Ruthless Empire Novels & Stories

My heart pounded at the cold and darkness of his eyes. I let go and backed away. The piece of glass that is now tainted with blood fell on the floor. "Look what you've done, Audrey! You're so slutty! You're just like your mommy-" "Shut up!" I spat angrily and turned to Rustov. "And you? Why did you interrupt? It's not my fault why you got hurt! That's your fault for taking that stupid girl's side! Why are you defending her? Your friend? Girlfriend? Because, you're both trash!"

And I never thought of it the second I have been offered this kind of job. How come I’ve never realized that this would happen to me? How come I couldn’t protect my own feelings? I've told myself a thousand times before that I will never get hurt by a man like Apollo— by a man whose rich. I will never be a slave to rich people Because I couldn't finance Andrei’s bills, here I am, not protecting my pride, and wasn't able to burst my emotions. It was my fault after all. I was warned, but I never listened.

I had restraints so I had to act like I was not being turned on by his erection which I could feel and his soft touches. “One important thing I’m trying to understand is why someone as pretty, elegant, and confident as you are, will choose to work with King? He is known for destroying these qualities, if I remember correctly” he said, his charming smile accompanying it A smirk appeared on my lips. “If it were true, I would not have all those qualities you mentioned, would I?” I threw the words at him “I can’t say no, can I?” I smiled, “You remember me, don’t you?” He was forced to say as I was not saying much

My patience didn't just fray; it disintegrated into absolute ash. Forty years of discipline, of cold tactical calculations and rigid operational protocols, vanished beneath the weight of a single, primitive instinct. I didn't give a fuck about the Council delegates watching from the parlor windows. I didn't care about Vance’s legal pretexts or the threat of a joint military coup. The high stakes of this empire meant nothing compared to the territorial rage screaming at the back of my teeth. If the throne required me to let another male put his filthy hands on the female whose neck carried my teeth marks, then I would burn the throne to the bedrock. "Thirty seconds are up, Marcus," I murmured

“Is it true? Did you really destroy all those people? Blackmail them? Use women and throw them away like trash?” He didn’t flinch. “Yes. Most of it is true.” A sob escaped me. “I’m not a good man, Isla,” he continued, voice steady. “I never pretended to be. I built this empire with blood and ruthlessness because that’s what it took. The world doesn’t reward kindness. It rewards power.” He reached for my hand. I pulled away. “And me?” My voice cracked. “Was I just another conquest? Another woman you planned to use and discard?”

Jonathan looked at Jim who was red out of anger. "He didn't do anything Hunt. Let him go, you got a grudge against me, take it out on me." "Aww desperate for your love, aren't you?" Jonathan and Jim both shared a glance and then gave a death glare to Andrew. "Want to take a tour of a mansion Kyle?" Andrew said. "I'll suggest you to take the offer. Maybe you get to see your lower?" "What game are you playing Hunt?" "Game of thrones. A king must keep the thrown to himself don't you think?"

“Which is more than I can say for the people in this room.” Russo chuckled softly, a sound that carried no mirth but a strange warmth. He lifted the glass to his lips, sipping before setting it down. “Loyalty is a beautiful thing. Dangerous, too. Blind loyalty is what built the empire you serve, and blind loyalty is what keeps you from asking the right questions.” She stiffened, but kept her expression under control. “Spare me the philosophy. You’re a criminal. You’ve killed, stolen, and corrupted entire districts. There’s nothing you can say that changes that.”

He said and waited for his response. There was dead silence on the other hand. "I trust you. But can you please repeat it for me, Igor?" He heard his voice softening this time. "I have found your wife, Cousin." He repeated his words for him. "Is she alright? I need to talk to her." His voice was laced with concern. He never imagined that his Ruthless cousin would ever be soft for anyone. He had noticed the way his cousin looked at her. He never assumed he was incapable of emotions, feeling anything, but ruling with cruelty.

She had moved past them entirely, her eyes fixed on a horizon that the Blackwood family had never been smart enough to see. Lucian gripped his shovel, his blistered fingers bleeding into the wood as he drove the iron blade deep into the mud. For the first time in his life, he understood the true title of the empire he had lost. It wasn't built on gold or contracts; it was built on the reality of who controlled the ground beneath their feet.

My wife was standing only feet away, her face a pale mask of confusion. "Emma?" Ruth’s voice was trembling, a fragile thread in the dark. "What did you just say?" I stepped out of the shadows before Reign could open his mouth and ruin us all. I had spent twenty years building an empire and eight years building this family; I wasn't going to let a twenty-one-year-old girl tear it down in a fit of pique.