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Emperor Aster told me the lesson shouldn’t have to start this and when I asked him if I can just go and enjoy my afternoon tea alone, he refused with a deep frown on his face, his gray eyes looking a little disappointed that it is too obvious I am avoiding him as much as I can. He is sitting on one of the long tables in the huge library of the palace, the oldest one on this continent. There are hundreds of thousands of books here and records of history that the meisters are taking so carefully because they always believed that it is proof that this civilization existed as times pass and the generations of werekind get more modernized and technology is becoming more popular in most of the con

And after seven years, Seraphina still had no proof. Only suspicion. Only anger. Only a promise she refused to break. Outside, lightning flashed across the sky. For a moment the city turned white. Then darkness returned. And somewhere beyond the storm, Damian Blackwood was completely unaware that his worst nightmare had just been hired. Monday arrived too quickly. Blackwood Tower was even more intimidating in person. The skyscraper pierced the clouds like a blade. Employees flooded through the revolving doors. Expensive suits. Luxury watches. Perfect smiles. Power.

Empire was a legend. For more than five years, there had been no confirmed appearance. Governments had searched for them. Corporations had offered astronomical sums. Powerful families had attempted to recruit them. Every attempt had failed. Some claimed Empire had retired. Others believed Empire had died. A few insisted that Empire had never existed in the first place. But Zeke knew better. Empire was real. And if Daniel Han wanted to start a war... Zeke would make sure he had the strongest weapon available.

Learned that empires mean nothing if you lose the person who makes you want to build them in the first place. And he's never making that mistake again.

Hello, my beautiful readers! Wow. Just… wow. When I started writing His Sinful Empire, I had a vision for Nina and Enzo’s story, something dark, passionate, complicated, and utterly consuming. But I had no idea how deeply you all would connect with these characters, how invested you’d become in their journey, or how much your feedback and enthusiasm would fuel my creativity. First, let me say THANK YOU.

The room felt untouched by the chaos happening elsewhere in the house. For a moment, I simply stood there. The silence was settling. Exactly what I wanted. I moved deeper into the room. My fingers brushed lightly across the spines of several books as I passed. My mama always loved reading books. A trait I took from her. That’s why she made sure we always had a library in our house. That familiar ache that always appeared whenever my thoughts drifted toward Mama came again. The war. The Mancinis. The questions nobody ever answered. I stopped beside one of the shelves.

By the fourth day of Draevor Kaine’s continued residence, Halrem had come to one deeply unpleasant conclusion. Avoiding him was impossible. This realization offended her on multiple levels. Silverhall contained more than three hundred rooms, seven courtyards, four formal gardens, two libraries, one observatory, three state halls, and an entire western wing reserved for her private scholarly work. It was an architectural monument built specifically to allow an empress space from humanity. Yet somehow the northern emperor had developed an uncanny instinct for appearing in whichever location she occupied, often with the timing of an omen and the persistence of an unpaid debt.

I turned on my heels, striding to where I had left my assistant waiting for me. "Boss! The guys called, they said they want to meet you." He informed, while I settled inside the car. "Take me there." I responded, proceeding to grab the seatbelt. Is this arrogance? Empire Company is renowned as the largest because they operate across multiple industries—ranging from real estate and gold mining to airlines and a furniture company. All of these operate under one umbrella, which is why they’re known as Empire Company. "Boss! Are you okay?" His voice brought me back to the present.

"A book." The prince gave me a slow smile. "I want to know which book it is." "It's a book…" I wrecked my brain. What kind of book? I couldn't say that I read the entire story on a laptop screen. I was dying from the poison. "Book of… book of…" "Book of prediction?" He suggested. "Yes!" I clapped my hand. "That's exactly it." I had no idea about a book of prediction. Since this evil emperor said it, it must be a book for sure.

The sharp sound made my heart jump. I picked it up. “Hello?” “Maya… Maya!” It was one of the security men at Denim Company. His voice was rushed. Scared. “Something terrible has happened!” My heart dropped. “What happened?” I asked, already standing up. “There’s fire, ma’am. A big one. The company… it’s burning!” My mouth opened, but no sound came out. I froze. No. No, it can’t be. “What… what do you mean?” I asked again, my voice shaking.