Atlantis: The Lost Empire Milo And Kida Novels & Stories

Camilla Gomez sacrificed everything for Darian Baldore. When he was accused of murder—a crime that could have shattered his billion-dollar empire—she took the blame, trusting his promises that he would clear her name and bring her back to him once it was safe. Instead, she was abandoned. Branded a killer. Sent to prison to rot while the man she loved moved on as if she had never existed. Worse, she was carrying his child, forced to bring new life into the world while trapped in a nightmare. Seven years later, she returns—not as a broken woman, but as a force to be reckoned with. She’s rebuilt herself and forged her own empire, and she has only one goal: to make them pay for their betrayal.

The city lights blurred. Elara pressed her palm to her belly. The life inside moved again, a tiny stubborn beat. She whispered, “I will keep you safe,” and did not know if promise was brave or foolish. A message flashed on her phone: CONFIRMATION: TRANSACTION COMPLETE—from Adrian’s office. She swallowed hard. The words felt like a lock. They drove through streets bright with other people’s lives. The car turned into a quieter road. Elara watched the city recede and thought of names—Victor Hale, board members with polite faces. She thought of how easy it was for men to turn rumor into law.

Every chapter had mattered. But none of them had defined me alone. Pierce found me there as the sun began to set. “You came here for the ending,” he said. “No,” I replied. “For the truth.” “And what is it?” I looked out across the water. “That the empire was never the company.” He nodded slowly. “What was it then?” I turned toward him, smiling gently. “The empire was the woman who refused to disappear.” We walked back home under a sky painted with the last colors of sunset.

"Elijah, this is bad! Kyrie is missing! I just went to the kitchen to grab the milk, and when I came back, the nanny was knocked out, and Kyrie was nowhere to be found. The security footage shows… It is that crazy woman, Nadine!" My head buzzed, and I nearly dropped my phone. Before I could recover, Nadine's call came through. Her sinister laughter echoed from the other end. "Good morning, Mr. Stone." "Nadine! Where is Kyrie? He is your own son. Even animals do not harm their young. What are you trying to do?" I roared into the phone, my grip tightening as veins bulged from my hand.

Raeleigh Campbell POV The stadium lights were blinding. Even more blinding than the stage was... The countdown to my entrance echoed in my ear, but I wasn’t paying attention to it. It was half time and all I could see and think about was the look in his eyes. There was cameras all around me. And I didn’t care, all I wanted was to see and speak to Craig. No Aiden Wilder. Craig was Aiden Wilder. His family owned almost all of America and I was worried the lights would be too bright for him, he’s had the lights on him all of his childhood.

He sighed heavily and then he stood up and left. There hasn’t been that much Drama in the Queen Empire for months, now everything was about to fall apart and only Jimmy one’s memory could save them all. To be continued!!

“I do hope the drinks aren’t poisoned.” *** Kade had her disguise ready at the penthouse. He was very quiet as he sat on the edge of the absurd bathtub, watching her assemble her camouflage. “I called a friend at the CIA to help develop it,” he said, as if out of a fear of silence. “It had better be good.” “It looks… effective.” She stared at herself in the mirror. She was utterly unremarkable: suddenly a sandy blond nobody in a department store dress and big round glasses. Not too covered, not too special. Just ordinary.

“Which one?” Fiona’s voice was firm. “He let us live.” --- The War Begins As the city skyline glittered outside the Atlas Group tower, Darwin, Fiona, and their team prepared for the biggest battle yet. Sinclair had been the first domino to fall. Now, they were going after the man who had built the whole empire. Elias Blackwell wouldn’t see them coming.

His smile only graced me as he stared. “We have to go back now,” Thalamere pointed back to the row with his parents, the King and Queen of Atlantis. “Kiss him good.” Alyssa kissed my cheek while I giggled watching them meet their friends Manta and Scurry on the seats that were far too large for them.

"YES" Maxi didn't keep Anthea. Although he still had a lot of questions to probe, stories to ask this strange foreign girl. But let's leave it for another time. Maxi is not one to waste his time, nor is he one to show any interest in anything. But Anthea was different. She was the exception. All information about Anthea's origin and identity is unclear. Even if Maxi investigated it, there was no satisfactory result. Anthea hid herself too well, or someone behind the scenes had a hand in this.