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she said when I had the first two buttons undone and her shirt began to fall open. I continued to unbutton each button, "You can always say no, Amelia. Do you want me to stop?" I pushed the blouse open, and it fell off her shoulders, "No," she whispered. With a soft groan, I locked my arms around her waist and pulled her close, relishing the satisfying thud as our bodies collided. My lips moved hungrily over hers, desperate to reclaim what I had been denying myself. I felt every curve of her body beneath my hands as my fingers roamed across her back.

“Empires don’t fall overnight. But they can begin to rot in a single heartbeat.” The villa was quiet, too quiet for a city that had just claimed another empire’s corpse. Rain tapped against the tall windows like a clock running out of time. The fires from the sinking yacht still hadn’t left the news cycle, but inside the stone walls of the Sanchiano estate, silence reigned.

His wings still out, tensed, and ready, the rest of us holding our weapons. He moved so fast I didn’t even see him. Sliding past the others as fluid as water going around rocks in a stream he came for me, I felt his arm snag my waist and my feet left the Earth. I heard Devon’s shots fire and Kenneth soared into the air in pursuit. Cassi let out a scream and I heard the others calling my name as we ascended, until they were just specks. Kenneth closing in, aiming his crossbow at Shamshiel’s wings, his purple wings beating as he tried desperately to keep up, his face contorted in anguish as he realized he would not be able to help me. In the blink of an eye Shamshiel closed his wings around us

But none expected what they saw now. Bianca entered first, her gown a deep wine red that shimmered like spilled power. Matteo followed, not behind her but beside her. Two thrones stood on the dais where once there had been one. The murmurs rippled like wind through dry grass. Bianca raised a hand, and silence fell. “For years,” she began, her voice calm but resonant, “the Romano legacy was one of blood and fear. We ruled through dominance. We survived through violence. And though it built us an empire, it nearly destroyed us all.”

To be a fortress, a system of allies rather than a web of personal connections. When the head of his father’s security detail sat him down that night and told him, in no uncertain terms, that the fatal car crash that supposedly killed his parents had been staged, he didn’t feel an ounce of surprise. It was the natural way for them to go. With assassin’s bullets in their skulls. If whoever killed them had expected the empire to crumble, though, they were woefully mistaken. There was absolutely nothing that could shake the company’s foundations, not while he was alive. He would never disappoint his father and mother, not even in death.

It was a vindication of every bitter thing he had ever believed, and it was utterly devastating. A savage, unholy wave of satisfaction washed over him. Let it burn. Let the world see what they are. Let Caius's precious empire crumble under the weight of its own corruption. His father's ghost was finally speaking, and its voice was a roar of damning evidence. But the satisfaction was immediately followed by a cold, gripping fear. If the empire fell, what would happen to him? To Anna? The gilded cage was a prison, but it was also a fortress. If the walls came down, they would be exposed to the wolves—to Marcus, to the press, to the chaos. Caius was a monster, but he was a predictable one. The

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

HUGHES ANNOUNCES RESIGNATION, EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY. The empire didn’t fall all at once. It began to crumble—publicly.

There was an empire to run. And I had all the family I needed.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

I nodded once, “Then we don’t try to hold it,” A pause “We build something that grows instead of breaks,” Daniil exhaled slowly, his jaw tightening slightly, “Growth means risk,” “And stagnation means collapse,” I replied just as quickly The truth landed between us, heavy but clear Because every empire that had come before us had fallen for the same reason They tried to stay what they were Instead of becoming what they needed to be Neomi leaned back slightly, thinking, “Then this isn’t just about power anymore,” she said, “it’s about governance,”