Novel & Cerita Lucas Empire Records

Kade better hurry up on his end, or I’m going to burn this place to the ground with all of them inside. “You? You think you’re going to take down the empire I’ve created? That’s rich, really. Even with all your money, there isn’t anything you can do that Scotland Yard and MI-6 haven’t already tried. Even that flash drive you stole from my business is useless, so I would be careful what threats you want to throw out there,” Duncan warns, taking a step closer to me.

“Make the little slut scream around my cock.” He obeyed, hips snapping faster, the confessional creaking under the force. Amelia’s cries grew frantic, her body shaking as another orgasm built. Luca’s own growls turned desperate—“Fuck, she’s milking me… I’m going to fill this holy cunt again!”—his voice rough with raw lust. The scent of fresh arousal sharpened, musky and obscene.

Ruthless and insatiable for power, he thrived on control, growing more ravenous with every conquest. And now, when he was at the peak of his empire, basking in the wealth and influence he had long craved, Lorenzo Kim had returned. The Kim Clan, once the supreme rulers of Korea’s underworld, had been a shadow of its former self for years. But Lorenzo had changed that. One by one, he was tearing Zane’s empire apart—stealing his contracts, luring away his allies, undermining his control. And now, Zane was steadily losing ground. He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “How the fuck do you have no clue about this?” His sharp gaze snapped to Vanessa, his inside woman—the bait he had ski

Partners began asking questions. Associates wanted explanations. Competitors watched carefully. The entire situation had started affecting the empire itself. Exactly as the enemy intended. Roman called another strategy meeting. Smaller this time. Only family. Roman stood near the window. Matteo paced. Marco reviewed reports. Alessio sat silently. Lucia arrived last. The atmosphere immediately told her something had happened. “What now?” Marco looked up. “We found where the records went.” Hope flashed briefly. Ok let’s hear it. Then Marco continued.

“Doctors. Nurses. Lab techs. Patients. Once they realize there’s a place to send ‘this feels wrong’ that isn’t the people signing their paychecks.” “And ‘the people you dragged out of a burning lab once,’” Dante added. “Brand recognition. You’re basically a walking neural recall notice.” My head throbbed. “I don’t want to build a second empire,” I said. “I just want to make sure no one uses my work—or anything like it—without a fight.” “Empires and defenses look very similar on paper,” Lucien said. “The difference is what you do with the power.” He slid a thin folder across the table.

George's hand found mine, gripping tight, and I could feel his pulse as fast as my own through the contact, both of us frozen in the same terrible understanding that whatever this was, it had been sitting quietly beneath everything else this entire time, waiting for the right moment to surface. "Sam," George said, his voice tight with barely controlled urgency, "why would Selena be monitoring Cora? What possible reason could there be for that?" "I don't know," Sam said. "But whatever it is, I don't think this is just about visitation rights anymore. I think there's something much bigger happening here, something none of us have fully seen yet. And Mr. Wilton, Miss Gomez — I think you need to

And she was only beginning to listen. Monday arrived too quickly. Blackwood Holdings buzzed with activity. Employees hurried through hallways carrying tablets and coffee cups. Meetings filled calendars. Phones rang nonstop. Business as usual. Seraphina sat at her desk pretending to review reports. In reality, she was researching Ashford Consortium. Again. And again. And again. Every search ended the same way. Limited access. Restricted records. Missing information. The company felt strangely protected. Hidden. Which only increased her curiosity. A shadow fell across her desk.

“My old pack had a bookshelf in the basement. This looks like the archive of a lost civilization.” “It basically is,” Lucian replies, stopping at the railing of the second tier. He turns back to look at us and I catch the quiet intensity in his hazel eyes as they linger on my face for a beat longer than necessary. “Most of these records were salvaged from the northern packs before the Reapers flattened them,” he continues. “It’s a lot to take in, I know. But you two are handling it better than most rookies actually.” Translation: we haven’t cried, vomited, or accidentally summoned anything demonic yet.

"Why didn't you tell me she called?" Lucas looked at the floor. "You gave strict orders not to be disturbed during your trip with Miss Eliza. I... I assumed it was a routine call." I sank into Flora's chair. It still held her warmth. Her scent. I pictured her sitting here. Waiting for my call. One call. Two calls. Three. Hope turning to disappointment. Disappointment turning to despair. Finally, she gave up. On waiting. On me. On our marriage. "Boss? Are you okay?" Lucas asked, his voice laced with concern.

Lilian stood up angrily. Jayden ignored her and glanced at Rick, who passed another set of documents to Lucas. Lucas signed them swiftly before tossing them back. Lilian was stunned. Before she could react, Lucas had already signed the papers. “Mr. Evans, how could you go back on your word? You promised me!” “Shut up!” Lucas ordered coldly. To be honest, he did not care about the Luxton Corporation or his deal with Lilian. The reason why he bought the shares was not for investment, but rather for his enjoyment.