She Took The Rags I Took The Empire Novels & Stories

No matter what, though, I wasn’t going to let Rebecca’s willingness to let me take control of her go to waste. I let my hand move higher up her leg until it reached the hem of the short skirt she was wearing. I didn't hesitate as I slipped my hand underneath and slid it up her silky thigh until my hand reached the edge of her panties. With a quick yank, I ripped the fabric and exposed her hot, wet cunt to the cool air of her apartment.

Diana's voice was etched with irritation as goosebumps appeared on her skin. "It was refined, moron! And it's not just the most natural synthetic hair, it's the best hair ever grown by a human. Who else deserves to wear such glory aside me, Diana? I could trade my birth right just to get it." Cardi smiled as she elegantly came down from the last stair and walked to a vacant seat in the crowd. "Cardi, are you even hearing yourself? That's ghost hair. Literal ghost hair. Do you intend to invite a ghost to the Belmonts mansion?" Diana yelled, whispering to Cardi's ear.

I knew how quickly empires crumbled when a single crack went unsealed And she was my crack. I gripped the railing , the night air sharp against my skin. Every headline, every whisper of gossip, every slip in investor confidence traced back to her absence. They called her naïve, pitiful, tragic. They painted me as ruthless, unhinged, dangerous They weren’t wrong. My empire was a reflection of me, and if I faltered, so would it. I couldn’t allow it, Iwouldn’t allow it I left the roof, my pace quickening, almost feverish now.

I stroked my fingers from her nose down to her lip, her mouth fell open as she trembled. “Take off these rags! We don't do rags here!” I scanned her from head down to her feet.

“I don’t have anything to wear. I don’t even have shoes.” She smiled. “Then let’s go fix that.” We stopped at a boutique. Tasha picked out a simple but beautiful cream-colored dress for me. Something soft, elegant. I took a quick shower there and changed. When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. No more the weak wife thrown out of her own home. Now, I looked like the CEO I truly was. We got into the car, and Tasha held my hand. “You ready?” I nodded.

“What do you mean?” She turned to him, lips parted in a slow, dangerous smile. One he hadn’t seen since her father’s execution. “The Romano empire was theirs,” she said. “What comes next is mine.” She walked to the shattered mirror at the end of the hall, looking at her reflection—cut open, bruised, hair matted with soot and blood. She didn’t look like a queen. She looked like the end of one. And maybe that was better. Because from the ashes of their legacy, she wasn’t rebuilding what they lost.

Everyone wanted to know the guy with no expression on his lower face and a black mask covering his upper face who could dance too well to be a mafian. Curiosity. That's what is going to make them so invested. That's what is going to make me so announced. I, Ariel Winter D'Angelo, the next ruler of the Empire. I'd finally gotten what I wanted. What I spent 12 years of my life targeting. My hand went to my leg in that instant and I swiftly removed the knife which I had placed there in the restroom. With the last beautiful and glorious turn, I pulled closer to The Viper's chest and sent the knife in.

But she was looking at the papers on the table—the documents that had just made me a ghost. ​"You gave it all away," she whispered, a tear tracing a path through the dust and sweat on her cheek. "Liam... why?" ​"Because the empire was a cage," I said, trying to smile through the exhaustion. "I just decided to open the door." ​I stood up, lifting her in my arms. I didn't look at the board. I didn't look at Halloway or Miller. I didn't even look at Eleanor, though I could feel her eyes on me, savoring the victory of my financial ruin.

“For the first time in a long time…” She smiled. “…I’m not planning ten steps ahead.” “That’s new.” “Yes.” She took his hand again. “But I do know one thing.” “What’s that?” Adriana looked into his eyes. “I don’t want to face the future without you.” Luca’s smile widened. “Good.” “Why?” “Because I’m not going anywhere.” Outside, the lights of Manhattan shimmered beneath the night sky. The war was over. Victor Hale’s empire had fallen.

"You are a jewel of the Silver-Run, yet you’ve spent winters draped in fabrics fit for a mountain hag." "What choice did I have?" Emily asked, her smile turning slightly bittersweet. "I had to scrape and scavenge just to procure those 'hag's rags' without my parents noticing I was spending my meager rations." "Forgive me, Emily," Daniel said quickly, his playful tone vanishing into a sincere apology. "I did not mean to strike at a wound." "Do not let it haunt you, Daniel," she replied, her laughter returning as she watched his panicked expression. "My spirit is far sturdier than that."