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"It’s all here, My Lord. Every bribe, every shadow-contract. The 'reconstruction' isn't just about rebuilding walls. It’s about laundering the last twenty years of theft. It’s a masterful piece of accounting, truly. But you forgot one thing: you didn't account for the King actually reading the books." Vane’s eyes darted between the two men. The guards shifted uneasily, sensing the sudden shift in power. "You think these documents survive the night? Even if you have them, who will believe you? You are a boy who was cursed by the very blight you claim to be fighting." "The people will believe whatever shows them a path to a better life," Julian said, his voice icy. "Now, get out of my sight. I

The color drained from his lips, and his hand started to tremble so much the paper crinkled. "This... this says the Flame isn't a person," Finn whispered. He looked up at me, his eyes wide. "It says the Flame is a debt." "Keep reading," I urged. "‘The crown is not a gift, but a cage,’" Finn read aloud, his voice cracking. "‘The blood of the innocent is the oil for the lamp. When the King fails, the land withers, not because he is holy, but because he has stolen the life of the soil.’"

King was terrified that Victor's sudden death would blow the empire apart, creating a chaotic power struggle he couldn't control. He didn't want a sudden collapse. He wanted to bleed them dry, one slow sip at a time. This way, he wouldn't lose anything, but gain everything. My eyes turned colder. The old man's greed was even bigger than I had estimated. He was actively targeting the Abrahams empire, and he was doing it right on their own turf. No wonder Victor's investigators kept hitting blank walls. When King wanted to slip a dose into someone's drink without leaving a trace, he operated like a ghost.

Amelia froze. “Jonathan, I’m being sincere—” “Sincere?” I interrupted her. My gaze was cold. “Your sincerity is worthless! “The so-called love you claim to have for me is nothing more than a calculated balance of benefits and risks. “You treated me well because you thought I was obedient and tolerant. “Now, things have blown up. You lost your reputation and your job. You have nowhere to turn. “And you think you can still chain me with a line like ‘I don’t mind even if you’re disabled’ to make me feel grateful? That I’ll share the burden of this mess that you and your mother created?

I still didn't feel better after taking her herbal tea, so I got dressed and went to visit the pack doctor. “Luna. You’re here. Please come this way." The doctor said to me, leading me to a private room. “This is specially made for the royals." The doctor answered my unasked question with a smile when she saw my questioning gaze. “How may I be of help to you today, Luna?” The doctor asked. “Please call me Freya.” I said, and she stared at me, puzzled at how humble I was. “I seem to have a digestion problem. I can’t keep food down, and somehow it starts from the morning till late and leaves me feeling very weak the rest of the day." I explained to her, and the doctor smiled at me.

Kelvin was the first to speak, scoffing, “The king is late due to the evidence at hand. You better explain why you have those chemicals in your territory.” “You assured the council you’d return with proof. Do you have any?” Raven pressed, clearly eager for my response. “Why do we have to listen to this nonsense? He’s guilty, and whatever evidence he presents will be a fake!” Kelvin interrupted, attempting to preempt my evidence. “Wait until I present my proof before calling it fake, and remember, it’s a serious crime to speak against the king.” “Not when the king is willing to commit such a heinous act against the City. Do you understand the risks tied to the chemicals you brought in?”

"Oh, Dad… she’s already in it. That’s the problem with pawns—you can’t keep them off the board once the game starts." He sat back down, shoulders rigid, trying to mask fury with composure, but I could feel the tension roll off him in waves and I thrived on it. The man had built towers of steel and glass, carved his name into skylines, yet here he was, cornered by a woman he underestimated. "I should never have trusted you,” he spat, almost strangled. “I should've known you had an ulterior motive.” "And yet you did," I replied lightly, circling him as though he were prey. "Because you wanted what I promised. Because greed makes fools out of kings." I leaned closer, my voice dropping into a wh

Well, if you can put it that way. “ You know me well little girl,----- “ He intentionally pauses what he was about to say then stared at me with intimacy. “ I’m the sin of greed. I’m greedy. Very greedy. “ He added that made my heart melt with his hotness. Goodness gracious! How can this man be so territorial and sexy? A greedy person is indeed a sinner, but why does he look so cool even with his sinner personality? Instead of being turned off, the feeling inside of me can’t get over his words. The power and authority was there while his eyes were so catchy like him.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, maybe you're right if you would have followed your first mind and stayed dead she could still be here. It's amazing you could convince other people to do your bidding but you couldn't convince her to save her own life." I covered my ears with my hands. His voice continued to vibrate in my head. I wasn't going to let him get to me. "You see, the Gattani family doesn't take too kindly with people taking advantage of their generosity. You could have had the world at your fingertips but you got greedy. Don't you know money is the root to all evil?" "Shut up!" "My, my, my I told you to eat. They say people get grouchy when they haven't eaten.

To my surprise, everything in the room was purple, of which purple was my favorite color. I alighted from my queen-sized bed and took a tour around the room. It had a balcony, and a jacuzzi, and the bathroom was considerably large too. One thing was for sure, this Ricardo guy was very very wealthy. I went back to sit on my bed and began to think about my next course of action, which was how to leave the place. I knew I couldn't offer him money because it seemed he was made from money itself. There was no doubt that he was a mafia leader.