The Bigshot's Superstar Wife-Chapter 126: The Rise of a New Power

The news spread like wildfire.

On Starnet, the empire’s largest interstellar network, headlines screamed of shocking developments.

[Breaking News: Major General Jericho Mors Resigns from Military—Protected by House Jericho!]

[Who Is Jericho Mors? Reports Suggest He Is More Than Just a Soldier!]

[One Week Later: Jericho Mors Declares Himself Acting Ruler of Planet Sinalta!]

Speculations ran rampant. How could a decorated general, once fiercely loyal to the empire, suddenly abandon his post? And more importantly, how had he risen so quickly to power?

Then came the next wave of news, even more shocking than the first.

[Athena Mors: The Woman Behind the Second Prince!]

[Demerin Family and the Elizabeth Royal Family Step Forward to Support Her!]

[What Is Athena’s True Background? Hidden Power or Just a Lucky Consort?]

The empire was in chaos.

With the emperor still in a coma, the power vacuum left in his absence had begun to spiral out of control.

The Council of Nobles, once bound by their allegiance to the throne, had fractured into factions.

Some loyalists demanded the emperor’s immediate recovery before any decisions were made. Others believed the empire needed new leadership, fast.

Mors Jericho now Xavier Mors Angelus had struck at the perfect moment.

A week after his resignation from the military, he reappeared, not as a mere general, but as the Second Prince of Sinalta.

The revelation sent shockwaves across the empire. Many had suspected he came from noble blood, but the hidden prince of the empire? It was almost unbelievable.

Yet, House Jericho, one of the strongest military families, stood behind him. Their influence ensured his claim was not easily dismissed. And then, there was Athena.

Her name dominated every discussion. Who was this woman who had captured the heart of the second prince?

Why had the powerful Demerin Family of Asenus and the Elizabeth Royal Family of another star sector suddenly declared their support for her?

The more the people dug into her past, the more mysterious she became.

Whispers of her past military achievements, her rumored connections to secretive war strategies, and her involvement in past conflicts only fueled the speculation.

Some admired her. Others feared her.

But no one could ignore her.

Even if she was only a celebrity to many people.

The grand council chamber of Sinalta was filled with tension. Nobles, ministers, and military leaders had gathered, their voices a mix of excitement and apprehension.

Seated at the head of the hall, where the emperor should have been, was Mors. He sat with the ease of someone who had already won the battle.

His expression was unreadable, his posture composed. Across from him stood Minister Darius Vex, the head of intelligence, his face lined with exhaustion.

"The emperor is not dead," Darius began, his voice firm. "His Majesty still lives. Until he awakens, the throne should remain untouched."

Murmurs of agreement rippled through the hall.

Mors exhaled softly. "And how long do you propose we wait, Minister Vex? A month? A year? Do you truly believe the empire can afford to remain leaderless while its enemies plot in the dark?"

Darius narrowed his eyes. "The empire is not leaderless. The council..."

"The council," Mors interrupted smoothly, "is divided. The military is restless. The people are uncertain. And while we sit here arguing, my dear brother gathers his forces in the shadows."

Silence.

Everyone knew the name he refused to say aloud. Zyvander.

The Crown Prince, the fallen heir, the one who had put their emperor in a coma.

Mors leaned forward. His golden eyes swept across the room, unwavering.

"Make no mistake, gentlemen. I did not come here to seize the throne. But neither will I sit idly by while my brother prepares for war."

"And what do you propose?" one of the noble lords asked cautiously.

Mors smiled, though there was no warmth in it.

"Temporary rulership. I will govern in my father’s absence, not as emperor, but as acting regent. When His Majesty wakes, I will step down. But until that day comes, I will ensure Sinalta does not fall."

Another round of murmurs filled the air.

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Darius clenched his jaw. "And if the emperor does not wake?"

Mors’ expression did not change. "Then we will cross that bridge when we come to it."

-

The name Athena Demerin had already been well-known long before she became the wife of Mors Jericho, the feared general who had now risen as Xavier Mors Angelus, the second prince of Sinalta.

Unlike other noblewomen who gained recognition through their family names, Athena had carved her own path, one marked by excellence, secrecy, and brilliance.

Though she had only a few public works, every single one of them had been nothing short of extraordinary.

From literature to science, from strategy to interstellar politics, her influence reached beyond what the public could comprehend.

She was an artist, a scientist, a strategist, and an enigma. And the most astonishing part?

She had accomplished all of it before the age of twenty-five.

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By the age of thirteen, she had already completed her studies at one of the empire’s top military academies, surpassing even older cadets, including Mors Jericho himself.

Her skills in warfare and tactics were unmatched. She had been described as a "weapon disguised as a scholar," a mind so sharp that even the most seasoned generals felt unease in her presence.

And yet, no one in the academy had ever imagined that the quiet, observant girl in their ranks had already been leading a double life.

While the rest of the world saw Athena as a mere prodigy, the Emperor of Atlantis knew her true worth.

Before she was even fifteen, she had been recruited into a covert intelligence program, one so classified that only the highest authorities of Atlantis even knew of its existence.

Her mission? Infiltration. Sabotage. Espionage.

Athena had walked through the halls of power in enemy territories, had sat beside warlords, kings, and traitors, all while feeding intelligence back to the Emperor of Atlantis.

She had toppled corrupt ministers, dismantled underground organizations, and manipulated political conflicts without ever lifting a blade.

By the time she turned eighteen, she had already rewritten the course of interstellar history.