Emperor of ashes

Jordan lose control

Narrator’s POV

Different cars lined the venue — luxury models gleaming under the lights. The most influential businessmen and powerful political figures had gathered, their presence turning the night into a spectacle of wealth and influence. It was breathtaking.

Reporters crowded the entrance, cameras ready, microphones raised, all waiting for one person.

Jordan.

Finally, he arrived.

As he stepped out, Harper followed closely behind him, and then Angel appeared. Without hesitation, Jordan reached for Angel, pulling her gently toward the car and lacing his fingers with hers in a practiced, almost cinematic way.

“Awnn, you’re really good at this,” Angel whispered, amused.

Jordan only hissed in response.

“Just shut up,” he said coldly.

Microphones were instantly shoved forward.

🎤 Is she your new girlfriend?

🎤 She looks beautiful. What’s her father’s name?

Jordan ignored every question. Without sparing the reporters another glance, he led Angel straight into the hall.

The moment they entered, all eyes turned toward him. Whispers followed his every step. Still, Jordan remained composed, scanning the crowd until he spotted his friends. He walked over and took a seat with them.

“Wow,” Edward said with a smirk, “this is the girl who escaped Jordan’s beating.”

Damien shot him a sharp glare.

“Angel,” Jordan said calmly, “these are my friends — Charles, Edward, Damien, and the twins, Jaylen and Jayden.”

Angel smiled politely.

“I’m Angel. Nice meeting you all.”

They greeted her warmly — all except Charles, who was glued to his phone, a strange smile tugging at his lips, as if he knew something no one else did.

“You’re lucky,” Edward scoffed. “A poor girl like you, dating Jordan.”

“Edward, do you have to call her poor?” Damien snapped.

Edward hissed. “How is it your business? Is she not poor?”

Angel frowned, embarrassment flickering across her face.

“Are you crazy?” Jordan barked in a low voice. “We’re in front of everyone. Must you announce her background to the whole world?”

Edward fell silent immediately.

Moments later, Jordan was called to the front to give his speech. He rose from his seat and walked toward the podium, Harper accompanying him.

The hall erupted in applause. Thunderous claps echoed as Jordan stepped forward.

All except Charles were focused on him. Charles only smiled wider — satisfied, as though his plan was unfolding perfectly.

🎤 “I want to thank everyone for coming,” Jordan began. “The staff, my dad, and everyone here — thank you for making this special day of mine come true. An—”

He stopped.

His breath caught.

Standing among the crowd was Jason.

The same Jason who had killed his sister. The man Jordan had been searching for endlessly.

Rage surged through him. His hand moved instinctively, reaching for the gun concealed on him.

Harper grabbed him instantly.

“You can’t do this here,” Harper whispered urgently.

Jordan was shaking, barely in control.

“No. I must kill him. He killed my sister.”

Jason’s eyes met Jordan’s — and then he smiled. Slowly, deliberately, he turned and walked out of the hall.

No one noticed the silent exchange. No one except Jordan and Harper.

The crowd began to murmur, confused by Jordan’s sudden pause.

“It’s a trap,” Harper said quickly, trying to steady him. “He came today to ruin your day. Don’t give him that satisfaction.”

But Jordan wasn’t listening.

He stepped away from the podium and chased after Jason.

Gasps filled the hall as people stared, whispering, wondering what had gone wrong. Jordan’s father rose from his seat, disbelief written across his face.

The celebration had turned into confusion.

And whatever Jason had planned — it had already begun.

Edward’s POV

The hall outside was chaos—voices overlapping, cameras flashing, laughter forced and hollow.

Is Master Jordan mad?

That was all anyone could say.

But my eyes followed only one person.

Angel.

She slipped away, shoulders tense, like she could feel the weight of too many stares. When she disappeared toward the restroom, something ugly twisted inside my chest. This noise, this confusion—it felt like permission.

I followed.

The door clicked shut behind me.

She spun around immediately, eyes narrowing.

“You must be blind,” she said sharply. “This is the female restroom.”

My smile came too fast, too tight.

“I just want to talk.”

Her guard didn’t drop. It only rose.

“Then talk. From there.”

I swallowed, pulse pounding.

“Jordan doesn’t love you,” I said, each word heavier than the last. “You’re just another tool to him, After he is done with you he is going to thrash you away”

Her jaw tightened.

“And even if that were true,” she replied, voice steady, “what does it have to do with you?”

The question burned.

“Because I care,” I snapped. “More than he ever will.”

I stepped forward. She stepped back.

The space between us felt electric—dangerous.

“You’re crossing a line,” she warned.

“I just want you to see me,” I said, desperation leaking into my voice. “I can be better for you—”

"The Mafia boss is only taking advantage of you, I can be a better man for me all I want is your body and I will take care of you"

Before the thought could finish, pain exploded across my face.

The slap rang through the room like a gunshot.

“Edward, have you lost your mind?” she shouted, fury blazing. “You don’t get to touch me. Ever.”

My head snapped to the side. My heart dropped straight into my stomach.

"You are really tough"I said as I brought out my pocket knife , I angrily punched her tearing her gown.

I buried my head in her breasts licking it as my life matters on it, I grabbed her by her buttocks as I was really feeling crazy, this girl is too fresh.

I pinned her angrily to the wall as I began to kiss her forcefully, I was smooching her in pleasure, the way she was trying to scream for help was driving me crazy.

She was proving stubborn but I stabbed her by the shoulder as she lost some power, I dipped my hand into her panties as my head swell up in pleasure, this is the time to have it with her.