Precious On Empire Novels & Stories

The morning light in the suburb of the elite didn't just shine; it reflected off surfaces so expensive they seemed to glow with a cold, artificial light. Inside Maya’s master suite, the air was heavy with the scent of "Night Jasmine," a custom-blended perfume that cost more than a year’s rent for an average family.

“We were building something with that kid. He was our key. And he traded us for a king’s bed.” The older man smiled. “Let’s take everything back. Rip open the empire. Make them bleed from the inside out.” “What about the drive?” “He still has it. I’m sure of it. Dominic may have taken the pouch, but he didn’t get the drive. That boy kept it—probably out of fear, probably out of guilt.” “And now?” “Now, we use it.” The tall man stepped away from the table, grabbing a black envelope from a drawer. “Send him a gift. Let him remember who made him.”

I didn’t answer because silence sometimes says more than words. Fred shook his head with a smirk. “You never stopped, did you?” Then I looked at him, serious now. “Fred… there’s something else.” “What?” “Emily… Could you believe Emily is the heiress of the King Empire?” Fred’s jaw nearly dropped. “What? I mean, how is that possible?” “It’s true,” I said. “I thought it was a mistake at first. I mean, how could Emily, my Emily, be connected to one of the most powerful business empires in the country?”

This was how they negotiated at parties, meetings, charity houses, meetings, between the various parties of high society, all this in various old houses, which was where through contacts and various negotiations, they never lost money and status, in which everyone was involved with treasures and riches, when everyone was involved in transportation and sometimes, trading treasures. On their various journeys and many times, adventurers and researchers, in which they were all exploring temples, lost galactic colonies, tombs, when they found riches and mystical artifacts, traded in auction houses, which sometimes brought status and kept the riches of their various families, auction houses were

So many failed attempts to take down Zavier and Caspian. Heavy footsteps echo behind me. When we step into the open, the space changes. The penthouse comes into view. Chandeliers. Red carpets. Rare antiques. Expensive art lining the walls. Zavier’s taste. Just like his father, obsessed with wealth, power, and control. I follow the bodyguard up the staircase toward the top floor. No footsteps follow behind me. I turn.

“Yes, boss. The Sapphire Legacy Collection—limited to five pieces worldwide. The centerpiece is the Midnight Empress necklace. Flawless Ceylon sapphires, over 200 carats total, with a central stone once owned by European royalty. It’s expected to break records.” “Good.” Triumph surged through me. “Bid on the Midnight Empress. Highest offer. No limit.” Stanley hesitated. “But what for, boss?” I shot him a look. “Are you that slow? It’s for my wife, obviously.” A satisfied grin curved my lips. “She’ll wear it to the gala.” “You can wear this to the upcoming gala anniversary in a few days,” Grandpa was saying inside, his chuckle warm and teasing. “Hehehe.”

She played with her fingers in her lap, her eyes refusing to meet mine. "My name is Emerald and I'm the the Princess of Wales." She said. My hands curled under her chin and I lifted her face to meet mine. "Wow, your name effectively captures your beauty." I told her. A tinge of pink rushes to her cheek, "Thank you." She says. "The way it matches the colour of your eyes, your jet black hair, pale skin and the most tempting cherry red lips I've ever seen." I continue. She blushes harder this time too shy to say a word.

Known for his brilliance, precision, and almost unnerving composure, he had built a reputation that few dared to question. “Put it on my account,” he repeated. Mrs. Sterling blinked rapidly, startled. “What? What do you mean…Mr. Ashford, you don’t have to. It’s fine—” “It’s expensive, isn’t it?” Ethan asked without looking at her. “Yes,” Nelly blurted out before Mrs. Sterling could speak. “She broke an imperial vase!” She turned to Maya. “Do you know how rare that is? It’s the real one from the Qing Dynasty, worth nearly two hundred million dollars!”

Deciding to spare the trembling manager a glance, Victoria turned her head slowly, her silver-gray eyes boring into him. “Would I come all this way to see you, or the lazy, gossiping pack of fools your boss calls a workforce?” she asked smoothly. Her voice was laced with a delicate hint of mockery as she tilted her chin toward the paralyzed reception desk. Victoria wasn't just notorious in the underworld as a cold-blooded Empress; she was equally revered in the upper echelons of high society as the "Diamond Queen." Owning a multi-billion-dollar global jewelry empire at the tender age of twenty-three made her a lethal force to be reckoned with.

It wasn’t that he has something to say about it, but it seems like he was enjoying her presence now than the past. ‘Is it because she told me I’m handsome?’ To say that would be utterly embarrassing. Many people already told him he has good looks. He shook his head at his nonsense thoughts. When he came back to his senses, it was already in the middle of auctioning. This time was a perfume that goes with the name ‘Pearl Jade’. It was of color green just like a well-refined Jade by the best jade refiner. The cost of the perfume quickly escalated into seven figures. It was said that this perfume was used by one of the former Empress of their history, that’s why everyone was willing to bet all