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“I’m feeling awkward for you. You’re building up hype for your own work! If it flops, your reputation as a genius investor is going to be ruined.” “True that.” “Then?” “Only an idiot wouldn’t want to earn money! And earning money from capitalists is getting rid of evil for the people!” The other person thought. “I think your desire for money has made you crazy, but I don’t have the guts to say it.” After hanging up, Ruth called Abel. But, the next second, she ended the call. Grand Empire had yet to announce the fact that they had bought the licensing rights for all her works. If she asked him now, she would just be announcing that she was the author.

Then proceeding to properly fixed his posture sitting in the bed as he leaned his back on the walls laying his feet on his soft comfortable bed 'I knew from the start when I've read this book, our empire was already bound to ruins because we were never really free from the ruined empire Mestia who owned the empire first. That's why the reason that this book is being destroyed in the first place is because it can lead to mass confusion as well as history distortion' He thought as he rested his head leaning it on the wall with his upper body against it covering his lower body with his blanket as he resumed reading the book

“Rico! Enzo! Have you both lost your damn minds? Since when do you take orders from him while I’m still standing in this room?” They don’t even look at her. They look at HIM. As if he’s the only name carved into their loyalty now. As if all the years she spent shaping this empire mean jack shit compared to the poison dripping from Alexander’s smile. Well, that’s simply fucked up. And judging by the flicker in Ruth’s eyes—shock first, then something darker—she knows it too. “Let me go,” she says quietly, voice sharp enough to cut glass. “Now.”

“Because I want to show you something.” She hesitated. Then took his hand. He pulled her to the living room. To the window. The city spread below them. Lights everywhere. “What am I looking at?” she asked. “Everything I control.” He gestured at the buildings. The streets. “Every territory. Every pack. Every business that matters. All of it answers to me.” “I know that.” “Do you know why?” She turned to look at him. “Because you’re ruthless.” “Because I’m patient.” He met her eyes. “Ruthless men burn bright and die fast. Patient men build empires.”

And arrogance can be exploited. If you want to destroy him, you don’t fight fire with fire. You suffocate him slowly. You strip away his allies, one by one. You expose the rot he hides behind his spotless reputation. You make the empire he built crumble from within, until he’s left standing alone, powerless, watching everything he thought untouchable turn to ash. That’s how you dismantle an empire.

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

She had been reckless, naive, and now she was trapped. And he would be relentless. Because he was a billionaire—cold, ruthless, heartless. His empire had been built on control, manipulation, and eliminating anyone who defied him. He didn’t forgive. He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t care. And now, Yesha realized with a hollow pang, he owned her. “Yesha Elaine,” he said, stepping closer, so close she could feel the heat from him, “the moment you signed, you stopped being yours. That is the reality. You can scream, you can fight, you can resist… but it won’t change a thing.”

“You think standing beside him makes you untouchable? You think this crown you’re wearing is real?” He took a deliberate step closer, ignoring the murmurs of the staff, his gaze burning holes through Lucy. “Let me tell you something about empires. They don’t last. They *crumble*. From the inside out. And when they do, it’s always the so-called queens who bleed first.” A hush fell over the room. His voice dropped lower, darker, intimate enough that only Austin and Lucy caught it. “Remember this moment when the walls start closing in. Because even queens get dethroned.”

Now came the fun part - showing everyone else what an empire built on love, protected by ruthlessness, and sustained by absolute partnership could accomplish. The world was about to find out what happened when two people decided to stop surviving and start ruling. And I couldn't wait to begin.

He glanced quickly at Collins then back at me. "Well, why the fuck should I not be?" I asked, answering his indirect question, even more pissed. I took another big gulp from the cracked glass. The whiskey tasted stronger and hotter now. My tongue felt numb but the burn felt good. "You think I built this empire by trusting weak assholes like your men and your pretty little excuses?"