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32 The Heir’s Desperation

Author: Karima Sa'ad Usman
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-27 18:45:05

Richard’s POV

I had been waiting for her.

The palace corridors were quiet at this hour, only the echo of my own steps following me as I walked toward the private salon where my mother preferred to conduct her schemes under the guise of tea.

She always liked to play the benevolent queen mother, all smiles and charm, but I knew her well enough to recognize the steel beneath. And today, I wasn’t in the mood to let her play her games.

When I pushed the door open, the soft scent of jasmine and polished wood filled the air. She sat at the table, immaculate as always, pearls at her throat, posture flawless, every inch the woman who had been groomed for court her entire life. My mother. The queen’s shadow who never relinquished her influence.

“Richard, up this early?” she said with that cool smile, raising her teacup. “I wondered when you would come.”

I shut the door behind me harder than necessary. “We need to talk.”

Her brows arched. “So serious already?”

I ignored her attempt at charm and
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Marlenny Fernandez
Sorry dude, you already did and I’m more than sure that Rachel children are not even his
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