She Took The Rags I Took The Empire Novels & Stories

Serena Sutton was my fiancee, but she wanted to marry my bodyguard, Evan Brooks. The man was a cheat. I didn't want her taken in, so I took her to see for herself what he really was. While the two of them were fighting, a car came through at speed and killed him. And Serena hated me for it with everything in her. In the third year of our marriage, she killed our son. I was in so much pain I was coughing up blood, and she put a knife in me. "Adrian, this is what you owe me for Evan." Only then did I learn that she had never forgotten him. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the second before I meant to expose him. This time, I'm staying out of it.

"What is she doing here?" I set down the file I was holding and handed Mom a cup of chamomile tea. "You should head in and get some rest, Mom. I'll take care of this." I walked to the doorway and looked at the almost frantic Phoebe. "Is something the matter?" Phoebe was thoroughly enraged by my calm demeanor. "How dare you ask me that! You're a freaking thief, Rosalyn! You stole my life, and now you're trying to take my money too!" Phoebe screamed at the top of her lungs, causing everyone nearby to look over.

An hour before our wedding, my fiancé, Rhys, the heir of the Falcone family, casually said, "Sienna, there was a mix-up with your custom wedding dress. It's a size too small. "Lexi is smaller than you. It fits her perfectly. Let her walk down the aisle instead of you." Before I could even speak, his childhood sweetheart had already changed into my dress. She looked at me with pleading eyes. "Sienna, this dress is too tight. It'll hurt you. When the ceremony is over and we post the photos on the family networks, we can just Photoshop our faces. It's the same thing." "You don't need to explain." Rhys held Lexi's hand, habitually shielding her behind him just as he had done since they were

I took a step forward and aggressively flicked lint off the robe again, ripping it at the process. She gasped. “What the hell are you doing?” . …*

squeaked Chelsea . Rogue smiled a dangerous sort of smile and then walked out of the hall taking with him the corpse and the straw puppet. The others stared at his and his aides back. "Well at least we have our Empire in good hands?" said the Emperor gazing happily at his son's back . " You're right , Your majesty" said their father throwing a reproving look at them because all of them had an expression of complete doubt . ****

Alex's POV She nods and walks towards the rack picking the outfit for the gala that had been planned weeks before. She lays it on the bed, and struggles to stand as she rests on the ottoman. I stand up and walk towards the bed, spanking her bare ass. I quickly dress up, and Mary helps where she thinks it's necessary. Soon I'm done, and I stand in front of the mirror admiring myself. The emerald green suit, shone against my pale skin.

It was the same one she’d wrapped around herself when I’d ordered her to attend the ceremony. “Alpha,” he said, his tone grim as he handed the shawl to me. “We found this near the edge of the camp. There were signs of a struggle, and…tire marks. It looks like she was taken.” The words slammed into me like a physical blow, each one cutting deeper than the last. Emma was gone—taken. My mind raced, grasping at fragments, memories of her stubbornness, her defiance, her quiet strength. It felt as though a piece of me had been torn away, leaving a hollow ache that throbbed in my chest. My grip tightened on the shawl, my fingers curling around the fabric as a wave of emotions surged through me.

No point in arguing with her; that'd be like asking for trouble with a capital 'T'. We made our way to the ball, her strides confident, mine hesitant. I felt small in my patchwork of rags, my eyes glued to the floor, as if it held some secret I was desperate to uncover. The crowd's whispers crept up my spine, "Damsel in rags," they chuckled, and I clenched my fists, trapping the tears behind my eyelids.

I repeated, and she smiled. “I know the man who came into the castle, following you, or should I say the man who sneaked in after you. He's Alpha Ragas.” She said, taking out a thin knife from her pocket. My eyes trailed the wicked curve of its blade, and my mind went crazy with imaginations spinning out of control. Could she be a fan of Alpha Ragas, and had come to cut my ropes free, or could she be a hater, and had come to kill me?

The heels of her boots clicked against the concrete, measured and unhurried. “Raven,” she said softly. “You’ve lost the thread.” I gave no response, my words weren’t the thing that would keep her in front of me. But the distance was. My fingers itched for my gun, but I didn’t draw it out,not yet. Her men ringed the space, ten of them at least, with their weapons steady but not aimed,they were at alert while waiting for her order. “You built this empire on control,” she said, circling the crates like a predator testing its prey. “But control’s a funny thing. You think you have it… until you realize someone’s been inside your head the entire time.”