Emperor Of Steel Chapter 1 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Even here, in silk and lace, I am not entirely tamed. And just like that, I know there’s no turning back. I swallow hard. My chest stiffens, but not with fear this time. Something else flickers...Something sharp. My body reacts before my mind does. “Keep it together,” I murmur under my breath. “He doesn’t know you. He doesn’t own you.” And yet… he has already claimed pieces of me. Not with words, not with love, but with the weight of his attention. With the gaze that sees everything and concedes nothing.

A/n: There's a reason why this book will have the first THIRTY chapters free to read for awhile. I want the readers to familiarize with the characters and their personality before we jump into the real story after the [Accident]. Please do keep in mind that chapters after [The Accident] title will be a huge twist. Thank you for reading! "Slaughter the stocks. That's the order." Angrily he says into the phone. Biting down on my lip, I decided first to myself if it is alright to approach Louis and hold his hand or not.

"He trained you to be a warrior, didn't he?" With tears in her eyes, she nods. "But I'm not half of what he wanted me to be." The two plunge into an uncomfortable silence once again, both lost in their own thoughts... And losses. "Well..." He speaks again. "Ynora Deanna was a High Empress who dominated almost every kingdom in the world. She created demon colonies and also territories in several countries, establishing her dominance once and for all and ruling all her subjects with an iron fist." "Demonic colonies?"

"Mother... he didn't marry her." Her mother looked at the screen and then back at Zara. "Then the battle for the empire has truly begun, my daughter. If he is free, then Falcon Enterprises is the next move." Zara stood up, the tears from the roadside bench completely dry. She wasn't just a girl in a flat anymore. She was the Queen, and her King had just burned his world down to find his way back to hers.

I pick a random number on the page and check the corresponding side document. 1. $1,000,000 sent to Crane Olympus... Business. 1. $1,000,000 to Crane Olympus... Heart collected. Then I check another. 15. $500,000 received from Emperor T... Payment for work. 15. $500,000 received from Emperor T... Payment for assassination of political opponent. A gasp tears out of me. The phone slips from my hand as though it's poison. As though it's blood. My hands tremble. Rage. Shock. Despair. Fear. Disbelief. Shame. Guilt. Everything crashes into me all at once.

I started walking. And somewhere in the northern capital, in a palace that had never once held anything as inconsequential as a servant girl from Ruen, the new Emperor sat alone in his war room at dawn with maps of a continent that was already entirely his — and felt, without explanation, without precedent, without any framework in which to place the sensation: Restless. As though something that had been very far away was, slowly, getting closer. ~~~

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.

Chapter 1: The Phoenix Rises Emilia's eyes snapped open, her gaze piercing through the darkness. The memories came flooding back, like a tidal wave crashing against the shores of her mind. The fire, the screams, the feeling of helplessness as her world burned to ashes. She rose from the bed, her movements fluid and calculated. The past was etched on her face, a map of scars and determination. Emilia's gaze fell upon the mirror, and for a moment, she saw the girl she once was – innocent, naive, and full of hope.

The words rang sharp, merciless, echoing off glass and steel. Axel looked up slowly. Surprise flickered first — then hurt. Not the look of a man caught in guilt, but of one wounded by doubt. Around them, the board waited. Hungry. Expectant. Say it, she thought fiercely. Say no. Her fingers curled, nails biting into her palm as the red in her vision deepened— “Elara.” The voice wasn’t real. She blinked. The vision shattered. The real meeting hall came back into focus — bright lights, polished wood, restrained tension humming beneath forced civility. Executives sat rigid in their seats, files spread open like weapons laid out for war.