The Revenge Of The Empress の小説・ストーリー

"And if he actually knows, then was he the one who snatched away my job and spoiled my reputation? Is he helping the Jones?" She asked herself multiple questions over and over again, and moreover they were indeed some logical questions that came to her. She had a gut feeling that someone definitely had the malicious intentions behind her sudden demotion and disruption of her career. She was keen on finding who was the one. "But who?" That one single question was supposed to keep her pestred for a long time. She chose a red dress and prepared her black heels to go along with the outfit. "Boraza Inn? Accident eight years ago? This anonymous letter?" She calculated the occurrence of events, "I

ROY What have I done? I am sorry, Garnet… but then again. ‘Why did those eyes I began to worship had guilt in them? It was the most beautiful intercourse of my life and to my dismay… she was ashamed of it,’ So I did what I considered right- I broke her heart. I never let any of my girls to even disturb me during my work and I did this with my personal assistant; the woman I wanted revenge from. The woman who managed to hurt me in a delicate way.

She stepped closer, her eyes boring into his soul, stripping away every ounce of his dignity. "Listen to me loud and clear, Christopher. I don't ever want to see you again. If you ever appear in front of me, at work, at home, or even on the streets..." Her lips pressed together into a thin fine line. "Go back to your corrupt kingdom. You disgust me." She turned around and walked down the stairs in firm steps without even taking a glance back. Christopher stood frozen on the steps. He clutched his chest, gasps of air catching in his throat. It felt as if she had reached into his chest and ripped his heart out with her bare hands. The pain was physical, fucking suffocating.

I looked him dead in the eyes, something new burning behind my fear — fire. "You can lock me up, Damien. But I'm not yours. I never was. You keep repeating I'm your's like you.... He sneered. “Really? Because the way you cried for me back in Opsia said otherwise.” “You mistook pain for love,” I spat, surprising even myself with the steel in my voice. He stormed forward, grabbing my arm. “One way or another, you’ll love me again.” I didn’t flinch this time. I wasn’t that helpless girl anymore. I was Emily, daughter of Queen Seraphina and King Thorne. A princess. And soon… I’d have my revenge.

she says evenly before striding away from the chambers, her composure masking the fury brewing within her. Back in her own chambers, the maids exchange nervous glances, well aware of the empress’s volatile temper. Hastily, they open the door to her room, bracing themselves for the outpouring of anger that they know is imminent. Regina’s voice fills the air with frustration and fury as she releases her pent-up emotions, scattering jewels and shattering vases in her wake. The room bears witness to the storm within her, mirroring the turbulent tempest raging inside the Empress herself.

The man who reversed the time, the man who betrayed her first. He lend his hand and she accepted it. "You will soon understand why vengeance didn't let me free," she whispered on his ear before they stood up straight in front of the priest. The priest commence the ceremony by detailing the history of Sylvestre Empire—from the first Empress until the last before her. "Is your wound healed already?" he whispered on her ear. She nodded slightly. "I can now lift a sword and kill you without any problem," she whispered back. "Don't worry, your wedding gown will not drenched with blood as long as I am your enemy."

"We can't use poison on the emperor as it will probably arise new rumors against us. I still care about my image and reputation so we must be careful." The grand empress dowager said that dragged the empress dowager back to reality. She got her mind flooded with the memories of the past that she did not notice that she's already spacing out. Many years have passed but her anger and resentment never faded. The empress dowager believes that everything comes with a price regardless of whoever the person is in question. May that person be as low as Eunuch Ye, or as high as the Grand Empress Dowager. However, she can't let her feelings get in her way towards her sweet revenge. She must be patient

' Maria remembered that in the book the male lead had a villainous older cousin, who was determined to avenge his family, who was tragically murdered via one of the empress’s evil schemes. At first, Maria recalled wondering why would the empress murder his family, only to find out later that the empress's first love was actually the emperor's brother, who instead had fallen in love with a mysterious crimson-haired woman. It seemed that even after she married the emperor, the empress was still upset that she couldn't be with the man she loved, so she plotted a scheme that would get the man she loved, along with his wife and child, killed.

I thought of her being told every day that her mother was a monster, a traitor, a ghost. Silas had given me a second chance at life. He had given me an avenue for revenge. He had redeemed me to the world by making me the Empress, Valencia Knox. But I had not redeemed myself to my daughter. And if I didn't do that, the rest of this was just ashes.

‎"If your answer is yes...," ‎"... then leave her." ‎ ‎Michael stared at him in disbelief. ‎"What are you talking about?" ‎ ‎"Walk away." ‎"Now." ‎"Before history repeats itself." ‎ ‎Michael's heartbeat quickened. ‎"What happened twenty-six years ago?" ‎ ‎His grandfather closed his eyes. ‎"When a family builds an empire...," ‎"...it also create many enemies." ‎ ‎"I'm not asking about enemies old man, I'm asking about bloodlines."