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"I’m here to register, Gabriel. Just like you." Anna let out a theatrical gasp, clutching Gabriel’s sleeve. "Oh, honey, no. Did you think that because you have the Franklin name, you could just play at being a developer? This isn't a charity gala. Gabriel’s game is revolutionary—it’s actual genius. Something you wouldn't understand while attending several appointments." I looked at Gabriel. The "genius" who had stolen my encrypted files from our shared home office. "Revolutionary, is it? You call stealing someone's code and then making it yours revolutionary?"

"It's just… that night I wanted you so much…" The words were suddenly hard to pronounce. I don't know how to say this to her that she won't ignore me or get mad at me. Perhaps I just choked at this coming confession. Since when do I exactly beg? I, otherwise known as the King of the Mafia, was helpless against this woman. Everyone respected me but how come I’m almost groveling my feet in front of her? But Cara had known why and she'd seen right through me. That all along I did not desire to lead a crime organization.

' I was completely stunned as I instinctively covered my stomach, which was still flat. Was I… Hallucinating? 'That coma is just an act. My dad is the richest man in the country! He's clearing out the traitors inside the company, and he isn't even in the hospital. This fortune is literally being given to us for free! We have to take it!' The richest man in the country? Hugh Fletcher? Wasn't his brother named Hugh Gibson? 'My dad took his mother's last name. His birth mom died when he was five, and he was sent to live with his uncle's family. He only came back after he became an adult. That whole rotten family has been eyeing my dad's fortune ever since.'

It does not wait for permission. I know what this feeling is. Craving. And shame. Together. A cruel mix. I push the book aside and stand. I need to move. I need to walk. I cannot sit here anymore. The room is too full. The air feels too tight. I walk through the shelves again. I stop when I reach the farthest corner. A stack of loose documents sits on a low table. I lift one. It is a record of my father’s correspondence. The first letter is to a neighbouring kingdom. A deal. A promise. A child bride is mentioned as a future option.

"Roosevelt figured it out, and Zyran was going to kill me!" "It doesn't matter if she confessed," Mateo suddenly laughed which made my blood boil. He reached into his suit jacket pocket. "You might have figured out the game, King, but you are still too late, i already have the winning piece." Mateo pulled out a black flash drive for all of us to see. "Do you know what this is, Zyran?" Mateo asked, a smirk spreading across his face. "This is proof that the King Empire was built on fraud, embezzlement, and stolen money."

." After he left, I remained in the warehouse for a while longer, thinking through the plan. It was risky, accelerating things this way, but the missing documents had forced my hand. Better to act now, while I still controlled the narrative, than wait for whoever had stolen those papers to make their move. As I walked back to my car, my phone buzzed with a text from my beta: "Council wants to know when you can reschedule." I smiled as I typed my response: "Tell them the king will see them tomorrow. Family crisis averted." By this time tomorrow, my plans would be in motion. By next week, both Damon and Jonathan would be facing exile or worse. And their packs—their territories, their resources

"That’s..." "Enough to start a war," I finished. "It is not just money," Lucrezia said, pulling out one of the black leather binders. She tossed it onto the desk. It landed with a heavy thud. "Money buys soldiers," Lucrezia said. "But this buys silence." I picked up the binder. I opened it. It was the 'Black Book'. The family’s insurance policy. It contained photos, bank statements, and transcripts of every corrupt politician, judge, and CEO in the city.

" Stay away from me , You see this beautiful dream of yours you really have to wake up from it, it's just a mere imagination okay I belong to someone else and no one ,I mean no one can change it so the earlier it gets into your brain the better for you ,stay away from. me or .." " Or what me ,or kick my balls ,hmm let me guess again scream rape ,I would like to tell you something about this palace my dear no matter how you try to scream no one I mean no one will come to rescue you expect I give them a go ahead " " Hahaha you are funny ,just because you where given access to work around this palace freely don't mean you should attach too much important to yourself ,infact you think too highl

“The Golden Phoenix. Aren’t you all with them?” The mistake hits me the second the words leave my mouth. These men aren’t Asian. Not even close. Dark hair. Strong noses. Thick Bellavista accents. I feel stupid for not seeing it sooner. Rocco laughs. Low and slow. “No, sweetheart. We’re not Golden Phoenix. We bought some of their old debts. That means you owe the Kings now.” My stomach drops hard. Relief flickers briefly. At least I don’t have to beg Xander. But it dies fast. The Kings are just as dangerous. Just quieter about it.