CHAPTER 1

The Throne He Built

“Ares, the numbers don’t add up. We can’t keep this pace.”

The voice cuts through the smoke of a high-rise office, sharp, but with the edge of loyalty long-since dulled. Ares Calloway doesn’t look up from the floor-to-ceiling windows, where the skyline of the city sprawls before him like an empire built by his hands. His fingers tighten around his glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the city lights.

“The numbers are perfect, Victor,” he responds without turning. His voice is deep, commanding, a velvet smirk hidden in the curve of his lips. He doesn’t need to face the man to make his point. “And if you’re not careful, you’ll end up like the others.”

Victor Harrington stands across the room, arms folded, his face set in a mask of concern, though it’s evident in the crease of his brow that something is off.

Ares is the king of his world  a man of precise control, with an empire built on ambition and ruthless moves. Calloway Enterprises had been untouchable for years. That was until something shifted beneath the surface, something small and unnoticed at first. It came in the form of Charlotte’s hesitations, the way she avoided his gaze when their plans turned darker. The way Victor's smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

"Too many risks, Ares," Victor presses again, his voice betraying a hint of frustration now. “Even you can’t control everything.”

Ares finally turns to face his friend, the glint of power in his eyes almost too cold to withstand. He looks down, noting the slight tremble in Victor’s hand as he sips his coffee. He holds Victor’s gaze for a moment longer than necessary, allowing the silence to settle between them like the thick tension before a storm.

“You think you can tell me what to do with my empire?” Ares asks, the words a low growl. It’s not a question  it’s a warning.

Victor, for all his status and closeness, shifts uncomfortably. It’s rare for anyone to challenge Ares this way, but the cracks have started to show. The empire is crumbling, though Ares refuses to see it. His arrogance won’t let him.

“I’m telling you,” Victor mutters, stepping closer, his tone lowering. “You’re stretching too far, Ares. You’re fighting ghosts, and at some point, one of them is going to get you.”

Ares’ lips curl into a sneer, his confidence unwavering, even as something inside him stirs. He leans back into his chair, letting the tension settle like dust on an old book he refuses to open.

“I’ve built this empire,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “I’ll burn it to the ground before anyone tells me how to run it.”

But there’s something about Victor’s words, a subtle weight to them. His gut tightens, an unfamiliar unease creeping over him.

The gala is a scene of unmatched elegance  a ballroom bathed in gold, crystal chandeliers hanging from high ceilings like jewels scattered in the night sky. Ares strides through the crowd, the weight of his presence palpable, people stepping aside to allow him passage.

In a world of silk and smiles, he is untouchable, the shining star in the constellation of wealth and power. Charlotte, his fiancée, is beside him, her beauty undeniable in a gown that sparkles like the stars themselves. But her silence speaks volumes, and Ares can feel the coldness emanating from her.

"Is everything alright, Charlotte?" Ares asks, his voice deceptively smooth as he places his hand on her waist, guiding her across the marble floor.

Her response is a mere flicker of a smile, forced and calculated. "Of course," she replies, though there’s a subtle distance in her tone. She’s already slipping away from him, just like the rest of his empire.

Ares' gaze shifts over the crowd, noticing the whispers as people lower their voices when he walks by. His mind flicks over the shifting loyalties, the tension in the room. He sees the way Victor watches him from across the room, their earlier conversation echoing in his mind.

Charlotte’s eyes meet his, and for a split second, there's a coldness in them, a strange flicker that makes Ares pause. She isn’t looking at him the way she used to. She isn’t admiring him, not anymore.

"Are you sure everything is fine?" Ares presses, his tone more pointed now, the weight of their strained relationship settling heavily between them.

Her smile falters for the briefest of moments, but she quickly recovers, brushing off his concern with a soft laugh. “You worry too much, Ares. Everything’s fine.”

But it’s not fine. Ares can feel it  the suffocating sense of impending change, the unease gnawing at him like a growing wound.

Victor approaches, his usual confident stride now lacking its full assurance. There’s something he’s hiding. Ares senses it, and it’s like the storm he’s been avoiding is finally making landfall.

“Something’s wrong,” Ares mutters under his breath as Victor stops in front of them. The tension between them is electric.

Victor’s smile is thin, strained. “Ares, Charlotte. It’s good to see you both here. I’ve been meaning to speak with you about something important.”

But before he can elaborate, the lights flicker, plunging the room into an eerie dimness. It lasts only a moment, but it feels longer  a bad omen that sends a shiver down Ares’ spine.

As the lights flicker back on, something shifts in the air  a quiet alarm that only Ares can sense. His grip on Charlotte’s hand tightens, a subtle tension that no one else notices.

Victor looks around nervously, his words lost in the sea of murmurs around them. Ares catches his gaze, sensing that this is the calm before the storm. Victor knows something, but the question remains: What is he hiding?

The car ride home is tense. The quiet inside the sleek black vehicle feels heavy with unspoken words. Charlotte is sitting next to Ares, but the gap between them feels wider than ever before. Ares’ eyes flick to her, watching the way she gazes out of the window, lost in thought.

“So, what were you and Victor really talking about?” Ares finally asks, his voice low and steady.

Charlotte’s eyes snap to him, her expression unreadable. “Nothing important. Just business.”

Ares studies her, a chill running down his spine. He’s learned the art of reading people, their body language, their subtle cues. But Charlotte’s face is a mask tonight. He doesn’t know whether to believe her or not.

He opens his mouth to say something, but then he sees it  the shadow of doubt in her eyes, the flicker of something he hasn’t seen in years.

“Ares, you’ve been pushing so hard,” she says softly, breaking the silence. Her voice is strained, almost distant. “Maybe… maybe it’s time to let go. You’re not invincible.”

Her words hit him harder than he expects. They’re not the comforting reassurances of the woman he used to know. These words are final. Ares' grip tightens around the armrest, his heart pounding.

“Let go?” he asks, his voice growing cold. “Of everything I’ve built?”

She doesn’t answer immediately. She just stares ahead, her face unreadable. Ares’ world spins as he realizes that this isn’t just a conversation  this is a turning point. Something has changed, and he doesn’t know how to fix it.

Victor’s face flickers in his mind, the warning he didn’t heed. The whispers of betrayal start to settle in his bones.

And then, as the car takes a sharp turn, the feeling of impending doom grows stronger, faster.

Before Ares can speak, the driver swerves to avoid a car in the opposite lane. The tires screech. And then, everything goes dark.