Morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows as the Lilith family gathered around the long dining table. Laughter echoed softly, plates clinked, and for once—there was peace. Nora was awake, sitting beside Zofia and Shaw, her eyes sparkling as she took in the warmth of her family.
The empire had finally been divided. According to the late patriarch Lilith's will, the vast legacy was split equally among his children. No arguments. No power struggles. Just acceptance—and silent respect for their father's final wishes.
Nora's name was written boldly under the strongest empire of them all. Her siblings had no objections. In fact, they were proud.
Turning to Shaw, her voice calm yet piercing, she asked,
"What if I gave you the empire, Shaw? Would you take it?"
He looked at her, then gently patted her head.
"No. I already have my empire—Nunu."
The table grew quiet. Then Zofia grinned, her eyes gleaming.
"Does everyone have their own empires?" Nora asked.
"Yes!" they all chorused, breaking into laughter.
"And we run them very, very well."
Nora—the youngest of the Lilith siblings—wore her title like a crown. She didn't just hold power. She commanded it.
Later that morning, she slipped quietly into her bedroom. Zayan still lay asleep, his back bandaged from the recent ambush. She sat beside him, gently brushing his hair, fingers tracing the lines of his face.
She leaned in and kissed his forehead.
"My Queen," he murmured in a sleepy voice.
"Yes, my King," she giggled softly.
"Are you okay, Z?" she whispered.
He nodded slowly, eyes barely open.
Downstairs, little Lucy burst in, clutching a letter. Nora opened it and read silently. Her face shifted. The note was signed by The Don—Jakub.
"Tomorrow will be her last day."
Zayan's eyes darkened when he saw it. His calm demeanor cracked, rage flickering beneath the surface. He immediately began crafting a plan.
But Nora had already moved.
With Rose and Asher's help, she gathered her weapons—guns, blades, hidden daggers—and placed them throughout the house. The grand living room. The staircases. Even inside flower vases and beneath tablecloths.
She was ready.
The next morning
Zofia summoned the main families to the estate. Everyone arrived in waves—leaders of empires, old allies, enemies turned friends. Laughter filled the air as people greeted one another, a rare moment of unity.
Then the doors burst open.
Don Jakub.
He stormed in, 40 armed men at his back, surrounding the room.
"WHERE IS SHE?!" he roared.
"WHERE IS THAT BASTARD CHILD?!"
From the shadows, Zayan moved like a ghost. Before Jakub arrived, he had dressed Nora in the custom combat suit he had made for her, layering a beautiful gown over it.
"Remember what I taught you, love," he said, cupping her face.
She nodded.
"Good girl," he whispered and kissed her.
Zayan whispered into Kian's ear. The gang moved fast, silently disappearing into the corners of the room.
Zofia caught Nora's eye and pointed—there she was, bouncing down the stairs.
"Hello!" Nora said cheerfully.
Jakub raised his gun.
"NORA MOVE!" Boris shouted.
Jakub fired.
Nora flipped mid-air and landed perfectly, kicking a soldier in the face. Shaw and his brothers jumped in, unleashing a storm of bullets.
Zayan's men stormed the room with supernatural speed—Sachi even fell into Salvius's arms.
"Hello, gorgeous," he said smoothly.
She blushed, leaped up, and kicked a guard into the wall.
Amid the chaos, Jakub's eyes remained fixed on Nora.
She walked toward him, calm, calculating, making sure he was standing beside the small fountain.
"I think you have what belongs to me," he said, his Polish accent thick with fury.
"But it's not yours though," she smiled.
"Why take what doesn't belong to you, huh?"
"Because it does!" he roared.
Henry stepped forward.
"No it doesn't. Lilith made his will before you poisoned him."
Zofia's eyes widened.
"YOU POISONED LILITH?!"
Enraged, she pulled her gun and fired. Jakub dodged—but not fast enough to avoid Nora's kick and the punch that followed, shattering his nose.
Zayan's gang overpowered the rest of the men, faster than anyone had seen them move.
Jakub grabbed a gun and aimed at Nora's stomach—
BANG!
She staggered slightly. The room froze.
"N-N-Nora?" Asher and Shaw gasped.
She stood tall. Then smiled.
"Bulletproof, Mr. Don," she said sweetly.
Her hand dipped into the fountain water. Her sword—concealed under the surface—was drawn in one swift movement. She twirled it behind her back, raised it high—
STAB!
Right into Jakub's chest.
Blood splattered across her gown.
"Rest in hell, old fool," she whispered.
She climbed over the bodies of his men and Jakub himself, sitting on the pile like a queen atop her fallen enemies.
Eyes closed, she rested her chin on her hand—then gently fell asleep.
"Is she sleeping right now?" Neal asked in disbelief.
Zayan nodded.
"She's tired."
He walked over, lifted her into his arms, and laid her on the couch.
Together, the family quietly began cleaning the bloodstains—together.