Emperors Domination Novels & Stories

“Ah. But they’ve seen many dons rise and fall. Don’t forget that.” I stepped closer, voice low and hard. “The Table of Dons is only called when a leader betrays the old ways. When he weakens the empire. You think me marrying the woman I love weakened me or the empire?” Bianca chimed in again. “She doesn’t have mafia blood. She doesn’t understand our code.” I sent her a deadly glare. “She understands loyalty better than you ever did,” I said. Dominic chuckled. “This empire was at its greatest when my brother ruled. But since you took over, there’s been no battle… nothing impressive.”

Rome had bowed beneath our rule, Milan had been reforged in blood, and our enemies had learned the price of testing the DeMarcus family. But dominance didn’t end with territory. It needed permanence. A legacy that could not be erased. And now? Leonardo and I weren’t just ruling—we were creating something eternal. The walls of our estate had been built for empire—for deals struck in the dead of night, for war planned between the turning pages of history, for control that never wavered.

"Yet, you haven't done anything about these rumors and I know that you don't plan on doing anything about it either." "What do you want Alexander?" Dominic groaned, tired of listening to his ongoing ranting. "Can you for once stop complaining?" "Complaining?" Alexander was livid. "You termed everything I just said as a complaint? You think I'm just ranting?" "The Empire is at stake here!" "Is there anything you ever care about aside from the Empire? The Empire is this, the Empire is that. Do this for the Empire, do that for the Empire. Any saying that comes out from your lips without you mentioning the Empire is incomplete. Don't you get tired of it?"

Cold water ran over her fingers as soap foam clung to her skin. She could hardly believe how her life had turned out. A woman who once stood at the top had become a live-in wife, all to repay a debt of kindness. Now, her hands were soaked in grease and detergent, the sharp scent refusing to fade; the contrast was almost cruel, from power and influence to silence and servitude. Yet her expression remained calm, as if she had long accepted this fate, burying every trace of pride deep within her heart, because today was special. Today marked the third anniversary of her relationship with Alexander, and in five days, their agreement would end.

But the deep peace that comes from living in alignment with yourself. The snow continued to fall. The world continued to move. And the legacy she built didn’t need monuments. It walked forward in the lives of those who followed. That was the final truth of the empire. It was never meant to stay in one pair of hands. It was meant to keep growing.

Lorenzo’s hand instantly flew to the holster beneath his jacket but I raised a hand stopping him. I looked at Luke, completely unbothered. I had been hearing his pathetic insults since I was a child. He was a weak spoiled child. He had the legacy, but I had the brains and the brutality. That’s why our father had passed him over to let me run the empire until I completely took over kicking my own father out of the board seat. "Keep drinking, Luke," I said smoothly, not even slowing my pace as I walked past the staircase. "Maybe one day you'll finally drink enough to forget that I own the roof over your head."

Evelyn said quietly. "They never were." The sentence echoed through the room. Seraphina turned toward her. "What do you mean?" Evelyn never looked away from the monitor. "Victor joined the Circle years ago." A pause. "But he never belonged to it." That made surprisingly little sense. Charles, however, seemed to understand. "He wanted power." Evelyn nodded. "The Founder wanted obedience." The difference was subtle. Yet apparently enormous. The tactical commander holstered his pistol. He barked several orders.