Novel & Cerita Empire Cookie And Lucious

(Emi’s POV) I’m not comfortable with Lucian spending money on me especially when I see how much he’s spending. For a florentine omelette served a side of fruit and a mimosa, it cost the amount of half the total the shop would make in a full day. How is that even possible? I can’t even tell him not to, because he told me he’d get it for me whether I changed my mind or not. I chew my bottom lip as I stare at the fancy packed meal. I feel Lucian’s eyes on me.

—She asked confused. —I know you want to ask—she was surprised to hear it. -So? — Santiago nodded, without erasing the beautiful smile that he had on his face. "Yes, you would have seen the look on your face, you would have realized it," he said, amused. Then his smile faded and he became very serious. — When I was at university I met Emma, she was very beautiful and sweet — she smiled bitterly — Or so I thought, I fell in love even though when we were dating she started to behave very bossy and controlling, and I, like a fool in love, found her justified, my family didn't want her, so they made me choose, her or my family, I chose her, I proposed marriage and my family stopped talking to me

I looked at him, my vision blurring slightly. He stood and took a velvet box from a servant, opening it. Inside was not a diamond ring, it was a pure gold family ring. "Isabella," he said, his gaze steady and intense. "This ring represents half of the power of the De Luca family. "I place it in your hands." "From today on, you are not only the heir of the Costa family. "You are also the lady of the De Luca family." I looked at him. At the man powerful enough to shake the entire mafia world, then standing before me, offering half his empire without hesitation.

It was probably some grand opening coupon picked up from a random college student on the way to the company. Just as I was looking at it, Sean Kensington entered my office. Seeing the coupon on my desk, he chuckled and said, "Wesley, why haven't you used the coupon? I mean, you probably don't know what a latte is, right? You can search online. It's a pretty great drink." He added, "You just came from the mountains, you should probably catch up on some basic knowledge. Otherwise, you might get lost when chatting with people." My expressions and tone darkened, "I don't eat that sort of junk food. I only eat healthy, natural food."

The agreement closed without incident. Better than expected, actually. Lucas stared at the confirmation email longer than necessary. If they could do this without him, then what, exactly, was he for now. That question lingered into the evening. He met Lillian by chance in a quiet corridor, both of them passing through rather than heading somewhere specific. “You look like someone who just stepped off a moving platform,” she said. “Yes,” Lucas replied. “And I’m still adjusting to solid ground.” They walked together for a moment.

I couldn’t help but ask. One of the guys turn and I’m instantly drawn to his eyes. The same blue eyes I saw three years ago. “We have every right to be here. Who exactly are you?” he asks. This asshole’s entitlement. I watch him take my sour gummies in his massive over grown hands and swallow them. This behemoth just ate my gummies. He just at my sweets. “Hey! Those are mine. Don’t eat those...” I say with a frown. “Oh yeah? What makes you think you’re entitled to anything in my dressing room?” he asks.

“Yes.” The word struck like a gunshot. Faces paled hearing him. “Mr. Blackwell-” He rose from his chair, slow, deliberate, and for the first time in years, there was nothing cold about him. He was fire. Controlled, yes, but a blaze nonetheless. “I have given this company my bones, my blood, my youth,” Lucian said, his tone smooth but merciless. “I built our name beyond Europe, stretched our reach across oceans. I’ve doubled our profits in less than five years. And if I choose to stake it now,.if I choose to gamble my own empire for one woman then you will not question it.”

he cooed mockingly. Moon Goddess, in my next life? I want a different wolf. Not this clown. “I'm the one putting up with your smelly behind!” He didn't just say that. Did he? Without any more words to Lucil, I picked two plates and filled them with cookies. “Why are you grinning from ear to ear? Do I have something on my face?” The instant Sylvia sighted the cookies, she was blushing and I could sense how excited she was to have a taste.

Fey pointed to where they placed the remaining clothing and smiled again. While partially covering his nose, Lucius was compelled to once more scan the space. "What do you want me to serve you, coffee or tea?" She asked. Service who? Did they eat here? He doubted he could survive here for more than an hour, let alone take anything. "Don't worry, I will be fine,” he replied. “Oh, you can’t say that. This is your first time in my empire you can’t afford to say no,” she said. Lucius turned to gaze around once again. He now realized where Layla got her acting techniques from when she called this prison an empire, she was so unbelievable.

Lucia sensed the caution in her posture—the way her shoulders stiffened, the way her fingers still played with the poor stress ball. Lucia tilted her head slightly, her tone light. “You must be Emily. I’m Lucia.” Emily blinked, as if the name confirmed too much. She swallowed, her voice barely above a whisper. “So it’s true, then. You’re… the one living here.” Lucia could hear the weight in those words,the hesitation, the careful choice not to say something harsher. A soft chuckle escaped her lips, gentle but edged with quiet maturity. “I see the rumors travel fast,” she said lightly, moving closer and resting her glass on the counter. “But I promise, I’m not as exciting as people make me ou