Lucious Empire Real Name Novels & Stories

His striking crimson eyes remained fixed on the altar before him, revealing nothing of the thoughts hidden behind them. The nobles watched him with a mixture of admiration and unease. Although he appeared no older than thirty-one, Lucien had ruled the Night Empire for over a thousand years. He had inherited the throne after avenging the murder of his father, defeating the ruthless warlord who had nearly plunged the empire into ruin. Since then, no enemy had dared invade vampire territory, and no rebellion had survived long enough to threaten his reign. His name alone inspired loyalty among his soldiers and terror among his enemies. Yet despite all his victories, there was one duty he had pos

he said quietly. I watched him for a moment. Stefan was just as sharp and capable as Luca—but he was so much more controlled. If Luca hadn’t had my family’s money and support…It might have been Stefan sitting on that throne all along. He was the youngest son of the old Mr. Ricci. Even Luca’s father had spoken highly of him. Men like Stefan didn’t come often. And it would be a waste to let someone like him lose everything to a man like Luca.

—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

Thank you" I muttered collecting the food from him "What's your name?" He asks "Ashley Brooklyn" I answered mentally reminding myself, I was just a Baldwin for a moment "What of you sir" "I'm Lucus Bonifacio, the owner of the largest Jewelry company both in Paris, and England" "Ouhhhhhhh…" I choke on my drink, "Are you okay dear?" He ask in panic as he rushed forward to me "I'm…I'm….fine" I stuttered looking at the man again, damn! No wonder he looks filthy rich, and handsome even in old age

“Do you see the place? Do you like it?” Before she could respond, the other one, Lucius…stepped closer, his eyes glittering with mischief. “Oh, you must really love this one, brother. Look at what you’re doing. Handing her an empire. A whole cosmetics line, her name etched on glass and paper.” He tilted his head at Chloe, smirking. “Quite the gift. Quite the… declaration.” Chloe’s pulse stumbled. “Love this one? What are you saying?”

People say he’s a myth. “You look scared, princess.” His voice snaps me out of it. I glance around. The speakeasy is thinning out. Only a few attendants remain, too attentive, too still. Watching. “The Godfather, Dominic Ventura?” I ask. “You thought he was a myth?” Zavier’s smirk turns colder. “He’s not.” I follow his line of sight.

“The Rothschilds are at war, Eleanor. And I have chosen my side.” A cold dread washed over Eleanor. “I am your side, Lucian. We are together.” “No. We were never together. I was using you, Eleanor.” Lucian looked her up and down. His gaze was dismissive. “You needed to get away from something. I needed the Valemont name and resources to get close enough to Simone to find leverage against him.” “What are you saying?” “It was a mutually beneficial arrangement,” Lucian continued. “And it was successful. Today, I claimed my identity. I am Augustus Rothschild’s son. I am the rightful heir to the entire Rothschild empire.”

It was an old newspaper, and his finger was pointing at a name in a headline: Lucius Knight. Isabella stuck out her tongue and asked in surprise, “You want to use that name?” Lucius calmly nodded. Isabella was taken aback, “Are you crazy? That’s a huge name to take on. Do you know who Lucius Knight is? He’s the boss of the Knights business empire, an emperor-like figure. Aren’t you afraid of offending the Knights by using his name?” Lucius smiled subtly, “You think I have good taste too. It’s a great name. So that’s settled.”

I close my eyes and sigh. I wake up to Ava yelling at Marcus to unmute the television. I must have dozed off without realizing it. My eyes pop open as breaking news flashes over the screen. “Business tycoon Duncan Ambrose has been taken into custody after MI-6 was tipped off to illegal business activities. It has been speculated over the years that the Ambrose family has ties with the well-known A-Team, but no proven connection has been found until now,” a reporter reads from a teleprompter while a clip starts playing.

She patted her hands dry and Vera hurried out of the room. Then Lucius walked up to Emelda, “I told you not to call me that,” he reprimanded but she could tell that he was trying to be funny. “But that’s who you are and I should address you properly,” she said, and then she put her hands around his neck. Lucius was a very tall guy and Emelda’s hands almost didn’t go round. “No that’s not who I am,” Lucius denied, “this is a temporal crown remember? The king is back and I have to vacate the seat.”