LOGINAuthor's POV
Egon was kicking the bag continuously, drenched in sweat and pain from head to toe.
He finally stopped when the bag fell down. The pain in his body was nothing in front of the pain he was feeling in his heart.
He sat down beside his bed on the ground breathing heavily. It's been six months since he has seen her face. He is dying without her.
He hasn't slept for nights because her face haunts him everywhere. He left the castle and came to the city in his bungalow, which is closer to her. That castle was eating him alive.
He has broken his countless phones to stop the urge to call Ruby so he can ask her to show him the Emerald.
It's hard, worse than death.
He is just living with the news that she is doing fine. His men are around her, protecting her at all costs.
He left the castle, the darkness there was haunting him. He came to a new house in a city which was also dark, he changed its aesthetics so he could feel peace of mind, but it didn't work either. He was not able to focus on anything.
It felt like the mental situation Emerald was going through had come to him like karma.
Only she can put him at peace, but he didn't want that; he wasn't going to drag her with him again. She was happy in her life. Finally!
He always feels the urge to go and see her. Bring her back, love her until she gets tired of him. Never let her go again. Make up for everything but he couldn't.
He was regretting everything, every single second where he had hurt her and tortured her.
He was lost without her; he needed her desperately, and she was around him, yet he couldn't have her. He never felt so helpless.
He shook his head.
"I need to clear this fucking mind."
His right-hand man knocked and entered. Egon got up and acknowledged him.
"King, Russell has refused to give you the mall project... In fact, he has called a conference today like he is not scared of you..."
"Then we will make him an example of why people should be scared of Bismarck."
Egon wiped his face with a towel and tossed it on the bed.
"You don't have to bother, I'll handle it."
He assured.
"I need to get out of the house, Ron... I am going crazy here... Will have some fun today."
He smirked.
"By the way, I asked you to resign the house... What happened to that? Ask Ruby and update me."
Ron waited as Egon came out of the closet all ready for the task.
"King, Ruby said the plan is ready. She can come here to take final approval."
"No! I'll visit her office... I am done staying in."
They walked out together.
Emerald was yawning in the conference.
"What this motherfucker is saying and what is my job here?"
She mumbled to her assistant.
They were sitting on a huge round table in a huge Hall, and there were many people in the conference.
"Right, I don't think we have anything to do here."
Her assistant agreed.
"I am leaving!"
Emerald tried to get up.
"Emerald, it will look rude."
She stopped her.
"As if I am not?"
She scoffed.
"Please let's stay back, anyway, we are almost in the corner and unnoticeable. It will be done in no time..."
She requested.
Emerald huffed and rolled her eyes.
"Anyways, I am scrolling I*******m... Nudge me if anything important comes up."
Suddenly, everything went silent, and terror spread in the air. Emerald looked up when the door slammed open and Egon walked in. In his dark, dominating aura. Face shining bright yet radiating danger and darkness. The confidence and the power were unavoidable.
She watched the handsome man curiously who barged in unapologetically.
Russell started shaking when he saw Egon himself standing in front of him. He was in the air thinking Egon doesn't come out of the house and his men can't touch him. He was never so wrong in his whole life.
He joined hands in front of him while trembling in fear.
"King, I___"
Egon grabbed his neck and banged his head on the screen on which he was presenting.
Everyone got up in horror but his voice froze everything.
"Sit down!"
He ordered and everyone silently took back their places.
Emerald never got up to sit down; she was just admiring the beautiful man in front of her, and what gave her butterflies was that everyone was scared of him. She found it fascinating.
Russell pleaded and begged Egon until he snapped his neck, and people were sweating in their chairs. No one knows if they would leave alive from there.
"Who is he?"
Emerald asked to her assistance.
"A man we should not mess with... Please, keep quiet for a while."
She was shaking nervously.
Emerald watched him from the dark as Egon killed Russell and walked out of the room like he hadn't done anything wrong. And no one dared to stop him.
Egon was too busy killing that he didn't realise that the girl he was dying to see was in the same room, hidden in the crowd. Admiring and flattering him.
He didn't even glance at the crowd, not realising that he had again started the saga of fatal obsession.
Emerald was in awe of that man. Something clicked when she saw him. The little burn in the heart and the alert in the mind. This man was giving her a thrill. The beauty and the dominance are what she was looking for.
"I want him!"
No sane girl would fall for a man who has killed a man in front of her, but was she ever sane? She was a fan of fucked up things and found one to be obsessed with.
"What?"
Her assistant looked at her like she had lost her mind.
Emerald smirked.
"I liked this man, I want him... Even if it's for just once."
Author’s POVYears had passed, yet time had failed to soften the legacy of Egon and Emerald. Their empire was stronger than ever, feared by the underworld, respected by allies, untouched by enemies. Their castle was rebuilt stone by stone, not as a reminder of their wounds but as a monument of their victory over destiny.What destiny meant for destruction, they turned into forever.And the world watched them with the same disbelief even now the two villains who were destined to destroy each other… chose to build a kingdom together.The ocean breeze still roared against the cliff walls, just like the night they reunited. But now, the castle didn’t echo grief. It echoed laughter, command, and absolute power… especially from the new heir they raised.Ragnar Bismarck.The one who carried both thrones in his blood.Sixteen years old, the age when most boys were still discovering themselves. Ragnar already knew who he was. Trained in martial arts since he could walk, he moved like a predato
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Author's POV The ocean was about to witness their reunion again.Egon’s lips crashed onto hers with a hunger that had been rotting in his chest for far too long. It wasn’t a kiss — it was a claim, a scream, a desperate pull of two halves that had been cut apart and finally slammed back together. Emerald clutched his shirt with trembling fingers, dragging him impossibly closer, like she wanted to pull him under her skin.He groaned into her mouth, a raw, broken sound that betrayed every night he spent missing her. His body pressed into hers as the waves curled around them, cool on their skin, nothing compared to the heat rising between them.Her hands cupped his jaw, fingers shaking as they memorised him again — the stubble, the sharp lines, the warmth that had once been her home.“Egon…” she whispered against his lips, breath trembling.He closed his eyes like her voice hurt him. “Say it again,” he murmured, forehead resting on hers. “I’ve forgotten how to breathe without it.”She di
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