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carrying a ledger made of "Flesh-Parchment." "The 'First Breach' is a 'Class-Action Lawsuit', Alpha," the Auditor said, his voice a smooth, clinical vibration that made the air feel cold. "You have 'claimed' the deleted assets without paying the 'Maintenance F*e'. The North is currently in 'Narrative Debt'." He looked at Kaelen, then at Elora. "The boy has the Key, but the girl has the 'Value'," the Auditor announced. "She is the only 'Clean Asset' left in this sector. If you want to keep your 'Echoes', you must hand over the girl to the 'Gallery of Prototypes'."

All he can hear was the sound of a kid crying for help. "Help me... I just want to play but he killed me." The voice of the little girl sounds familiar, Doctor Morgan was in fear that moment, but he tried to keep calm despite the creepy scenario. He tried to looked around but he can see nothing but the blinding darkness, he heard the voice of the kid, chuckling, laughing and crying out for help. "Help me... I just want to play but he killed me." "Who killed you?" "Mentris... Mentris.... He will come to kill you Doctor Morgan!"

The doctor said. “Well, son,” Mr. Rider began with a small chuckle, turning his head to look at him, “How much will it cost?” “I am glad you called me ‘son’ because my price is, I want the title of your first son and child, your last name, and my rightful place within the Rider mansion. I want my full birthright as your son and to benefit off you as your five children do.” The room became dead silent after Ethan's words as his father stared at him with a blank look on his face, unable to believe what he had heard.

"As a faithful descendant, I cannot, but our great mother can. Can't change who you are or deny your lineage, girl." "Sorry, but I don't actually know who I am, let alone anything about my lineage and that would be your 'great mother's fault." "Shut your mouth, you ungrateful brat!" Mr. Harvard jumped out of his seat causing almost everyone else to do the same. Alyssa ran to block Genevieve as the leather coat guy and Oliver raced to grab Mr. Harvard before he was able to reach her.

Well, he probably didn't care much about an unborn kid a thousand years in the future. Anyway, after the blond-boys hunt ended, one of the last ones with orange eyes started a rebellion using the large poor communities from where he came. He founded a new republic called Castela in the north of the island. And died a few days after the founding of the new kingdom. Then a boy said to be the heir of the hero "Arthur" assumed the throne. The End! Really, only the first paragraph of this book is worth reading. The rest of this book talks only about politics.

And for the world, a woman cannot be above. The majority within that council were nothing more than useless men who knew absolutely nothing. And I know everything, so, as there is no way to criticize what I do, they say that a woman cannot command. "I'm obstinate grandpa." I speak, catching his attention, becoming thoughtful. "The game will only end when I say it is over. And now, I say the game has just begun." [***] "Are you sure about that?" Anne asks breathlessly, looking at me in panic.

The air in the room seemed to change, as though the shadows themselves were leaning in, listening. “But...” she continued, her voice taking on a more serious tone now, one that Julian couldn't ignore. It was like she was warning him, “It’s not going to be simple. You’ll inherit more than just wealth. There are people in place, people who’ve been operating in the shadows for years, who will test your authority, challenge your claim. And many of them? They won’t be thrilled about you taking control.” Her lips curled into a faint, bitter smile, but her eyes remained cold, calculating. “You’re not just inheriting an empire. You’re inheriting enemies.”

Alive to carry a legacy she’d never asked for. She backed away from Rafael, from Lucien, from the room itself. Her voice cracked when it finally came out: “If he wants me to watch, then I’ll watch him burn first.” Lucien’s eyes followed her, torn between rage and fear. Rafael’s smile widened through the blood. “You see it now, don’t you? The game isn’t about survival. It’s about inheritance. And she’s already playing.” The chapter closes with Solene staring out into the ruined night, her fists clenched, whispering to herself more than to them:

The room remained deathly silent as I folded my hands on the table, surveying the faces around me. “Now,” I said, my voice calm but commanding, “let’s discuss the future of The Emperor’s Company. Shall we?” "Miss Laila if you're talking about inheritance law put your stepmom here and your step sister Mara also inherit it!" Mr Williams opposed. This game is becoming tougher than I thought! Mara’s lips pressed into a thin line, and Hamilton’s fake smile had all but vanished. They thought they could break me, but they underestimated me. This wasn’t just about survival anymore. This was about reclaiming what was rightfully mine—and making them pay for everything they’d done.

I said, the words tasting like ash. "Do you know what it is?" he pressed, his voice a low thrum that vibrated in the quiet room. My mind flashed to before. My father's vague warning about a "secret inheritance" tied to my marriage to Enid. He’d never given details. I’d been too angry, too desperate to escape, to ask. I swallowed, my throat dry. "What other inheritance? It’s the one you’re sitting on." I gestured weakly at his chair, at the empire of Kane Global surrounding us. "That seat belongs to me. That’s what he promised, and you already have it."