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I stepped up to the primary terminal, the very one Anna had just fled in tears. My fingers didn't tremble, they moved with a muscle memory that had been honed in the dark, long before I ever became the "rich socialite" the world thought they knew.I plugged in the obsidian drive. Instead of the flashy, bloated interface Anna had used, a simple, command-line prompt appeared on the massive holographic screens.LOGIN_ID: ************The stadium held its breath. I typed in the sequence—not a name, not "Daphne," but a complex string of hexadecimal characters that only one person in the world possessed.ACCESS GRANTED: WELCOME BACK, ARIS.The collective gasp from the audience was like a physical wave. The commentators went dead silent for a full five seconds before their voices exploded through the speakers. "Wait... the login signature... it’s authentic! The real Aris isn't the woman who just failed—it’s Daphne Franklin!"I didn't give them time to process it. I launched the game engine:
Discarding the King I Made Chapter 9
The Global Summit was a sea of flashing lights, humming servers, and the sharp scent of expensive espresso. Giant holographic screens displayed the live rankings, where the national flag sat comfortably in the fourth position as the preliminary rounds began.Gabriel stood in the wings of the main stage, straightening his silk tie. Beside him, Anna was draped in a sleek, silver jumpsuit, her hair pulled back in a severe, tech-genius ponytail. She was basking in the hushed whispers of the crowd.“Is that really Aris?” “The legendary hermit has finally surfaced.”“This is it, Anna,” Gabriel whispered, his eyes gleaming with a hunger for redemption. “After today, Daphne Franklin will be nothing but a footnote in our success story. We don't need her money when we have this code.”Anna smirked, adjusting her headset. “She’s probably crying in the VIP section right now, watching us take the throne she couldn't buy.”The announcer’s voice boomed through the arena. “And now, representing the
Discarding the King I Made Chapter 8
I did not say anything to him. Instead, I completely ignored Gabriel and his so-called Tech-god Anna and walked straight to Mr. Victor. “Uncle Victor, you have been a respected and highly educated elder in the field of national technology, a gold medalist and well-known for your foresight.” I said. His lips curled up as he proudly stroked his beard. That's when I added. “Too shameful that you can't differentiate pearl from glass bead.”“You-” he almost lost his temper, by someone from the younger generation. But, he swallowed his anger down as he said, “Think before you talk, Miss Franklin. You might be the chairwoman of the Pearl group, but what we do here is national pride.”“So, as a citizen of the same country, I expect you to keep your personal grudges outside the Summit, let Anna and Gabriel participate calmly and bring victory to our country.” He added.“National pride?” I laughed, “You are only going to humiliate our country by showing some thieves as the Tech-god ‘Aris’ with
Discarding the King I Made Chapter 7
The registration hall for the Global Tech Summit was a cathedral of glass and steel, humming with the electric energy of the world’s most brilliant minds. I was heading toward the elite registration desk when a sharp, familiar laugh grated against the air."Daphne? What on earth are you doing here? Did you get lost looking for the nearest shopping mall?"I turned slowly. Standing there, draped over Gabriel’s arm like a cheap accessory, was Anna—the woman Gabriel had been 'working late' with for months. Gabriel looked at me, his eyes flickering with a mixture of guilt and a new, emboldened arrogance."Daphne, give it a rest," Gabriel said, his voice dripping with condescension. "I know you got lucky to be born in a wealthy family. But this is the Global Summit. You can’t just buy your way into a talent pool this deep.""Buy my way in?" I tilted my head, a predatory smile touching my lips. "I’m here to register, Gabriel. Just like you."Anna let out a theatrical gasp, clutching Gabriel
Discarding the King I Made Chapter 6
As my gaze landed on the scattered divorce papers, my mind drifted to the day I had escaped a high-stakes board meeting, exhausted by the sycophants and the cold weight of the Franklin legacy. I was walking, anonymous in a trench coat, when my heel snapped and the rain began.I must have looked pathetic, standing there with one shoe and a soaked spirit, until a man stopped. He didn't have a luxury car or a designer suit. He had a dented umbrella and a smile that reached his eyes—eyes that didn't see a "Pearl Group Heiress.""You look like you're having a worse day than I am," Gabriel had said, handing me the umbrella. "I just got rejected for a promotion."He didn't know my name. He didn't know my net worth. For the first time in twenty-four years, someone looked at me and saw a person, not a portfolio.Later when Gabriel asked me out, I happily told my grandfather I was taking a break. I moved into Gabriel’s cramped, two-bedroom apartment where the geyser only worked half the time a
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“Dad… How can you say that to your own daughter?” Anna chuckled, but the call was already disconnected.Within half an hour, her father rushed into the gala, breathing his lungs out. As soon as he entered, he almost fell on my feet, kneeling while begging, “Young Miss! Please forgive us. I apologise on behalf of my daughter if she has offended you in any way. But, please don't fire me. Our whole bloodline’s fortune is dependent on the Pearl groups.”“Daphne!” Anna turned to me, “You jealous bitch! You can't just fire my Dad. Our family has served your company for three generations. Just because Gabriel loves me, not you, you are taking it out on my family.”"Jealous of you?” I laughed in sarcasm. But, before I could speak any further. A hard slap landed on her cheeks and she fell off the floor, right where his father had begged before, in front of my heels.“You stubborn useless girl!” His father cursed, “Do not speak any further. Apologize to Young Miss Franklin right now!” “Kowtow
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