The Remarried Empress Novel Novels & Stories

"Mother... he didn't marry her." Her mother looked at the screen and then back at Zara. "Then the battle for the empire has truly begun, my daughter. If he is free, then Falcon Enterprises is the next move." Zara stood up, the tears from the roadside bench completely dry. She wasn't just a girl in a flat anymore. She was the Queen, and her King had just burned his world down to find his way back to hers.

Vincenzo reached up to cup my cheeks, leaning down to capture my lips in a kiss. The ballroom erupted into thunderous applause and cheers. Under the witness of heavyweights from both the legal and illegal worlds, we completed the transfer of power and the forging of our marriage. I was no longer the weakling left to the mercy of Luca and Sophia's bullying. I was Elena Moretti. In this underground world filled with blood and violence, I stood at the absolute pinnacle of power.

I was his legal wife, but Alex doesn't seem to regard me as such. He still views our marriage as a mere business alliance. The only reason he agreed to consummate our marriage was because Grandma Loretta wanted a grandchild. He makes sure to make love to me every day so we can make that happen. He couldn't disobey her. Or he might lose his position as the heir to the King corporation, the largest business empire in the States, single-handedly owned by Grandma Loretta. Alex needed her support. So he married me to please her.

He told himself he had done worse before, and the empire had survived because of it. Still, the name echoed in his head. Sierralya. He pushed away from the table and crossed the room, stopping at the window. From here, the palace grounds looked calm. Orderly. As if nothing beneath them was rotting. As if there weren’t things buried so deep even he pretended not to remember them. “She’s my daughter,” he said aloud, to no one. The words didn’t change anything. “Dismissed.” The councilors filed out slowly. When the doors finally closed, he was left with just Caspian.

She left, her perfume lingering like a threat. I texted Marcus immediately: " How soon can I move to Portland?” " Still April? Or sooner?" “Sooner. Much sooner.” Victoria appeared moments later. "Was that Emma?" "She knows about Portland. About my loans. Everything." "That's impossible. I only mentioned you were relocating." Victoria sat heavily. "Unless she's been going through your things." "Why would she?" "Because Emma wants what Catherine had. She's always wanted it." Victoria's voice dropped. "Before Catherine married Damien, Emma dated him first. Did you know that?"

But who could have imagined that I had only been three years abroad, but he'd proudly bring his mistress home and let her humiliate me like this? I couldn't hold back the grief and rage. I screamed, "I'm the Shea heiress. If any of you will help me, the Shea family will hand over our domestic assets!" Before the words finished, a bridesmaid pummeled my abdomen with a few hard fists. Pain shot through me, and I collapsed to the floor. Evelyn looked down at me with contempt. "The Shea heiress? Everyone knows the Shea family is abroad. Strip her." I struggled, and the flash drive holding our core technology slipped from my pocket. I reached for it, but Evelyn grabbed it first.

"I did all of this for you! I divorced Jason—he's a complete bastard! After Landeau Group went bankrupt, he ran off with the remaining money. "Nathan, I know I made a mistake. I really do! Let's start over, okay? We can go back to how things used to be. I don't want anything else. You're all I want. Let's get married right now!" She lunged forward to grab me again, but I dodged her, feeling nauseated. As I watched her ramble incoherently, I could help but think of the Cheryl in my memories, the one who always ordered me around and treated my feelings like they were nothing.

“I want to be able to call you directly, not your assistant.” I froze, my heart thumping hard. The way he called me his wife made my chest tighten. I still hadn’t fully gotten used to the idea that I had a husband again. The way he kept reminding me who I was to him only made me more confused. Why was he going through all this trouble for someone he only married on paper? It didn’t make sense, but I couldn’t deny he was right. Contract or not, we were married, and we should at least have each other’s contact.

But when he finally drifted off to sleep, clutching his teddy, Emery slipped out. The city lights blurred as she stumbled into a dim bar tucked on a quiet street corner. It smelled of alcohol and cigarette smoke, of escape. Emery ordered drink after drink, ignoring the curious looks of strangers who recognized the billionaire’s wife. Each swallow burned, but it numbed the ache clawing at her chest. “Pathetic, aren’t I?” she muttered to her glass. “Married to the devil and still longing for heaven.” Her laughter was soft, slurred, and full of pain.

“Oh, I didn’t ruin anything, I reinvented myself .” She gestured to herself. “This? I did all this for me to be loved and never be rejected again.” She stepped even closer, her perfume sickly sweet now. “I still want you. I miss you. I remember how you used to watch me like I was the only thing keeping you from losing your mind.” Kayden didn’t flinch. “I don’t want you. I don’t miss you. I’m mated now I found my other half.” Silvia’s smile returned.