บททั้งหมดของ The Ruthless Elite : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Power wasn’t in the blood.Not entirely.It was in silence. Precision. The way you entered a room and made it yours without speaking a word.Damien Voss had mastered that long before he was crowned heir.Now, he wore his legacy like armor—and a noose.He leaned against the cold stone of the terrace wall, one hand around a half-finished glass of something expensive and bitter. Below, the sea churned under the cliffs, frothing like a beast chewing at its chains. He preferred the storm to the party. At least the ocean didn’t lie.Not like the guests inside.They whispered and watched. Waited for him to stumble. To bleed. But Damien Voss didn’t bleed in public. He made others do that for him.And yet…His gaze flicked to the terrace doors, where she had disappeared minutes before.The woman in the bone-white mask.Valencia D’Arien.Except… she wasn’t.No one

The marble halls of the Voss Citadel gleamed beneath the morning sun, every inch of the palace screaming control, order, and silent menace. Statues of past rulers lined the corridors, their eyes carved to look down on those who passed—reminders of legacy and power. And at the heart of it all stood Damien Voss, the empire’s rising shadow.He strode through the throne chamber with the weight of a kingdom behind every step. The council had summoned him for the final briefing before the Ascension, but his mind was elsewhere—haunted by a name.Vale.“You’re distracted,” said Kareth, his spymaster, as he appeared beside him like a wraith. “That’s unlike you.”Damien didn’t slow. “You said it yourself—someone resurfaced from the ashes. That deserves my attention.”“The report was unconfirmed.”Damien stopped at the edge of the great hall, turning toward the other man, voice calm but lethal. “I don’t pay you for uncertainty, Kareth. I pay you to know.”Kareth inclined his head. “Then you’ll w

Damien Voss stood at the edge of the royal observatory, wind curling through the High Tower like whispered secrets. Below him, Voss Citadel pulsed with restless life—an empire built on ash and ambition. The throne may have been gilded, but Damien knew better than most: gold rusts just as blood stains. He hadn’t slept in two nights. The storm was coming. “Report,” he said, not bothering to look over his shoulder. Kael Draven stepped from the gloom. The King’s enforcer moved like shadow given form—loyal, merciless, and bound to Damien since the Fall of Thorne Valley. “She burned your note. No hesitation,” Kael said. A flicker of something unreadable passed across Damien’s face. “Good.” Kael waited, but his king said nothing more. “The Council is restless,” Kael added. “Alec suspects you’re grooming her.” “Alec suspects everyone. It’s why he’s survived this long.” “And if Aria

Midnight painted the city of Dravaria in hues of steel and blood.Aria Vale moved like a phantom through the crumbling alleys of Sector 9—once a thriving industrial heart, now a rotting carcass of Syndicate failure. The shadows whispered secrets she didn’t want to hear. Every step echoed the past—of operations gone wrong, of soldiers who disappeared without a trace, of forbidden experiments buried in classified vaults.And now, a message. One line. Come alone. Sector 9. Midnight.Signed with Damien Voss’s encrypted code.She should’ve ignored it.But Aria never ignored ghosts—especially not the ones that wore Damien’s voice.She arrived at the designated coordinates: a derelict biotech facility, half-swallowed by time. Rusted gates stood ajar, and the sign above them flickered dimly: ORACLE INITIATIVE – LIVE HUMAN TESTING PROHIBITED.The name made her blood freeze.Project Oracle.The Syndicate’s biggest secret.And her sister’s last known location.Her hand hovered over her concealed

The cold wind bit through the cracks in the tunnel, and the faint smell of damp earth was all that lingered around them. The vault door had closed behind them with a finality that left no room for retreat. Aria stood at the center of the dimly lit corridor, staring at the faint outline of the frost-covered walls. Her pulse raced in her veins, still quick from the near-death encounter with the Shade.She clenched the flash drive tighter in her hand, the weight of the moment pressing down on her. Every part of her screamed to leave—to run, to vanish and never look back. But there was no time for fear, no time for hesitation. They had crossed the point of no return.Damien Voss, the only person who had once managed to make her heart flutter, now stood across from her, his gaze piercing. His mask was cracked—a symbol of the chaos that had erupted since their entry into Ashridge. His jaw was set in stone, but the intensity in his eyes spoke volumes. No words were necessary. They both knew