Sweet Empire

There are stories that entertain. Others that unsettle. And then there are those rare narratives that peel back the gloss of civility to expose something raw, pulsing, and profoundly human beneath.

Sweet Empire is such a story.

This is not a tale of heroes and villains in their familiar forms. No one wears a white hat here. Power is not held by the loudest voice or the cleanest conscience-but by those who understand silence, secrets, and the calculus of fear. And yet, in the middle of it all, we find Daniel Cross: a man defined not by what he has, but by what he refuses to become.

Daniel is both observer and infiltrator, a mirror to the structures that claim to civilise us. His life-fractured, improvisational, and radically transparent-stands in deliberate contrast to the Vane dynasty's polished deceit. If Richard Vane is the architecture of dominance, Daniel is its echo-hollowing it out from the inside.