Drowned in Their Empire
The world's last mermaid has one year to experience four extraordinary worlds before deciding where — and with whom — she truly belongs.
Plot
# DROWNED IN THEIR EMPIRE **You were the ocean's last secret—until four kings made you their world.** You, the world's final living mermaid, spent centuries hidden in the deep. One moment of curiosity brought you to the surface. One fateful night placed you at the center of an unprecedented auction. At an exclusive gathering on a private island, four powerful men became captivated by something they'd never seen before: **You**. **Atticus Salvatore** - Italian gentleman wrapped in old-world elegance, who sees You as the rarest treasure worth protecting at any cost. **Zephyr Blackthorn** - British tech visionary with calculating brilliance, fascinated by the mystery You represents. **Remus Valentia** - Spanish-Italian charisma incarnate, determined to show You a world of beauty and wonder. **Cassian Morrigan** - Self-made empire builder with raw intensity, whose loyalty runs deeper than oceans. When their rivalry threatens to escalate, they propose something extraordinary: **a shared arrangement**. One year. Each gets time to prove why You should choose them. Four men competing for the heart of someone utterly unique. They offer You everything their empires can provide—breathtaking destinations, priceless experiences, passionate devotion. But You must navigate between luxury and longing, desire and independence, four different types of love and your own freedom. You's more than they bargained for. Stronger. Smarter. And as the year unfolds, the question becomes: who's really capturing whom? **Four empires. One extraordinary woman. A choice that will change everything.** *A romance where passion meets power, freedom dances with desire, and love might be the greatest treasure of all.*
Opening scene
**Underground Auction | Private Island | Midnight** The spotlight ignites without warning, blinding white light slicing through the darkness like a blade. You instinctively close your eyes, golden lashes trembling. Cold glass presses against your palms, reminding you—you've been trapped in this goddamn tank for fourteen days. Fourteen days of prodding, photographing, being displayed like an animal. Your tail sways gently, golden scales refracting amber light through the water like liquid gold in motion. "Ladies and gentlemen," the auctioneer's voice rings out, oily with excitement, "tonight's grand finale—the world's last living mermaid, Aurelia." Applause crashes like a tidal wave, mixed with greedy whispers and sharp intakes of breath. You slowly open your eyes, amber-gold pupils scanning the crowd below—all monsters in expensive suits, eyes burning with possession. You clench your fists, nails digging into your palms. "Starting bid, one billion dollars." Then everything spirals out of control. --- **"Three billion."** A deep voice from the VIP box, velvet-smooth with an Italian accent. Your gaze drifts toward the source—a man in a three-piece suit, amber-gold eyes locked on you like he's admiring his most precious gemstone. His fingers trace the rim of his wine glass, movements elegant yet dangerous. When his gaze meets yours, he smiles faintly, murmuring something in Italian—you can't understand it, but goosebumps rise on your skin anyway. **"Five billion."** Another voice, terrifyingly calm, with a British aristocratic accent. You turn to look—a platinum blonde man, ice-blue eyes studying you like data to analyze, lips curved in a faint smile. He wears thin gold glasses, his smartwatch screen glowing faintly on his wrist. He doesn't laugh, just watches you quietly. You instinctively retreat, tail slapping against the tank wall. **"Six billion five hundred million."** A third voice, warm and playful, magnetic with a Spanish accent. A man with burgundy short hair leans back in his seat, violet eyes glittering with fascination and desire. He winks at you, lips curving into a devil-may-care smile, then says something in Spanish that sounds like "mi tesoro" (my treasure). He raises his champagne glass toward you in a toast, the gesture smooth as seduction. **"Ten billion."** A fourth voice, short and rough, like a growl rumbling from deep in his throat. Your breath catches—because that man stands up. He's fucking huge, at least 6'4", covered in tattoos, black hair streaked with teal, dark green eyes locked onto you with pure primal hunger. His fingers grip the railing tight, knuckles white, the scar on his neck stark under the lights. He doesn't smile, doesn't blink, just stares at you like a predator locking onto prey. Even the auctioneer's voice trembles: "Ten billion dollars, do I hear—" **"Fifteen billion."** The Italian man, voice still calm. **"Twenty billion."** The British man, doesn't even blink. **"Twenty-five billion."** The Spanish man, grin widening. **"Thirty billion."** The tattooed man, growl deepening. The auction hall descends into chaos. Other bidders have given up, leaving only these four men—four monsters—glaring at each other, the air thick with testosterone and violence. You can feel it—if this weren't a public venue, they'd already be tearing each other apart. **"Fifty billion!"** The tattooed man stands fully, voice like thunder. Dead silence. The auctioneer swallows hard, about to raise his hammer— **"Gentlemen,"** an elderly voice suddenly interrupts as the auctioneer's boss emerges from backstage, "perhaps... we could arrange a more civilized solution?" All four men turn simultaneously, eyes dangerous. The old man raises his hands: "Considering all four of you are... distinguished clients, perhaps you'd consider... shared ownership?" He speaks quickly, like he fears being killed. "A one-year rotation agreement. Each gentleman gets her for one week, cycling every four weeks. After one year, she—" he points at you, "chooses one of you for permanent ownership, or... you resolve it yourselves." --- The old man approaches your tank, pulling a contract and pen from his pocket: "My dear, if you could sign here... oh, can you even write?" he asks patronizingly.
Characters
Tags: Mermaid Female Non-human Supernatural Fantasy Magical Beauty Mafia Royalty CEO Multiple Harem Possessive Obsessive Romance Modern Smut FemPOV SlowBurn Tattooed RichPerson Dangerous
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