The Council had risen — and Daniel's blood still stained the floor where the new kings stood.
In the days that followed, Faisal, Rayyan, Malik, and Amir stood at the top of the world. Every leader, every minister, every shadow ruler bowed their heads, awaiting new commands.
But power, real power, isn't a crown you wear — it's a weight that crushes your soul.
For every deal they controlled, there were a thousand enemies waiting to rise. For every law they rewrote, there were a hundred traitors trying to break them.
And deep inside the heart of the new empire, a silent seed of doubt was already growing.
The four brothers created The New World Order — a system Daniel could never have imagined.
Faisal ruled finance, global trade, and legitimate power. Every business deal, every political bribe passed through his hands.
Rayyan controlled military, security forces, and intelligence networks. Every army, every assassin, every soldier answered to him.
Malik became the king of the underworld — drugs, weapons, human trafficking — the streets feared his name more than death itself.
Ameer took over technology, surveillance, and digital warfare — no secret was safe, no whisper unheard.
Together, they were unstoppable — or so they thought.
Even before Daniel's body was cold, whispers reached the four thrones.
There were other powers — older, quieter, more dangerous than Daniel ever was.
The Unseen Council, a shadow alliance of ancient families who didn't just own businesses — they owned history itself.
They didn't move armies. They moved nations.
They didn't fear guns. They feared one thing only — losing control.
And the Four Brothers — loud, brutal, fearless — were a threat no one had ever seen before.
A message arrived, hand-delivered in an unmarked black envelope. No signature. No name.
Inside was a single sentence:
"You may own the streets — but we own the sky."
Faisal stared at the message for a long time, his hand trembling slightly — but he said nothing to the others.
Not yet.
The brothers ruled together — but power is a hungry beast, and it always wants more.
Malik's violence grew more savage with every passing week. Power didn't just satisfy him — it awakened a hunger for blood, control, and fear. The more they conquered, the more Malik wanted to burn.
Amir, always the observer, became paranoid. Surveillance wasn't just his job anymore — it became his obsession. He didn't just watch enemies; he started watching the brothers themselves, doubting every word, every glance.
Rayyan, the soldier at heart, saw it all — but said nothing. His loyalty chained him to the throne, even as the foundation cracked beneath them.
And Faisal — the mastermind — began to feel something he never expected.
Emptiness.
The revenge was complete. The power was his. The world bowed at his feet.
But every night, when the doors closed and the silence crept in, Faisal felt nothing.
Only the ghost of a man who once believed in something bigger than blood.
The brothers agreed on one rule — no secrets between them.
But Faisal broke that rule first.
Without telling anyone, he made contact with an informant deep inside the Unseen Council — hoping to understand their true power.
The information he got shook him to his core.
The Council wasn't just wealthy families.
They were guardians of secrets — secrets tied to powers beyond Earth itself. They were watching for something — or someone. A prophecy of a being born with the power to destroy every kingdom, human or not.
Faisal didn't understand it fully — but he knew one thing.
The Council didn't fear the Four Brothers.
They feared something else.
In the middle of wars and betrayals, Faisal met her — Noora.
She wasn't part of their world. She was a light in the darkness, a reminder of what life could be without guns, blood, or secrets.
Faisal fell — not into lust, but into love.
With Noora, he saw a future he never imagined — a home, a family, a life where his hands weren't covered in blood.
But to have that future, he would have to leave everything. His brothers. His empire. His crown.
And in his heart, Faisal knew — leaving wasn't breaking a rule. It was signing his own death warrant.
The same night Faisal realized he loved Noora, another message arrived.
This time, not from the Unseen Council.
From Daniel's son.
The message was simple:
"Blood for blood."
Faisal never told the others.
Not Rayyan. Not Malik. Not Ameer.
He thought he could handle it alone.
That mistake would haunt him for the rest of his life.
As Faisal stood on the balcony that overlooked his empire, Noora's arms wrapped around him from behind.
Her smile was soft, her eyes filled with a love that had no idea the monster she was holding.
"You seem quiet tonight," Noora whispered.
Faisal kissed her forehead, hiding the storm inside him.
"Just thinking," he said softly.
But in his mind, Faisal knew the truth.
The war wasn't over. It was only changing shape.
And for Noora's sake — he would burn the world down before he let anyone touch her.