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?"

“Sir, the plane can take off at any time.” Nicholas, who was closely following behind Dolphus, stepped forward and spoke in a steady tone. Raphael Farrington turned his piercing gaze on Dolphus. “Also, get the matter of you registering for marriage in Russia for the pup in her belly taken care of as soon as possible,” he commanded. “To the outside world, she is your kin by blood, but what about the mark on your marriage license? I don’t want this matter dug up later, staining our family name. You two should not provoke me.”

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

She sprinkled the coconut water to that gravestone. “How are you, my girl. Mom is okay here. Hope you are safe there.” She said putting sad eyes on her face. Tears were rolling from her eyes while she was remembering her daughter when she was alive. “Your Majesty. Please pull yourself together.” Siwa approached her. “I’m sorry, I am just sad as I remember her. She is a fair and kind woman, but no one wanted to marry her because of my social status as the Empress. I was upset by it that I did something unforgivable.” She sobbed. ”But, one day, a well-manner man named Empu Bahula paid us a visit and married her. I was very happy back then that I didn’t suspect him at all. I then approved his p

“Is she the one you're referring to, Catherine?” “Yes,” She answered brightly before chugging down the wine. Is she drunk? “I thought you were married to Dante Marcellos the Great? ” Oh. He knows me. “I–” “They're divorced.” I rolled my eyes at Catherine and tried to take her hands off me. “Oh, divorced. Again.” He chuckled and glanced around. “Yeah, it feels great being divorced twice in the same year with different men.” When I finally got away from Catherine’s grip, I forced myself to smile at them. “If you'll excuse me, I'm going to try the desserts first.”

VALERIA Emiliano Navarro Reyes had already signed the divorce papers, and as planned, Renata Salgado Mora had retrieved them for me. His willingness to sign so quickly did not surprise me anymore. There was a time I would have called it love, but now I knew it was simply indifference dressed up as convenience. I stared out of the airplane window as the clouds stretched endlessly beneath me, and for a moment, memories I had buried for two years came rushing back with uncomfortable clarity.

They can't do that, I'm sorry. But because that took place, I was able to let go of the young man I thought might make a good husband. My friends instantly departed when I told them that my parents wanted me to get married, but when morning arrived, legislation had already been passed stating that the new emperor is seeking an empress with credentials. Not at all, as the emperor also stated that the empress was permitted to have more than one husband. But since he is the emperor, he is only allowed one other woman.