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I looked down at the parchment still on my desk, the petition, the signatures, the proof of my power. They were all powerful pieces, but why didn't they feel strong enough? Why wasn't I feeling a surge of power just by staring at them? Without thinking, I reached for it, tracing the lines of ink with a thumb, then fed it into the candle flame. The parchment curled and blackened, turning names to ash. “Every empire rots from the inside first,” I murmured. “And I'm going to make sure of that.” For a long moment, I stayed there, the scent of burning parchment mixing with smoke and wax, until I heard the door open again behind me.

He had never handed it over. Because somewhere along the way, Dominic had stopped being a target. And started being... his. But now Leo was in danger. And the flash drive was still here. He plugged it into the laptop. Files opened. Dozens of them. Blueprints. Bribes. Accounts. Private deals. Murders. Photos. Everything. It was a digital warhead. Enough to end Dominic’s empire in a heartbeat. He closed the laptop with shaking fingers. Tomorrow. He would finish this tomorrow. Even if it killed him. ---

Raeleigh Campbell POV Pouring myself a glass of wine, I walk back to the sofa. I thought the worst was over and done with. When I logged back into my I*******m, something I didn’t do often. I hated being online, seeing what everyone’s hot takes are when it came to me. I curl on the sofa pulling the blanket to my chest. Taking a sip of my white wine. my feed is flooded. God this was out of control, I’m surprised I haven’t gotten a call from Whittney yet.

Not with shock. Not with anger. But with something softer. Respect. Outside the building… The sirens were getting closer. Police lights flashed through the windows. Daniel checked the final system message. “It’s done.” Emily looked at the screen one last time. Because the empire that once ruled the world… Had just been reborn. And this time… It belonged to someone who had never wanted power at all.

He just said, “Elara Vale.” The name left her mouth like a sound she had practiced to forget. “Yes,” she said. Her voice was small. “You need to come with me,” he said. He kept his voice plain. It made him more dangerous. “Why?” Sophia asked. Her voice bent the air with a thin edge. “We’re moving. We have papers. We are not—” “We have questions,” the man said. He lifted a folder from inside his coat and tapped it with one finger. The rain made dots on the folder like tiny stomps. “Questions for you.”

Chapter 5 **Leonardo** Peace was never a word my father respected. Rafael Mancini believed in taking until there was nothing left, in breaking things simply because he could, in pushing until the other side begged for mercy. For years, that approach worked. Until it didn’t. Five years of bloodshed blurred into one long, pointless cycle. Territory lost, reclaimed, and lost again. Men dying for reasons that stopped making sense long before the war should have ended. And through all of it, nothing truly changed.

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."

Flipping it over, Clara saw an almost faded illustration of five banners, each representing the five ruling empires of Hiestora—green with a golden brown tree for Terralis, red with a blazing ember for Fiordalt, misty gray with a spinning wind for Eirinia, blue with an ocean’s tear for Nivalon and chilly white with smoking icicles for Frostalia. In her mind, Clara’s curiosity was clawing its way out. It was the first time she saw the other emblem, the odd one out, drawn separately from the others. Surely, there was no existence of another empire, was it? It could not have been possible to be hidden from plain sight. Because, frankly, how could a big empire, assuming that it was, be invisible

Dio said as he put his hands on his pockets. “How dare you question a noble about etiquette?” The man slammed the table but he couldn’t hide how his hands shook. Dio smirked. “The nobles were supposed to be the one to set as an example when it comes to carrying one’s self. I can’t believe that the empire has fallen this low.” “An insult to this empire’s nobles is an insult to the emperor himself!” The man’s face turned red with anger and his voice grew louder which caught the attention of the other customers.

With these reasons, I am led to believe that the town of the Amber Leaves has betrayed our empire and this war if not dealt with swiftly can lead to a war between the two empires…’ The report that was written by one of Ren’s senior generals went on to further describe the implication of this war on the power balance between the two empires. I didn’t fully understand the rest of the report, but I believed that I had read enough to grasp the general situation. My hands trembled and the report that I was holding also shook in my hands. Rebelling against the empire was bad enough but to align with another empire is just…