Lucious Empire Real Name Novels & Stories

Sebestian's poor attempt to play his card doesn't bother Lucus, not one bit. Instead, Lucus lets out a harsh breath and narrows his eyes on the other "You are bloody wrong about Emma being someone trivial. She's my wife, and I'll always defend her. Get that inside your head!" Lucus finally lets his hold on Sebestian go and retreats. Before he turns to get back inside the penthouse, Lucus challenges the other, "Go and tell my mother whatever you want. There are no secrets between us, so I couldn't give a rat's behind. Just so you know, if you ever even breathe the same air as my wife again, I'll destroy you and the whole empire you worked hard to build. Remember that!"

It's only best if he teaches her a little bit of bed language. Lucious let out a low chuckle and mouthed for her to come closer. If Eléonor had not known better about the guy she was going to knab, which is the guy that's currently staring at her, She would have thought he was the most innocent man she'd seen since she set foot here in Sin City. Lucious was a man that seemed to be in his early thirties; he was handsome with a broad and muscular build, and he had the bright blue eye type.

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

“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?”

“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.”