Malcolm In Empire Novels & Stories

Annie was cornering me and somehow, the man who claimed to rule an empire couldn’t see through it. I reached for my phone. But Luca moved faster. He snatched it from my hand, his gaze snapping back to me. “Who are you calling? Isn’t this embarrassing enough? You want more people to see our family fall apart?” “Give it back!” I struggled, my wrist still tied, unable to even sit up properly. He stared at me for a second, then tossed the phone onto the bed. “Fine. Take it,” he said coldly. “But listen carefully—if you make a call today, any call, I’ll drain every last dollar from the Kane accounts like it’s nothing.”

They entered a room with a table and chairs and pictures that suggested someone had tried to make a place look safe. A woman behind the table stood up and took off her coat. She had no softness either; she had the look of someone who put questions into neat boxes. “Ms. Vale,” she said. Her voice was polite, like a ledger. “I’m Mara Finch. Mr. Blackwell asked that I speak with you.” Elara’s mouth filled with a dry taste. “He asked you to bring me here,” she said. Mara inclined her head. “He requested a quiet meeting. He said there’s been confusion about transfers and he wants clarity. He asked that we treat you fairly.”

"Welcome Callum. I hope you are comfortable here. But if not let Mason know. He will fix it. I am Stephen Malcolm. From today you are unknown to the world outside. You will be living here. I believe Mason would have told you. You are a graduate in Accountings. And that’s really helpful for you in this job, because you will be dealing with lots of numbers. You have to accompany me daily from morning till my last appointment. I will make sure it won’t be that tough for you, considering you are a human, but I expect your dedication, diligence and most of all your loyalty. If you have any issues, come directly to me, but i won’t spare for even a single word behind my back. Your needs will be sat

"Nadine, open your damn eyes and look carefully. The man standing before you is the real chairman of Stone Corporation, Mr. Elijah Stone." He added, "You're nothing but a watchdog that Mr. Stone promoted." Those words struck like a thunderclap. The phone in Adam's hand dropped to the floor with a crash, its screen shattering into pieces. Meanwhile, Kenneth's jaw dropped as he stared at me in disbelief. "C-Chairman? How is that possible? He's dressed so shabbily…" "Shabbily?" I scoffed. I handed Kyrie over to the bodyguards behind me to look after her. Then I walked toward Kenneth, step by step.

It reminded me of The food arrived. None of us touched it. The five of us sat at the back of the restaurant, tucked away in our booth while the rest of the world kept laughing, eating, living. I watched a couple at the next table feed each other bites of dessert, and the hollowness inside me deepened. Mel broke the silence first. She pulled out her phone, thumb swiping with sharp, deliberate motions. “You know what? I’m done with him.” Her voice carried steel. “Unfollowed.”

Aster glowered down at them and asked, “Just tell me what are the vile things that the Emperor did and I’ll think if I’ll spare your life or not.” I watch in horror as one of them kneeled forward to Aster. It was Advisor Thompson, the coin master who manages all the wealth of the Empire, “Y-Your Grace, it is true that the Emperor was the one who sent all those men to annihilate the Bentham Clan, resulting in the death of your parents. It is w-well known in every corner of the Empire after he brought the head of your father here and displayed it in the pike for everyone as a warning for those who w-wanted to oppose the regime,” Thompson stuttered. His hands were both shaking while confessing

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.

His eyes darken, lips twisting, “It would’ve been fun.” I lunge before I think better of it, slamming into the bars with a snarl. The impact rattles through my bones, but I don’t care. I want to rip him apart. Malcolm just steps back, watching me with the same mild amusement. “Touched a nerve, did I? I gathered on the night we met that you don’t have much control of her. It’s hardly my fault if you’re too weak to rule your bitch.” I drag in a ragged breath, trying to shove the fury back down. “Hilda would eat you for breakfast, you pathetic little worm.”

None of them knew the real battles I go through to maintain my stance. I switched the channel, needing a better distraction. "British Royal Alliance Strengthens with American Billionaire's Visit," another headline read. I turned the TV off. I got sick and tired of being constantly reminded of the things I had to face daily. Was this it? How has my life played out now? All I had were Half-eaten bacon, a cold coffee, and tormenting flashes of Alex that wouldn’t let me shut my eyes. I sighed, stood up, and headed back up, a shower is what I need now more than anything else.

I began hopefully. “I can’t let you leave. If you leave, you’ll be branded as a traitor to the empire. You will be hunted, humiliated in public before being burnt alive. After that, everyone from your town will be executed and then your town will be burnt to the ground. That is the law of this empire. Still want to leave?” Ren asked mockingly after his horrid explanation. The laws of this empire are clearly barbaric. I’ll leave after I kill you, I thought bitterly to myself.