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"Read it, sweetheart." She averted her gaze back to the document as I watched her grey orbs running over each and every word in that document keenly. She softly placed the file on the table after reading it and her grey orbs looked at me more confusedly. "What is this?" I sighed and leaned to the table while keeping my interlocked palms on the table. "Inheriting the inheritance to the rightful heir." "What?" I sighed at her cluelessness. "You, as the daughter of Vincent Aslanov and the only person alive in the Aslanov family, inherits everything that is under the name of Aslanov. From single penny they owned to the infamous Aslanov world. Pardon my insult."

She continued: “Some obligations expire.” “Some transfer.” “Some do not.” “Some require consent.” “Some follow assets.” “Some follow relationships.” “Some follow current choices.” “Some should be rejected.” “There is no one inheritance rule.” Root whispered: “Terrible for administration.” Lucas: “Good.” Root sighed. Jonah laughed. “You see?” “Complexity.” “Uncertainty.” “Endless review.” “My doctrine is simpler.” Elena stared. “Say it.” “No self inherits anything.” There it was.

I would never turn into that. I built my empire differently, on the grounds that trust was earned and not given. But trust has failed me. Someone within my own family had betrayed me, and if I can't find them, perhaps the old way can help me. I looked down at the black cover once more; my thumb brushed across the silver crest. The Codex dell’Ombra Nera. The Black Shadow Codex. The final inheritance given to each De Luca heir – kept and locked for generations. The simplest reason why, once the rules are invoked, there was no going back.

“In human language.” “If the certificate is accepted with valid biometrics,” Luca explained, “the legacy system can treat Poppy as an internally verified descendant.” “For inheritance?” “Inheritance, trust standing, protected-person authority, certain succession access.” I laughed without humor. “That child still can’t spell spaghetti without adding two extra letters, and someone is trying to register her in a European dynasty’s inheritance system.” “Not register her,” Sebastian said. I turned sharply toward him. “I know you have a pathological need for accuracy, but maybe now isn’t the time.” “She’s already registered.”

There were financial records, forged medical documents from the pack’s highest doctors, and a hidden decree signed by the Queen herself. “Holy shit,” she whispered, her voice trembling as the sheer gravity of the discovery hit her. She looked from the screen to her younger brother, who was watching her with a proud, anxious grin. “Igor... you aren’t just a genius. You just handed me the weapon to tear the monarchy apart from its very roots.”

Trinity inquired disgust laced in her tone like the very people she was talking about weren't her family. "It was what your grandfather wanted." Amoy's sister scoffs. "Why on earth would he want that?" "As you know the Tyler organisation has been in this family for four generations and I intend to make it five. So with that being said, my grandchildren will have the chance to inherit the business." Everyone began talking shocked and angry. "You're skipping a whole generation, mother." William's sister Paula states.

The very worst part is that my grandfather had no recollection of the game at all. " It was a stupid drunk game," I grumbled to myself. Which is why I want to punch my grandfather for forgetting and being stupid enough to play that game. When he has 20 percent of losing that game with Dukes Hayes grandfather. "Yes, you are correct, but because of that game, I have inherited grandfather's business without any problems; all I needed to do was marry you and boom, I am rich," he agreed, proudly stating how beneficial the game that our grandfathers played to his plans was for him.

I had thought I would calmly expose his lies, but my body couldn't help but tremble as I spoke. "You disgust me! Since that's the case, I'm done playing this game. Go, be happy with her." Shane didn't expect me to know the truth, and he couldn't even form a proper sentence. "W-What do you mean, you're done playing this game?" "I'll leave this world. I won't appear in front of you anymore." A trace of panic appeared on Shane's face. He clenched his fists, but with so many people around, he still forced a smile. "That's got to be a bluff! Your mission's not complete yet, so your sister will die!"

Her fingers trembled as she lifted it. A slim flash drive. An old one. Military-grade encryption stamped into the metal. And a folded piece of paper, yellowed with age. Handwriting she recognized instantly. Her mother’s. Elara— If you’re reading this, I failed to keep you out of it. I’m sorry. The vault isn’t money. It’s leverage. Names tied to deaths. Wars funded for profit. Men who don’t exist but decide who lives quietly. Locke was never in control. He was a mouthpiece who learned to bite.

“Covered in soot, screaming for your mother. You were the only survivor. I raised you. Trained you. I waited, waited for the right time.” James’s fists trembled. “The right time? I’ve been haunted by this for years. You should have told me.” “I had to wait until your heart was strong enough to carry the truth. Not just your anger.” James took a shaky breath. “So it’s real. I’m the child of the prophecy.” The wizard nodded. “You are. The heir of a story that began long before your birth.” Then the wizard revealed the full truth, the tale that began it all, the secret that had shaped everything since the very beginning.