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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.

I looked very calm and I was more controlled than ever because I knew that right now I was going to be unstoppable “Some empires deserve to fall flat on the surface without any chance to ever stand up again.”

“Imagine the person you hate the most or the person you consider your opponent groveling at your feet. Imagine the world all bowing to you. Imagine everything you wished for being yours. Now, what are the steps you will take for that to happen? Who are your pawns? Who will you tear down to make it possible? Those impure thoughts fill my head every waking moment. My thoughts are noisier than a market and they urge me towards destruction, anger, sorrow, and grief. The path I walk is a thorny, flesh-rendering path. Let me walk this path on my lonesome while you focus on procreating with my brother and making your kingdom great.” “What do you mean?” “Long Live the Empire,” Natalia whispered in h

I shove his hand away, ready to strike, but his men grab me before I can move. “Let go of me, assholes!” I scream, kicking at them. Useless. “Ease.” His icy voice cuts through the room. His men immediately backed off. I glare at him, pouring every ounce of hatred into it. “You’re a rookie, aren’t you?” he asks. I say nothing. “Figured,” he murmurs, his tone enough to make my skin crawl. I bite down on my lip, forcing myself to stay quiet. The image of my parents’ lifeless eyes fuels the anger burning inside me.

"You fight systems to rise. I built them to rule. Why resist?" Sake burned silk fire down my throat, loosening the knot his proximity always tied. "Because your empire's built on engineered ruins—scandals, leaks, blood like Rourke's neck. I'm no pawn for your Tokyo games." He leaned closer, scarred jaw inches from mine, heat radiating no touch—torture exquisite. "Pawn? No. Queen." Obsidian eyes bored soul-deep, half-smirk curving lethal. "I fell first, Nia. Two years past—your TED talk. 'Crisis as Catalyst.' Dissected corporate lies like a surgeon and hacked your life that night. Runs mapped, strategies stolen, Darius's files unearthed. Obsessed. Dangerous minds recognize their match."

“A future for her and you’ll get a warm bed, steady food, access to good medical treatment. Maybe a little dignity in your final days. Or would you rather die knowing you dragged her down with you? It's your choice to make” “I thought you were just a cruel man” she whispered, “ But you're worse. You're pathetic, you're devilish!” Alessandro smiled again,” Thank you for the compliment. I learned something over the years” he said turning towards the door, “ that anything worth owning is worth waiting for. I hope you get the message”. She picked up the document and tore it. “ I'll never sell my granddaughter to you. We'll pay off your debts soon”. Alessandro chuckled, “I have about ten of that

Celeste said. “Too bad. You were made for this,” her mother said. “You were born for this.” “I’m not a thing. I’m a person.” “You’re both.” Her mother leaned forward. “Do you know what Project Ruthless really was?” “Gene stuff. Making perfect babies,” Celeste guessed. “Close. It was about making one perfect heir. Someone to unite the families. Stop the wars. You.” “I didn’t ask for this.” “No one asks to be born. You’re here. Now choose.”

“Not just to me. To my world. To the empire I was building.” Empire. The word tasted strange in my mouth, but I didn’t interrupt. “She came into my life years ago. Ambitious. Fearless. Ruthless, even. We built something together—businesses, networks, power. She knew every corner of my world, every shadow I tried to hide. And for a time…” He trailed off, his jaw tightening. “…for a time, I thought she was the one person who would never betray me.” The way he said betray made my chest ache.

It was better to stay like this: no shifting or anything else. *** "Damn it!" Orlando cursed loudly when he opened the gift package containing the corpse of one of his subordinates. Nightroe always had his own way of plugging the gaps he had found. Almost. He had almost broken through the man's defenses, but now it was all for nothing. "You will pay for everything you have ever done in your life!" Again. The anger within Orlando had not subsided. This would never end. Their hostility would never find peace. Nightroe would never change. Just as terrifying as eight years ago.

Lyra said, and the words arrived with the weight of something she had worked out in the ruins and had been carrying since then, "not as policy and not as preference but as identity. An empire that has existed long enough to build cities the size of what we found in the ruins has survived because it eliminated every challenge to its coherence at the root, before it could grow large enough to constitute an alternative. We are an alternative. We built something independent and we made it work and we are still standing, and every day we continue to stand, we constitute proof that the empire's framework is not the only possible framework." I felt the weight of that land on my shoulders alongside