The Remarried Empress Novel Novels & Stories

When the tour ended, she left the school, showing no sign that she wished to visit the old place Drake had once spoken of. The Vice Chancellor lingered at the gate, rain dripping from the eaves as he watched her depart. His voice slipped out in a quiet murmur, almost to himself. “The hearts of the young are always tangled. Drake once married Elena, then lost his memory, and with that loss came Cassandra. Now, he is bound to Cassandra by an engagement, but his memory has returned. And here he is, still chasing Elena. It's such a storm I do not understand.” “Ms Monroe,” came a voice through Elena’s phone.. “The Hamiltons won’t back down! The manager just called. They dropped their share again

" Only later did I learn that she was Caitlyn, the woman the Sheppard family had arranged for me to marry. The fireworks on that rooftop, and her face beneath them, stayed in my memory forever. We got married and had Nelly. It wasn't until the day Mason Sheppard graduated and returned home. Caitlyn went to pick him up and got into a car accident. I went to take care of her, but then I saw the two of them together on the hospital bed. "Ian, I'm tired of this. I want something different." I left the marriage with nothing. Later, when my adoptive mother needed money for treatment, Caitlyn suggested we remarry. I agreed. She filled the villa with my fireworks designs. She even promised to arrang

"Princess? My god, Princess Kiara! Is that really you? The old master has been looking for you everywhere!" "I'm done hiding, Uncle Vikram," Kiara said, looking back at the huge Singhania mansion one last time. "Send the cars. Tell my grandfather... the Heiress of the Rathore Empire is coming home."

Emil was relatively generous. During the divorce proceedings, he gave me $20 million on top of a car and a house. I started a modest florist business with the money. I had just bid farewell to a customer when I received a notification on my phone. It was a text from Emil, whom I hadn't contacted in three years. "Meet me at the city hall tomorrow at nine o’clock. We’re getting remarried." The tone of the text was as curt and authoritative as he had always been.

A plot twist she hadn't expected, but one she was ready for. "So, Julian wants to go to war?" she whispered. "Tell the legal team to prepare the 'Apocalypse File.' If he wants to see how deep the Everett shadow goes, I’ll show him." She walked back to her desk and picked up her phone. There was a new message from an unknown number. It was a photo of her entering her private apartment building. Attached was a single line of text: The Empress has a beautiful home. It would be a shame if something happened to the 'secret' she left there.

And yet, he had walked in here with a diamond necklace and a perfect apology. "You two truly are wonderful together," Evelyn said softly as the plates were cleared away. She looked us over, her eyes filled with genuine affection. "Seeing you like this reminds me so much of his father and me in the early years. It takes a lot of strength to build a life under this name, Emilka, but you are doing a magnificent job." "Thank you, Eve," I said. The knot in my stomach was back, cold and sharp. "That means everything to me."

He bites my earlobe and pants his hot breath into my ear. And yet, instead of sinking his canines into my neck and completing his claim on me, he does something completely unexpected- the cruelest of acts. With his length still buried deep inside of me, his arms around my body and the evidence of his possession still marking my skin, he says the words- “I, Xavier Bellator, reject you Jane, as my mate. By the divine creed that is my word, I rebuke any and all bonds that tie my soul to yours”.

Emery's POV "Do I really have to be here to convince them that you're actually married to me?" I asked as I watched the people coming in and out of the tall building of Empire Gray. This is really happening. I'm really married—not actually married, but fakely married to the wealthiest man in the country. I still can't believe this. Terrence looked at me lazily and grimaced. "It's not like you'll tell each and every one of them that you're married to me. You just have to act sweet, baby."

I remained solid and did not dar avert my gaze from his. "I have something I want," he started. "And I want you with me." My brows furrowed and he read my confusion. His fingers touched the tips of my hair resting on my shoulder. The contact made me shudder. I don't know what this man want and I couldn't figure out what could I possibly offer to help him. But what came out of his mouth next instantly made me freeze. "What do you say we get married?" The words rung in my ear. I was expecting all of the worst possible things he could possibly want me to do but I never thought he could come up with something so much worse.

"And this is my friend, Meredith Emory Grant! The heiress of Rising stone. And she also owns the biggest Mall here in Queensland!" I instantly threw a gaze at Gabriel. He remained calm and firm. "Really?" Alessandra confirmed. I swallowed hard as I watched how her brows knitted, lips pursed tightly and glanced at me after. "Yes!" Tyra turned her face to Gabriel. "Gabriel, right? Uhm, you look so familiar, did we met before?" she sai with forehead creasing. "I don't think so. I don't go here often." I shut my eyes for a moment. My heart tightened in pain.