The Revenge Of The Empress 소설 & 이야기

This woman who looked so sweet like an angel bore a look that could only be described as pure hatred in her eyes. He wondered for a moment if he should help her. After all, her request was not an easy one to fulfill. However, he didn’t have the heart to just drive her away from the mansion when she had come to him first before her parents. It meant the desire for revenge in her heart must be so strong she was willing to take the more difficult path to obtain it. “Okay, I will help you.” He stated. For a brief moment, he called himself crazy for even uttering those words and the next thing that came out of his mouth would surprise even himself.

All of it was smaller moves in the game. The real game, the true revenge, wasn’t just about killing Cassius. It was about proving that his empire, his values, his world… were obsolete. And I was selling the tools to make them obsolete forever. And before I demolished his castle, I would rip out every brick of lies, starting with the man who killed my mother. I turned and walked toward my office, the image of the perforated mannequin fixed in my mind, now superimposed with the face of Alban Zweig.

She wanted to prove that she was stronger than the people who'd tried to destroy her, she wanted to win so completely that the people who'd betrayed her would spend the rest of their lives regretting it. ‎Those were the things that drove her and those were the things that made her dangerous. ‎A person who was willing to fake her own death, who was willing to spend months plotting revenge, who was willing to destroy their ex-husband and best friend without hesitation that person was capable of anything. ‎That person was capable of matching me and I found that very intoxicating. ‎ ‎When I'd first heard about Sarah Bennett the woman who'd come back from the dead to reclaim her company—I'd been

Then tossed it into the burning fireplace. The silk instantly caught fire. She looked at Ian with undisguised disgust. "Don't touch me." Her voice was icy enough to freeze the room. "You're filthy." Without another glance... The Empress walked away. Leaving behind three broken men... and a room filled only with regret.

But there is one thing I know. I want revenge. On the stage, my eyes went sharp as I walked towards him, his hands reaching for mine. I took it with caution and was never surprised at all when he pulled me towards him, putting his hands around my small waist, kneading the soft skin that was exposed from the fabric, and giving me chills all over my body. The electrifying sensation was so pleasant to my skin that it made me gasp sharply as he leaned closer, down to look into my eyes. His eyes were burning with so much passion that it made me look down at his supple lips and his throat moved up and down, suppressing himself to kiss me in front of all people that is witnessing how the new Empero

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

“But what I do see is that you’ve clearly sided with the Sanguine Fundamentalists, and that’s all I need to know about your reign. Anyone who sides with violent terrorists have no place in the Empire.” The Empress narrowed her eyes at Retholis and readjusted her stance. She easily saw him telegraph his moves before he performed them, and readied herself to evade. As predicted, he lunged at her with a wide slash, then thrust his beltknife straight towards her face. She wove and ducked and evaded his attacks with ease, but didn’t realize that both were feints. When she moved to evade his thrust, he had also swung upwards with his offhand and struck her squarely in her ribs.

The kingdom of Atria and the Kennedy Empire had a good relationship in the past as well but the emperor grew an interest for the princess of the kingdom of Atria… Her name was Amaryllis. She was made the empress against her will and was often abused by the emperor… He appreciated her beauty but the reason he married her was to break her… He wanted to see her with a broken expression on her beautiful face… He was overjoyed as he saw her weep and mourn asking for help knowing no one would help her… It was amusing for him... The current emperor Aelius wished for revenge against his uncle who was the emperor… Aelius had lost himself in a pit of grief ever since he lost his parents… It was only t

But it was more than infuriating to let this woman say and do anything as she pleased. I must endure even though it was something I did not want to do in front of this shameless creature. Still, Lansford and I both left the car and walked towards the woman. “Kneel,” she said, her gun still pointed at us. I could actually tackle her down and shove that gun right into her mouth but there were other men surrounding us. I would totally receive quite a lot of bullets if ever I make one wrong move. However, kneeling in front of a human being was not something an immortal like me should do. And not to mention, I was the princess of Oliviland. I bow to no mere humans unless I had committed a grave s

he continues, his voice low, “and you sign your own death.” “Kill me,” I force out through clenched teeth. His eyes turn even colder, if that’s possible. “Of course,” he murmurs, almost bitterly. “An assassin princess isn’t afraid of death.” He leans closer. A sadist. "My only regret,” I say, my voice shaking with anger, “is not killing you too.” “Repeating your regret won’t change anything,” he mocks. I shove his hand away, ready to strike, but his men grab me before I can move.