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I turned and walked toward the Gulfstream G650 waiting on the tarmac. Just as I reached the stairs of the jet, I heard the frantic roar of an engine. A beat-up car came screeching onto the airfield. Security tried to stop it, but it was too fast. The door flew open and a woman with wild, tangled hair jumped out. It was Eliza. Five years in the slums had shattered her. Her face was a wreck, her eyes burning with a mad, desperate hate. She was holding a gun. "THIS IS YOUR FAULT! ALL OF IT! YOU RUINED ME!" she shrieked.

Sandstorm people, that's was what she called them. They brought chaos with them wherever they went, and sometimes it wasn't even intentional. They never would never stop being a problem until they died. Emily is one of those sandstorm people. I never thought I would met one in my life. I looked at myself in the mirror and then turned on the water faucet. "Put yourself together, Damien, don't get emotional with this. This is your fuck up, and you have to fix it." When I went back out, Emily was done eating as she had already changed into the clothes I got her. In fact, she was impatiently tapping her booted foot against the ground.

E C S T A S Y Joel creaked open Emily's door as silently as he could,thinking she was asleep. He entered the room and closed the door behind him. "Where are you coming from?" Emily who was standing by the light switch asked and immediately switched on the light. For the first time in his life,the CEO of EMPIRE WORLD CORPORATIONS felt chills down his spine as he stopped in his tracks. He had always said it, the woman standing before her was the devil. She-devil.

This is all too crazy for her. “Can someone please explain what is going on here?” the principal stood up from her seat like had been seating on fire for the past couple of minutes “Madam Principal the situation is self explanatory. I am Chloe the founder of Empire. I originally wanted to live a low key life but that can’t happen because my secret is out. Is there any other thing you would like to know?” Chloe stopped her pacing and looked directly at the middle aged woman and asked “No more questions” of course the principal couldn’t push any forward, except she doesn’t want her job anymore. At this point Chloe could literally end a life. She had been through so much in such little time.

Aurora awoke when it was still dark. The songstresses had stopped, and the wind was whipping against her tent with a meaningful force. The moon was gone and the sky through the tent's canvas was dark. A storm was rolling in, just as Phoca had predicted. The Empress wondered how long she had been asleep. Her mind was groggy, so she was not able to think clearly.

The cafe smelled like warm milk and lemon peel. The morning came slow, soft, and steady. Elara moved with hands that knew small rhythms. She tamped espresso, wiped a counter, folded a napkin. The boat bells called from the harbor. Life here had a pace that soothed and scared her at once. A woman with paint-stained fingers sat at the corner table and read a book. An old man argued softly with the radio about weather. They were small things that made the world honest. Elara liked that. It felt like a place where a person could be plain and not be hunted.

I shove his hand away, ready to strike, but his men grab me before I can move. “Let go of me, assholes!” I scream, kicking at them. Useless. “Ease.” His icy voice cuts through the room. His men immediately backed off. I glare at him, pouring every ounce of hatred into it. “You’re a rookie, aren’t you?” he asks. I say nothing. “Figured,” he murmurs, his tone enough to make my skin crawl. I bite down on my lip, forcing myself to stay quiet. The image of my parents’ lifeless eyes fuels the anger burning inside me.

“For the first time in a long time…” She smiled. “…I’m not planning ten steps ahead.” “That’s new.” “Yes.” She took his hand again. “But I do know one thing.” “What’s that?” Adriana looked into his eyes. “I don’t want to face the future without you.” Luca’s smile widened. “Good.” “Why?” “Because I’m not going anywhere.” Outside, the lights of Manhattan shimmered beneath the night sky. The war was over. Victor Hale’s empire had fallen.

A message that will change everything. “Your empire… is mine.”