The heavy manila folder landed on the polished mahogany coffin with a sharp, echoing slap that cut through the frozen cemetery air like a whip.
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Chapter 9 - THE UNBROKEN SPIRITAs the meeting concluded two hours later, the room erupted into spontaneous applause—not out of fear, but out of genuine admiration for the empire we were rebuilding together.
I watched the city lights twinkle through the glass as dusk settled over Manhattan.
My hand brushed lightly against my knee.
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Richard had tried to destroy me. He had thought that stealing my father's legacy and kicking a disabled kid into the mud would secure his throne.
Instead, he had simply handed the crown to the only person strong enough to carry it.
