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Those fragments that so much resembled gold. "If you hate the idea of taking over, don’t take over. If you don’t want to come back, don’t come back. If you hate your father, send him to shit" he said naturally, so naturally that I wondered if it was not Beelzebub who wanted to send the current king of hell - shit. " We are demons, they expect nothing from us and honestly... who cares?" My mouth opened and for a moment I felt something was missing, but did not know what to answer.

My chair scraped lightly against the stone floor as I sat, every movement watched, measured. Lord Adrien turned toward me, his grin sly, his eyes dragging far too slowly over my figure. “My lady,” he drawled, his voice thick with amusement. “The King does not usually share his treasures at this table.” My throat tightened. Heat crawled up my neck. I felt Kael’s gaze on me, heavy, waiting. I forced a small smile. “Perhaps he does not see me as a treasure,” I whispered, letting my voice tremble just enough. Adrien’s grin widened. He leaned closer, his words brushing against me like a caress. “Then he is a fool.”

He asked, looking into the young man’s eyes. Hayward was silent for several seconds. This was the tough part. “Yes. I cannot promise that this will work. There is a chance that the king, or his generals, whoever is deciding, will simply take it as a challenge. But there’s one thing that’ll almost always work on them: greed.” Hayward’s green eyes sparkled.

I turned back to the dark harbor and reached into my pocket, my fingers brushing the obsidian drive. I wasn't just the King of this empire. I was its janitor. I was the silence that allowed my parents to sing. I was the audit that never ended so they could believe their debt was paid in full. The saga of the Moretti-Vane family had reached its ultimate peak. The Butcher and the Prince were at peace, dancing in a ballroom of gold and light. And on the balcony, the King stood watch over the dark, his hand steady on the ledger of a world that would never truly be finished.

“What… what is this? What am I seeing?” I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. My tongue felt heavy, my words stuck in my throat. Heat flared in my cheeks as i tried to speak, i wanted to explain, but it sounded ridiculous even in my head. “I… I can’t… it’s not…it’s not what it looks like.. i promise.. Seb—“ Sebastian took a step forward, eyes blazing. “Did you sleep with someone? On the day of our wedding? Isabella, is this how you’re going to humiliate me?”

Aunt Tabitha gave Greta a terrible stare, and Greta tried to scurry away in fear. "One moment please," I said to her, and Aunt Tabitha grabbed my hand. "Please pardon her, she will never delay your meal," she said, and then I laughed. That was very much ridiculous. I didn't care about my meal. "You have nothing to worry about," I said to her, then I took Greta's hand. "Can I speak to you in private please?"I asked, and she stared into my eyes. *Flash back* "I barely have books for myself. My parents couldn't afford tuition fees for a good school, and now I read whatever I can find," Greta said to me.

Clio said and Erica nodded with an impressed look on her face. “That sounds so magical, So, Dominic is the king of Heaven?” she asked and Jenny nodded, “Yes, we learned about all of this in last ten years since we are here. The ‘Book of Kingdoms’ contain it all,” she said and raised two fingers at the shelf, “Give me the ‘Book of Kingdoms’” she said in commanding manner, the books moved and a book in black color moved out of a shelf and floated in front of them, the book floated to the table and was placed on it elegantly. Erica whistled lowly, “Will I be able to do that?” she asked as she touched the book, the velvet covering it was so soft and silky. She had never touched a more expensive

The jaw of the King fell open in astonishment. Despite their supposed conquest of humanity, Alaric worked tirelessly to foster the growth and development of their lands, striving to alleviate the scourge of poverty wherever it reared its ugly head. Because of their own perceptions, they are unable to see the truth. Perhaps the leaders of the rebels have veiled their veracity, seeking to amass power for themselves.

“I understand you’re hurt. You want her to pay for the shit she did. But that can only happen after I’ve gotten the vital information I need from her. Information that concerns our safety—the Dunes. After that, we’re good. Alright?” He lets out a bitter laugh. “Vital information? From her?” He shakes his head. “Come on, Boss. The great Luca. Most feared man in the city. A king. A magnate, keeping a bag of trash in his possession like some prized pet is bullshit.” I gulp. “Get out, Tino.” My voice comes out low and lethal. A slow smirk spreads across his face as he lazily swirls the wine in his glass. “Asking me to leave your house now?”

One of the men in the tavern said. "He means King's Gold!" Said another. "Kings Gold?!" Another clamored. "Isn't one king's gold worth the thousand perus?" "So one hundred would be one hundred thousand perus?" "That's right." "As expected of elites worth one million perus." "Such amount of money is like dogshit to them." "I really envy them." "You think they'll let me join in?" Rev felt her head boil with rage and she snapped, "CAN YOU ODDBONKS ALL SHUT THE HELL UP?!"