The Remarried Empress Navier Novels & Stories

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.

The ring on my finger caught the airport lights, flashing unmistakably between us. “I remarried,” I said. “To the love of my life.” His eyes locked onto it like it burned. “I have a husband,” I went on, my voice steady despite the storm in my chest. “A real one. One who chose me. Who protected me. Who didn’t break me and then look for excuses.” He tried to speak, but words failed him. He swallowed hard. “This ends here,” I said. “We will never meet again.” “Velma,” he said, desperation spilling over now.

The things and thoughts left unsaid, were usually conveyed, regardless between us. "Oh. That's great. She missed you very much—" He added with a small smile but I shirked away from the honesty emanating from his eyes. The entire time, Mum kept crying and I was almost compelled to drop my plans to see Amo. But she dismissed me immediately. Saying, I should spend some time with Navi first, until she gets a flight to return home. "Aasiya—Captain Hadi—He got married— two years ago—" Navi began, in a small remorseful voice and for a moment, I couldn't believe my ears. Was it really possible, that Navi might've changed his ways?

"Of course. I just want to ensure everyone's prepared. Your current wife, for instance—has she been part of these discussions?" "My current wife is aware of my plans." "But she's not involved in the process?" Emma interrupted smoothly. "Olivia's role is temporary. This baby will be Damien's true heir, from his real marriage. There's no need to complicate things by involving her." Dr. Chen's expression shifted slightly, professional mask slipping. "I see. Well, the legal contracts will need to specify custody arrangements and parental rights. Since you're legally married to someone else, there may be complications—"

Qri and Luther exchanged puzzled glances. "If I don't hand over the strategy now, my father will soon bang his head against the wall in frustration." Emma playfully winked. The next day, Beta Henry's wife, who was also a titled Marchioness of the Mạnh family, personally presented a memorial to the Empress. The content of the monument discussed a positive direction for solving the disaster issue. Of course, only half of the content was presented, while the other half remained in Emma's mind. The memorial was presented during the third hour of the day, and word spread throughout the palace. The Empress summoned Emma.

“Yes. You are in Varmore, an empire on the west of the Silex Kingdom. Since you have no memories of what happened, you can ask me anything but I can only offer a little help.” Emery smiled while looking down with her fingers fidgeting. She simply felt a bit embarrassed since she had been acting too casual with a man who was actually an emperor. If only the physician did not tell her about it, then she would act careless around Emperor Claus. “T-Then… About the divorce you mentioned before… Is it true? I mean… All I can remember is getting married to His Majesty and… And he l-left me during our wedding night.” “I’m sorry to hear that, but yes, the two of you separated almost six years ago. Th

Her voice lingered deliberately on Emerald Palace, and I already knew where this was going. "Speaking of Emerald Palace… It’s tragic what happened to Mr. Emmette Nash and his wife, Corrie Nash. It must be distressing for you, Devon, considering she was your ex-wife and pregnant with your child," Vivienne said, and all I could do was hold my breath. "She lost the pregnancy," I chimed in as calmly as I could, my gaze sharp on Vivienne. I hadn’t invited her here to throw stones at my house of glass. "I’m aware," she replied smoothly. "But she was carrying the only heir of the Remington bloodline." Her eyes snapped to me—more specifically, to my stomach.

Yusria swallowed and straightened her posture, her violet eyes exuding determination as she stared straight into the Emperor's sapphire orbs. "However, as a living being, I have my own values and principles. One of those values is that I will not snatch another woman's man and neither will I share my man with another woman. Unfortunately, Your Majesty, not only are you another woman's man, but you are also planning to accept the said woman as your second wife. Such a grievance, my fragile heart won't be able to handle it. As such, I am sorry, but I can't be your Empress. You are not my ideal husband."

“Your Majesty, I was wondering if I could rejoin the court tomorrow?” Ivan fiddled with the napkin on his lap. “Ursa, I don’t know about that one. You’re still recovering, and--” “Are you kidding? We can’t have a Romanov in court. That’s preposterous! Brother, are you really going to let them infest us from the inside?” “Excuse me?” Ursa said in a pointed tone. “Come on, Aisha, what did I say earlier? Besides, Ursa is the Empress, she has a right to join the court. This was one of my promises to her when we were married.”