LOGINAuthor's POV
His eyes travelled on her as she hid her face in her knees, and silent sobs shook her body. Someone else would have felt guilty, but not Egon. Not him!
Because he has seen to what extent this woman can go. She is not an innocent to have pity on.
He sat near her feet and wrapped his hand around her ankle, making her look up in defeat. She didn't protest because it wasn't going to stop him; in fact, it was going to make it difficult for her.
Egon saw how she was looking at him with a blank face while he tied heavy metal rings around her ankles to stop her from running, he smirked, knowing that she must be thinking about how to kill him after this humiliation. Her ego would never accept what he is doing to her or whatever he was going to do in future. It's so satisfying to scratch her ego again and again.
He looked up at her through his eyelashes. She was looking so innocent while getting bound. Her deep emerald eyes stared curiously at the metal around her feet, probably thinking about how she would walk in those. He looked at her soft, red face after crying, and he always admired the sight. The reddish colour on her face fuels something inside him.
He shook his thoughts aside and got up. Emerald is the most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes on, but the biggest favour he can do to himself is to stay away from her.
"Get up !"
He ordered while looking around, and the bodies were still there. He texted his men to clean the mess.
He thought she would be traumatised after watching her dead loyalists, but she is still in stable condition; he wasn't expecting that. Her mind is stronger than he knows.
Well, he should have known this. The woman who is still intact after watching her family members die in front of her one by one, why would she lose it after the death of her guards?
But this will be a realisation for her that no one can save her.
She got up and stumbled when heavy feet felt new; she stabilised herself and tried to fix her dress, which was all over the place. The zip was half open, and she tried to zip it up, but it was stuck. She gave up, thinking he would yell at her again for taking too much time.
Egon frowned when she got ready to leave with half zip open.
He has put her through all kinds of torture, but never let any man touch her or see her in a condition in which they shouldn't. He doesn't like the thought of any man touching her except him. Her going out like this would catch many eyes and he would pluck all of them out.
He stepped towards her and she quickly stepped back in fear, her hands clutched her dress tightly. His eyes softened a bit when her silky hair brushed against her face. She was looking breathtaking, even though she had just woken up with lots of crying.
He heard her small whimper when he closed the distance between them, her ragged breathing fanned his face. Those dove emerald eyes stared at him confused and scared, making him smirk.
His hands wrapped around her, and she released a shaky breath when his lips buried in her hair as he pulled her zip up. This scent always makes him feel something which he is not aware of.
She touched her zipped-up back and then looked at him, still confused and shocked that he would do it.
"You are everything but a slut, Emerald... I hope you are planning to stay strong on that thought."
He stepped back from her with mocking words.
She looked down and nodded with a deep breath. He went to the door and turned around to watch her as she walked on the blood of her own men.
Her feet didn't even shake as she crossed the room, and there was no regret on her face, showing him how much she cared about her men.
Her heavy feet walked on their blood like it's water for her. He scoffed at himself. This woman has no heart!
He went downstairs, and the hotel was empty, unlike yesterday. He doesn't like witnesses when he does something and whispers when he is done with it.
He halted in his place and turned around when he didn't feel her behind him. She was slowly coming down the stairs, holding on to the railing tightly as she descended.
She was looking exhausted after crying so hard, it was visible on her face.
He waited for her to come down at her own pace. He could have easily thrown her on his shoulder to get out quickly, but he is not going to make things easy for her. She needs to realise what punishment feels like.
Emerald hissed when metal scratched her skin while walking, he looked away from her before he could feel anything other than hate. She followed him out, her heart stammered with each step, she escaped with so many hopes and he scattered them all while making fun of it. Everything went in vain.
Egon gestured to his bodyguard to open the door for her, and his bodyguard helped Emerald into the car and closed the door.
"Master?"
He opened the door for him, too, but Egon gestured for him to stop.
Egon sat inside another car as he had other plans, he instructed his bodyguard to take her back to the castle. Maybe meeting was just a reason to stay away from her, the woman has fucked his mind for good.
Spider crossed the road and sat inside the car, beside Egon.
"Celsius escaped last night... Our men are in the field to hunt him down."
Egon was looking out of the window, forehead set in a deep frown.
"You don't need to find him, he will come to take her as she is out now..."
Spider nodded with an ugly smile.
"Why this fool is dying for her, a smart person would have saved his life first... Looks like the queen was giving him the best in the bedroom... Young, good-looking man and a woman can't stay professional for long..."
Egon gritted his jaw when Spider spat his ugly thoughts but thought of Celsius having something for Emerald set his chest on fire.
"Find him!"
He ordered, willing to kill him without any delay.
"Master, board wants to meet you..."
Spider informed hesitantly.
"They want to know your plans with her..."
Egon glared at him.
"What I am doing with her is my business. My personal business! Tell board to keep its nose out of this if they want to survive..."
Spider gulped nervously.
"I have already conveyed it, but the thing is, you have her and she is a public figure who can destroy everything if she goes out again. They just want a sense of security."
"She is my problem."
Egon gestured for him to get out of the car.
"If they are feeling insecure with the thought of her freedom, then it's not my problem..."
"But you are the King, they will ask for safety from you."
Spider opened the door to get out.
"I have caged her as Egon, just Egon and not the King. This is my personal matter, she is my captive."
He was right, he had caged her all alone without the help of any army or board members. He was all alone when he dragged her out of her castle and threw her in his basement.
"And she will stay with me till I want her."
Spider walked away because he was not capable of changing his master's mind. Egon was still pissed with the thought of Emerald having something for Celsius, he knows that she didn't kill him for failing in his duties. The fire in his chest was fuelled, and his phone rang when he was trying to control it.
It was his bodyguard.
"Master, she got away with my car. I can't follow her, I am stabbed in the spine..."
Egon closed his eyes and took a deep breath to control his rage.
"Emerald!"
He growled as his car roared back to life.
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
Author's POV No one in the criminal underworld, not a even single soul would have ever imagined this day would arrive.Not in this lifetime at least.If someone had dared to suggest that Egon Bismarck, the infamous Mafia King, the man whose silence was deadlier than gunfire would one day stand at an altar… waiting for his bride?They would’ve been mocked.Ridiculed.Shot for their stupidity.And if anyone had claimed that the Queen, the woman forged from violence, vengeance, and unbreakable will walk down an aisle in a breathtaking gown, ready to offer her heart to the man she once swore to ruin?People would’ve placed bets on her blood before her vows.Yet here they were! Not enemies. Not rivals. Not predators circling each other anymore.Just two villains in love, a love that should’ve destroyed them long before it saved them.And the world had absolutely no idea what to do with that.Every major crime lord, assassin syndicate, cartel head, and underground monarch filled the cathed
Author's POV Egon held her like a man who had been starving for years and finally had something warm in his arms again. His arms tightened around her lazy morning frame, almost too tightly, as if she might dissolve into thin air the second he loosened his grip.“To be honest,” his voice came out low, a confession dragged straight from the center of his chest, “I thought you would never accept me again.”His thumb brushed her waist in slow circles — a habit he developed long before, one that never truly died.“I still don’t feel deserving of you,” he admitted, the words cracking slightly, “even though I’m selfish enough to not let you go.”Emerald’s answer came not through words at first, but through the way she burrowed even closer, nuzzling into the warmth of him like she was trying to sink into his bones. There was no fear, no hesitation — just a quiet, hungry comfort she had missed far more than she had expected.“I was in the same dilemma,” she murmured.She tilted her head to me
Author's POV Rafael had been too calm-too smug-when he asked her, "Are you ready to meet the real you?"There was something hidden behind that tone... something sharp, something calculated. Emerald should have protested. She should have pushed back. But at that moment, she was willing to walk into fire if it meant finding out who she really was.Rafael placed a naked sword on the table.A heavy, gleaming blade with a history soaked into its metal."Seen one of these before?" he asked, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Wanna touch?"Emerald's brows pulled together. She knew that question wasn't innocent. Nothing Rafael did was ever innocent. But the curiosity inside her was louder than the warning bells. She stepped forward and traced a finger along the blade-slowly, thoughtfully.She couldn't imagine the things Rafael had used this sword for.She wasn't sure she wanted to imagine."Ohh... who do we have here?"The voice behind her made her turn sharply.Another man stood there. Strikingl
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
Author's POV Egon had abandoned the island castle long ago. Every stone, every hallway, every echo of that place carried the weight of what had been done to them—every wound they endured, every injustice that had carved itself into their story. Without Emerald beside him, the castle had become a living ghost, suffocating him with memories he wasn’t strong enough to face.So he had walked away.Yet today, he stood in front of it again.The familiar walls stared back at him like they recognised him—like they remembered the man who once ruled them. And standing there now, the past scraped against his heart like broken glass, burning through the thin layer of hope he was clinging to.Emerald wanted to talk.But she wanted to talk here.In front of the castle that had shaped everything between them.He didn’t understand what she had in mind, and that uncertainty was eating him alive.His hope had been dying since last night. She had avoided his touch entirely, like even his closeness felt







