Manor was nearly broken by the sheer volume of visitors rushing to flatter the future empress consort.

With a confused look, I looked at her and protested, “So what? It’s not like I am his wife to accompany him for breakfast. Besides, we already agreed that he would let me go today. Let me sleep for a few more minutes, okay?” Before I could even land my head on the fluffy pillow, the maid shoved the curtains to the side and let the sun’s rays hit me with its blinding light. “Madame, you are the wife of Sir Alexander. You just signed your marriage contract last night. All that is left is your wedding ceremony.” There was nothing else that made me leave the bed so fast than the words spoken by the maid. I looked at her and there was no sign of jest in her eyes. I shook my head and let out a sma

Rather he was a very understanding, and caring commander. Few months of struggle, I realised that Commander Loren was the fated Mate of empress not the emperor. The Emperor was a scum of a man who cheated on the empress with a vicious vampire female. It was satisfying to see former Emperor Noah getting beheaded . He was the cause of everything, he was the reason vampires were using werewolves to create new species hybrids. Soon after the death of the former Emperor, the Empress was crowned as Emperor of the Bliaviroth empire and remarried with commander Loren. I witnessed their lovely romantic times together. The Empress's hate for the commander turned into love .

I grew up fatherless, clawing my way through the Chicago underbelly with my mom. She always said he loved us. That he just had to go far, far away. Until she got terminally ill. I dropped out of design school and rushed back, ready to drain our life savings to treat her. But she put a pair of scissors to her own throat. She told me not to touch the cash. It was the only thing she had to leave me. I pretended to agree. But the second I turned around, I took our fifty grand and ran to Mr. Sal, the neighborhood's back-alley doctor. I begged him to save her. "Fifty grand? This buys her three months. Tops." He lit a cigarette. Through the smoke, his eyes bored into me. Like he was looking at a gh

Naomi shook her head. "That won't do. We're gonna need a solid pic..." "Selena!" Arian growled and stormed to his car in a heartbeat. "Okay? Why did she hit her?" Naomi resumed. The man cleared his throat and looked around in a gossipy manner. "Mhm. She accused the Empress of...of ruining her wedding by having an affair with her fian..." "That's enough!" Elva snapped, more than ready to drive after Arian! "What direction did the Empress go?" Naomi asked. He thumbed over his shoulder, where Arian drove off.