The Remarried Empress Novel Novels & Stories

Based on our research in the internet, the two is the most love characters by the fans aside from the main characters, the Female Lead and the Male Lead. The two ladies's fame even surpassed that of the Second and Third Male Lead. Then we read the screenplay. •Empress General• is a reborn story about an Empress who has many regrets in her past life. She was abandoned by her parents when she was but a new born baby however was later on adopted by the Left Prime Minister Ji Wang's Madam, Lin Cui. Madam Lin Cui was the legitimate and loving daughter of the Lin General's Manor, she were married for the Prime Minister for two years but still she didn't conceive any child even after the Prime Mini

However, the empress' vicious heart bothered me a lot because I was in the fucking novel. If I married Dante and he slept with another woman, I would not care much. But if I was his concubine and he got an empress, I would be dead soon. This marriage must be stopped at all cost.

Rather he was a very understanding, and caring commander. Few months of struggle, I realised that Commander Loren was the fated Mate of empress not the emperor. The Emperor was a scum of a man who cheated on the empress with a vicious vampire female. It was satisfying to see former Emperor Noah getting beheaded . He was the cause of everything, he was the reason vampires were using werewolves to create new species hybrids. Soon after the death of the former Emperor, the Empress was crowned as Emperor of the Bliaviroth empire and remarried with commander Loren. I witnessed their lovely romantic times together. The Empress's hate for the commander turned into love .

Turned it once more on my finger. Then I went inside. I sat at my desk and opened my laptop and stared at a document I had already read four times today. I thought about the way he said I had time this afternoon about the revenue structure he had rebuilt without being asked. The way he moved the Vande call without interrupting me. The way he gave me the real answer about Prague instead of the constructed one and how I knew the difference before I knew how I knew it. I closed the laptop. I was married for the second time.

he began, slow and measured, "five years ago, you were betrothed to my Empress. On the eve of your wedding, you eloped with her half-sister and left behind a letter declaring you refused to be shackled by an arranged marriage and wanted to pursue true love. "On the day of the wedding, my Empress stood alone before a hall full of guests, before the mockery of the entire capital, and became the greatest joke this city has ever known." His voice grew colder with every word. "You left a newborn child on her doorstep and told her that as the intended wife, it was her duty to raise it. Did it ever cross your mind what it meant for an unmarried woman to raise someone else's child? Did you ever once

His one and only flower, Emily. Joshua’s breathing quickened. His ex-wife and this woman looked nearly the same. The only difference is that this Emily had on makeup. She wore beautiful clothes. Even dolly up her pretty face. She’s gorgeous. Her beauty was beyond his wildest imagination. He steadied his breath as he looked at the angelic figure on the stairsteps. “Emily,” he whispers. Vicky gasped loudly as she saw that her ex-daughter-in-law was the heiress to the trillionaire. “Oh, how I messed up. How I have screwed up so badly,” she thought.

Alena squeaked happily and Maria wished she could join In her happiness. “ so they are really in love .? ” she asked, they seemed to fit . a match made in heaven, a cold Emperor and a deathly Empress, truly the God's knew what they were doing when they created the two of them. . “ I wouldn't call it love “ Alena said making her stop eating. they were not in love ? “ but you said..” Alena sighed . “ it's one sided, unrequited. ” she finally understood. the empress Kasan shared an unrequited love with her Emperor.

Emily POV Six months after Dmitri Volkov's visit, I stood in my childhood bedroom wearing my mother's wedding dress preserved for decades, carefully altered and upgraded to modern fashion by a designer to fit me, in case I want it, just to honor her memories. The ivory silk felt like history and hope combined, connecting me to Catherine's legacy while stepping toward my own future. "You look beautiful, Em," Richard said from the doorway. "Mother would be so proudI wish she were here," I admitted, adjusting the veil. "To see me finally marrying for the right reasons. To meet her grandchildren. To know we survived everything Margaret threw at us."

I leaned back in my chair, letting out a long, frustrated breath. The office felt too small. The hum of the air conditioner was too loud. Every click of the keyboard, every ring of the phone, felt like it was echoing, mocking me. I tried to concentrate on work, tried to bury myself in reports, but my thoughts kept circling back. The way she had told me, firmly, that she was remarried. That they were a family. I shoved the papers aside. I tried. I really did. I flipped through spreadsheets, responded to clients, nodded in meetings, but the numbers and the deals felt meaningless. Her face, her voice, the memory of her telling me she was remarried… it haunted me.

I wanted to understand why my husband preferred his first love over me, his wife. I had lived in her shadow, trying to emulate her perfection. I bought the kinds of lingerie she advertised for brands, used her signature perfume, and even came close to dyeing my hair to match hers. It was pathetic. I was pathetic. Leaving Yasmin. Staring at her now brought those humiliating moments flooding back, fueling my anger and insatiable need for justice. I hoped, for a fact, that she was enjoying fucking Cole. “Hi… can you direct me to the office of Mrs. Mirela Gomez?” Sarah asked, her voice cool and confident.