The Tyrant's Beloved Empress Novels & Stories

I shooed her away but she wouldn’t move. “You and I both know she is not leaving here for us. She is basically the queen here. She sleeps in his bed. That doesn’t sound like tth omega hating Alpha you told me about.” “He hates Omegas alright. Do you remember years ago when our park had to take in some strays, a lot of them actually.” I asked her. It was high time she knew who he really was. I could see it in her eyes the minute we got here. One look at this massive estate and she wanted him not me. She would trade up in a heartbeat. This should bring him down from that pedestal she had placed him on.

“But apparently you are here with someone else. Looks like she is more important to you than this mother who raised you.” Crown Prince said with a fake smile, “Of course not. You know you’re the only mother in my heart.” “Then who is she?” “She-” stutter Crown Prince. “She’s the woman I love. The woman to bear my children. The woman who will become Empress,” he wanted to say. But he said, “She’s my maid.” Bella’s heart flinched at his words. “Good,” said the Empress. She was eyeing Bella with disgust.

"Hahaha, that's not certain. You'll see, you'll see where your days will be filled again with a love more perfect than before." "In this world, there is no such thing as perfect love. There is only betrayal and lies." The empress's words weighed heavily on the woman. She fell silent, staring at the suddenly sad eyes. The woman, who had unparalleled power in the empire and her family, had become a recluse ever since she was betrayed by a man who knew no shame or gratitude. Even the woman desperately wanted to kill the man who had wounded the empress's heart beside her. But she tried to stay calm and comfort the empress.

Fragile, even. My chest contracts in a way that pisses me off. Her eyes lift and find mine. Blue meeting blue. The chapel disappears. For a second, it’s just us. She’s beautiful. The kind of beautiful that makes a man angry about it. My jaw ticks. My mouth goes dry. “I shouldn’t want her,” I mutter under my breath. Valerio hears. He always does. His lips twitch into a smirk. “Careful, amico,” he murmurs without turning his head. “Someone might think you’re human.”

Before Alicia was going to tell them what was on her mind, Betty lightly taps her on the shoulder and signaled her not to say anything since Betty doesn't want to embarrass the empress with her statement or else, the empress might alter her mood. While Valerie is admiring her favorite flower, Forget-me-nots, she has a thought for a question she wants to ask because she has always wanted to know who this great emperor in this empire is. She also considers how she will address the emperor; she is hesitant to question them, but she persists.

After the said incident, he ascended to the throne and served the Eastern North as their emperor. The Emperor may have a cold nature but he has a soft spot for animals. He actually had a beloved animal companion which is a phoenix. It was given by the former King of Heaven as a welcome gift when he entered the legion. He has loved the creature so much and it is with him through every silent battle he has gone through. The phoenix itself was precious, having come from a race which is now extinct. The former king found him outstanding which made him give the phoenix to Alois.

"I'm devastated by what happened to the two of us. Please, Nathalie, don't add any more." "I-I'm sorry, Empress. I'm just scared," she replied, making me shake my head. "I'm just scared. I thought you loved him. He loves you, Empress. He just can't tell you. In fact, I know he has a plan, Empress. Just hold on, okay?" "I don't believe in things like that anymore, Nathalie," I answered, making her sigh. "I want to leave. If you're not going to help me, can you just keep your mouth shut?"

"Everyone…" Just then, Yvette strode toward the palace throne. She cast a glance around her, speaking lightly, "The tyrant emperor, Kenny Bred, is now no more. A kingdom can't function without a ruler, and now I, Yvette Lane, shall take on the throne as the Empress."

Emperor Tyler took another swig of rum, mumbling to himself. Wilbur fell silent. There might be people who envied the emperor's life, but Wilbur did agree that it did feel like the emperor was living a life of imprisonment. Emperor Tyler was the royal monarch, and all eyes were on his every word and move. This trapped all of him, body, and soul. Wordlessly, Wilbur raised his glass. Emperor Tyler smiled, and both men drained their glasses once again. The bottle of rum was empty not long after, but Emperor Tyler did not seem to have drunk quite enough yet and opened another bottle.

The Empress's expression was one of icy calculation, weighing whether to extend a sliver of mercy or to maintain her fierce judgment. And so, Ilyana and Teressa stood across from each other. Ilyana sat on her throne, arms crossed and a stern expression on her face while Teressa, standing before her, was visibly nervous but held her ground, determined to explain her side of the story. The Empress's icy gaze remained fixed on Teressa, waiting for her to speak, while Teressa took a deep breath, ready to recount the events that had led them to this moment.