Who Is Kingsley In Empire Novels & Stories

My skin prickled. I wanted to scream. I wanted to stop listening. But I couldn’t. “I didn’t see it at first,” Kingsley went on, his voice unraveling with every word. “I loved her. Foolishly. I ignored the signs every time she left the pack, every time she disappeared for days. I told myself it was duty. Business. But I knew. I knew. So I sent someone to follow her.” He paused. The silence felt like it could crush lungs. “What they found… shattered everything.”

All he did was bring her into the house as someone that was on his side. She hated the entire arrangement. Why had she even needed Throne in the first place? The man was already wealthy, not as wealthy as Roman Evercrest. But still rich enough to live comfortably for several lifetimes. Yet that wasn't enough for him. Millie understood that desire. She wanted everything too. That was why they had become allies. At least temporarily. She leaned back against the headboard, thinking. If Throne wanted control, he could have simply gotten rid of his nephews. That would have solved most of his problems. Instead, he had dragged her into his schemes. And now she was paying the price.

I screamed his name, but the sound was trapped in my throat. Uncle Kingsley stood behind me. The legendary billionaire, the man who could buy entire countries and crash the stock market with a single phone call, looked helpless. His billions of dollars, his royal connections, his endless power, none of it mattered. Death didn't care about money. Death didn't take bribes. Kingsley kicked a metal trash can. It crashed loudly against the white wall. "Dammit!" Kingsley cursed, rubbing his jaw harshly. He let out a dark, frustrated breath. "Looks like we only have that piece of garbage left."

“Congratulations. You’ve been promoted to Chaos Ambassador. Your first task: stop breaking things before intel shows up.” He pouts. “Fine. But if anyone sneezes wrong, I’m still biting them.” I roll my eyes and a scoff comes from the back of the room. Kieran shifts in his corner, silent, brooding, and somehow more intimidating just by existing. Head of my Shadows. “You make my job harder,” he grunts. Lou grins. “Aw poor baby has to work instead of reading dark romance books at midnight?” Kieran freezes, jaw tightening, his eyes glow gold. “I do not—”

I looked at him, my vision blurring slightly. He stood and took a velvet box from a servant, opening it. Inside was not a diamond ring, it was a pure gold family ring. "Isabella," he said, his gaze steady and intense. "This ring represents half of the power of the De Luca family. "I place it in your hands." "From today on, you are not only the heir of the Costa family. "You are also the lady of the De Luca family." I looked at him. At the man powerful enough to shake the entire mafia world, then standing before me, offering half his empire without hesitation.

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

Lorenzo’s hand instantly flew to the holster beneath his jacket but I raised a hand stopping him. I looked at Luke, completely unbothered. I had been hearing his pathetic insults since I was a child. He was a weak spoiled child. He had the legacy, but I had the brains and the brutality. That’s why our father had passed him over to let me run the empire until I completely took over kicking my own father out of the board seat. "Keep drinking, Luke," I said smoothly, not even slowing my pace as I walked past the staircase. "Maybe one day you'll finally drink enough to forget that I own the roof over your head."

I roared, and my men made a war cry before they started running toward King Edward’s people. I am definitely not going to spare anyone until I set my eyes on Emma again. Emma’s POV The sun had barely risen from its horizon when I woke up from sleep. Alpha Kingsley has gathered his men from the previous night, and they will be leaving at the first cry of the roosters. I quickly left my room to catch up with Alpha Kingsley. I knew I was going to find him with the rest of his troupe, and I set out to look for him in the tent where his warriors reside.

He already gave her a way out of this situation yet she refuses? He was also not patient and he had pride. Kingsley warned, "Don't make an enemy out of me if you want to continue living in this house." "Get out. Or do you want me to do it myself?" Kingsley was in disbelief. He laughed out of anger. "Alright. You want a bad start? Fine. I'll show who side you should be on. When you regret it, don't forget to crawl and be my slave." Kingsley then angrily left the room.

She then pretended to be in a state of great difficulty and softly spoke, "It's Liam's ex-wife, Gwyneth Glen... Sh-She's always despised me and tried to humiliate me..." For the next while, Elizabeth kept her head down, wiping away tears while pouring out her grievances about Gwyneth to Kingsley. She played the role of a helpless, oppressed woman devoid of strength to fight back. Once she finished her complaints, Elizabeth covered her face with both hands, suppressing a laugh, for she was confident that Kingsley would unquestionably come to her aid. Although Kingsley's father appeared to be an ordinary wealthy man on the surface, he was actually involved in organized crimes, with the family