Daughter Of The Drowned Empire นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

"It was always Emily. It had been her." "What do you mean?" "Emily cheated on me. Not Morgan. All this while, Morgan has been..." He exhaled staying at nothing in particular. "She brought Rosewood Enterprise to what it is today. If not for her, we would have been destroyed this year, turned to something only a little bit above dust. She's Rosewood's saviour and..." He paused meeting Cammy's eyes that spat dragons. "Even if she isn't my biological daughter, even if I haven't forgiven Emily, Morgan's still my daughter." She scoffed folding her hands, looking at Morgan's dad as of he had ran mad.

Emaline began her story, “I saw him and his dad on the night my parent died. He was there. They attacked us and even when the rain began, they still went ahead to kill our people brutally, and even after my sister and I were sent to the orphanage, you still came for us and the spell… the s-spell–” Emaline cried. She fell, sitting on the ground as she wept. My Dad muttered, “Your aura is oddly familiar but subtle. Whose daughter are you?” It took more than three minutes for Emaline to respond. She wiped her face as she rose to her feet, announcing, “I am the first daughter of Alpha Queen Isabella of the…” No one allowed Emaline to complete her statements. The gasps that came after her announc

The city didn’t sleep. Not anymore. Neon lights pulsed against rain-slicked streets, reflecting on the glass towers that reached into the sky like sharpened blades. At the heart of the chaos, whispers spread through alleyways, poker dens, and smoke-choked bars whispers of her. The Black Widow of the Delwuncos. The woman who wore her son’s ghost like armor. The woman who had turned a wedding into a funeral, and a family into an empire.

The resistance boats, led by Marcus Kane, reached the shore, their guns blazing, but a new sound cut through—a low hum from the lake. A Syndicate submarine surfaced, its hatch opening, revealing a figure whose face stopped my heart—Dr. Voss’s daughter, thought dead, her eyes gleaming with vengeance, a missile launcher in her hands. “The cipher’s mine,” she sneered, the launcher’s aim locked on us as the EMP’s power faded, the child’s cry echoing, and the clearing trembled, threatening to bury us all.

When I surface, gasping, she's kneeling on the sand, grinning with needle teeth. "Soren," she says. "Tidecaller of the Drowned Choir. And you're shorter than the songs claim." Eden lands beside me, void-brambles pinning a Daughter to the cliffs. "We don't need another prophet." Soren wrings saltwater from her hair. "No. You need a thief." She nods to the horizon, where the Veil pulses like a bruise. "The Daughters' power isn't infinite. They're siphoning it from the Starwell-a pit where the First Wolves tossed dying gods. Break their tether, and they'll fade."

Lily lay so still against the crisp white sheets, her small chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. I moved to her bedside on silent feet, not wanting to disturb the precious rest she so desperately needed. My fingers trembled as I reached out to brush a stray curl from her forehead, her skin was so cool beneath my touch. *What a pity soul,* I thought, the words catching in my throat like a sob. I don't want to lose my daughter. I don't want her to suffer. I don't want her to die. And Marcus, where was Marcus when our daughter needed him most? The thought brought a fresh wave of anger, hot and sharp. While I sat vigil beside our dying child, he was probably somewhere else which I

“Your mother—Valeria Moreno—didn’t use ordinary illusion. She awakened the pride of the ‘Prime Moreno’ within him. He now believes he is the ruler of the universe. And we? To him, we are nothing but weak, insignificant humans.” We descended the mountain as dawn broke—but for us, it was endless darkness. In the forest, we found Rahing Singh’s old camp. It was destroyed, but a signal was still blinking. Lucas quickly sat at an old computer and decoded it. “It’s coming from deep within Atlantis. Sophia, your mother has taken him there. That’s the original underwater empire of the Moreno bloodline.” I sharpened my silver sword. “Then that’s where we go. I won’t leave my son in the hands of a mon