The Remarried Empress Navier Novels & Stories

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.

whispered Nevan. "I do not," replied Marchioness Tere. "Then why do you want to come to the wedding of that woman's daughter to the crown prince?" Nevan whispered again. "Because she is marrying the crown prince, I need to be present in the palace and rebuild my good image," replied Marchioness Tere. "So you want to build relationships with high-class noble families again?" whispered Nevan. "Of course. I need to look like a Marchioness who is willing to put up with her husband taking my personal concubine. I must appear as an elegant, classy woman in their eyes, in response to a remarried husband," whispered Marchioness Tere slyly.

she shouted. Naveen went quiet and looked at Miral. "Listen very carefully to me. First, I do not love you, so I am not obliged to marry you and second, I do not see you as my partner. You're just not worth it," she gritted. Naveen was shocked as well as he was fuming in anger, but he chose to stay quiet for that moment. "And the most important fact. I am already married. I am Mrs Miral Shekhawat, wife of Aditya Singh Shekhawat and I would like to stay like that only. So, there's no question to marry you, Naveen," she announced.

The words were simple, direct, and shocked most people. "Listen, listen! By the order of Emperor Kaelric Valen Drazor, who saved Kaldor and brought back order! His Imperial Majesty, having been miraculously saved from danger by a kind person with great character, has decided to marry this noble person. The maiden known as Liora, who showed amazing kindness and bravery in the Emperor’s worst moments, will be honored and will become the Empress of Kaldor!"

156 letters were written and for 156 months Emperor Zyram lived. The ruler of vast seas and innumerable power was described as an insane psychotic monster by many of his close aides for the imperial punishment for suggesting another marriage to him was getting one's head crushed by tens of war elephants so after only a few catastrophic cruel death none dared question him. It was said that Empress Ilaria was never buried for with the help of the divine physician who by the grace of the dead empress was given a pardon of her life for she did not tell the truth to the emperor that his wife was dying, a beautiful glassed liquid infused with Crown Prince Arvaram's powers and her own medicinal kno

My husband called me fat, ugly, and disgusting. Then he used that as an excuse to cheat on me with his secretary, Joanna. I threw him a birthday party, hoping to make him happy, but he chose to spend the night with her instead. Tired and fed up, I signed the divorce papers and walked out of his life. Three years later, I was no longer the unwanted XXL wife of Adrian Wellington. I was Miranda Wright, a billionaire heiress who had just bought my ex-husband’s company under a fake name. When Adrian finally discovered who I was, he was shocked. Then he fell at my feet, pleading for another chance. “Miranda, don’t do this to us.” I ignored him, pulled my hand away, and barked an order at my securi

The envoy explained the purpose of her visit. The smile on the Empress's face immediately disappeared. ‘Marry?’ ‘Impossible.’ It was Sangria’s long held tradition. Any woman in Sangria was allowed to marry men from other countries. The only exception to that was the Queen. Women who married in different countries would also send their daughters back to Sangria, ensuring the country’s legacy. The Empress replied coldly, “Go back and tell your Emperor I’m never going to marry him, I won’t abandon our country even if I have to go down with it. Please leave at once.”

Even when Nav freaked out at the sudden idea of getting married, the guy found time to call to Matt on Friday. He said he was sad about how things turned out, and thanked Matt for being so generous about the wedding. If Nav and Kat had gone on their honeymoon, Matt would never have bothered them. but having since their wedding had been so unexpected, they flew back to Montreal to Nav preparing its first major photography exhibition. Resolved, Matt walked out onto the deck, taking his cell phone and book with him. The ship was almost desert since most of the passengers were on land, so privacy was not