The Remarried Empress Navier Novels & Stories

Laura wore a pale blue silk dress that shimmered in the light, and Sebastian couldn’t stop staring at her like he’d never seen anything so beautiful. Emily came with Ivan and little Mila, who had insisted on being the flower princess. She scattered rose petals down the aisle with more enthusiasm than accuracy, and no one had the heart to correct her. Especially not Emily, who laughed and cried in equal measure. And then there was me. Elle Marino. Soon to be Mrs. Elle Volkov. Bride. Survivor. Mother. Lover.

I adjusted the diamond earrings and necklace that Rhysander had gifted me for our second anniversary as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. It's been three years since I got married to Rhysander under the guise of a contract marriage. I had kept my promise; I never crossed into the room I was put in. I never embarrassed the Bert name, and I played the role of the devoted Mrs. Bert to perfection. But the world I had tried to save had crumbled anyway. One year ago, despite the capital Rhysander poured into Vance Shipping as regards to the promise he made to me, my father had gambled the entire recovery on a venture behind my back.

was a distant memory. "We go to the North Sea," Elena said. "We let the world believe we are ghosts. And while Sterling is celebrating his 'Regency,' we will dismantle every single brick of the Northwood Group from the darkness." She turned to the Protector. "Set a course for the Ice Fortress. And tell the crew... from this moment on, I am not the Chairperson. I am the Shadow Empress." Alexander stepped beside her, his hand finding hers. "And I? What am I in this new world?"

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.

I said. “When we’re done with the wedding ceremony, you will officially become my wife. Although men of Darukai can have many women, they only have one official wife. Then when I become the next emperor, you will automatically become the empress because you are my wife. That is how it works here,” Ren explained. “I see. That makes sense,” I mumbled as I took in this new piece of information. Marrying Ren was something that I looked forward to. The same cannot be said about becoming the next empress. I mean, me as the empress?! The thought scares me so much that I just wanted to pass out to escape the burden of it all.

She nodded without looking at him which made him doubt she was giving him a cold shoulder. He could not understand this woman. She seemed to show different colours of herself. One moment she acted like a grumpy old man and other times she acts like a docile lamb or a demoness disguised as a seductress or an abandoned kitten desperate for help. Who is the real her? This made him want to know everything about her. What made the omnipotent Empress among the socialites fall from grace and what made her return after disappearing without a trace four years ago. She felt worse for she had been crippled even if it's for a few months. It made her revenge plan more pending. And the Royal Steel, thinki