Lucious Empire Real Name Novels & Stories

she asked, caressing his cheeks. Lucian pondered on telling her the truth. She deserved to know the truth about me. She would be his wife and that meant they remained truthful and shared everything. He looked into her warm brown eyes. She accepted and loved him for what he was and she will understand when he tells her his past or the fragments of what he remembered, he sighed at the thought. “Prince Lucian Armand Orszak,” he told her his real name. He repeated it several times a day in his mind so he would remember.

He could not see or hear anything around him, and he could only see a handsome prince sitting on his enormous throne, and staring at him intensively. As for Lucian, he was as surprised as him because Axel's beauty was different— from all the fake faces he saw earlier. Axel was real. His soft brown hair was surrounding a handsome face with two large brown eyes and pink lips. Lucian cleared his throat after he woke up from his trance. “What is your name?” he asked. “Axel, Your Highness,” the young man answered shyly. “Well, Axel, what do you have to offer?” Lucian asked. “The other candidates offered me gold, silver, diamonds, rubies, and sapphires. What do you have for me?”

Under his gaze, I felt the tips of my ears warm. No one had warned me that he was not only powerful, but also impossibly handsome. Vincent's expression darkened instantly. He wanted to question it, to stop it. However, the moment his eyes met Matteo's icy gaze, every word got stuck in his throat. He recognized this man. Matteo De Luca. The one who could decide the fate of entire families with a single sentence at council meetings. Not someone he could afford to offend. The spotlight landed perfectly on us, making us the center of attention.

He shrugs his shoulders like he sees me as nothing. "Please do not call me little princess again!" I find that worse than these guys staring at my damn body and drooling. Little princes! Who the hell does he think he is? "Is my conception of you wrong? If it is, please just say, but we all knew your mother was the queen and didn't get her hands dirty, and we all know you will follow her steps." "Mr Lewis, your conception is very wrong and off. You used the power of my name for immunity recently yet have the guts not to pay?" I look at him, trying not to get into an argument over stupid things right now, like him seeing me as weak.

This wasn't the first time we had done things his way and regretted it. But it wasn't his fault; it was my fault. I should have strangled her with the sheet before she had the chance to feel the morning air. Luc and I never agreed on anything. We never have for over fifteen years. Luc was the son of one of the most ruthless mafia lords in Paris. So he had certain expectations that were expected of him, but he never met any of them. Luc was a dominator and loved controlling everything. Which he couldn't do with his father constantly breathing down his neck, so he left and started an empire that later threatened his father's power in the country.

"I work at Empire Construction Company." “Oh, so you’re a guard there, maybe a receptionist?” Lucas sneered. “Empire is a prestigious company, but working there as a guard doesn’t mean you’re on the same level as us.” “Honey, stop,” Josephine said mockingly, as Liam smirked, satisfied with the unfolding drama. Their grandfather continued eating, observing the exchange. “I’m the CEO of Empire Construction Company,” Alex replied, visibly annoyed. “Tell me, Mr. Lucas, does that match your family’s status or exceed it?”

“Did I not make it abundantly clear that the Royal Entreaty was for unmarried men? Yet you, a king with a ‘wife’ waiting for you in Montebello, had the audacity to participate.” Lucian’s face drained of color, his mouth opening and closing as if to argue, but no words came. The humiliation was like a vice around his chest, squeezing the breath from him. He had planned for everything, or so he thought. But standing before Empress Ilyana now, he realized just how thoroughly he had been outmaneuvered.

His voice was low and calm as if he wasn't just yelling now. “Then what happened? Tall to me Lucian.” He takes a glance at me then looks back to the cup he plays with in his hands. “My name is Lucian D’Arcanis. Once a prince and heir to Vampire village till the disaster happened.” He pauses, his mouth slightly open as his next word seems to be stuck in his tongue. “Take a deep breath Lucian. Everything is fine.” Adhering to my words, he does as I say. He started speaking again.

With a sharp click, the lock gave way. He pulled out a thick stack of legal documents. The header, embossed in gold, mocked him: FALCON ENTERPRISES – ASSET TRANSFER & TITLE DEED. Rahim ran his thumb over the blank signature line at the bottom. This was it. This was the piece of paper that would officially turn him from a caretaker into the undisputed King of the Falcon Empire. For sixteen years, he had lived in the shadow of his dead brother’s legacy, pretending to be the "kind uncle" while feeding off the scraps of a fortune that should have been his.