The morning sun crept reluctantly through the broken blinds of Frederick’s tiny apartment, painting stripes across the peeling wallpaper. The room smelled faintly of damp wood and instant noodles, the scent of survival.Frederick sat at the edge of his bed, still dressed in last night’s wrinkled suit. His phone lay on the nightstand, its black screen reflecting his hollow eyes.Had it all been a dream? Harold Whitmore. Corbin Holdings. Inheritance. President. The words replayed in his mind, battling against the echoes of Sonia’s laughter and Leonel’s smirk.The buzzing of his phone shattered the silence. He grabbed it instantly. The same unknown number flashed. Frederick answered with a hoarse voice. “Hello?”“Mr. Corbin,” Harold’s calm voice replied. “I trust you’ve had time to process the news. I’ll be sending a car to your location in exactly one hour. You will be escorted to the Corbin Holdings headquarters to assume your rightful position. Be prepared. Today, everything changes.”

Victor Kane’s office was a jungle of steel and glass, the city glittering behind him like a thousand watchful eyes. The Titan CEO stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his silver hair gleaming under the recessed lights.Victor: “So, Frederick. We stand at the crossroads. One contract could make you, or unmake you.”Frederick leaned back in his chair, his calm expression masking the storm within. “Funny. I thought Titans were supposed to fight gods, not beg for their scraps.”A murmur of laughter ran through Victor’s advisors, but Victor’s smirk didn’t falter. He leaned across the table. “Careful, boy. I eat men like you for breakfast. You’ve inherited a throne, but you haven’t learned how sharp the crown can cut.”Harold, seated at Frederick’s side, whispered quickly. “Stay calm. Don’t let him bait you.”Frederick’s jaw tightened. “You want thirty percent of Corbin’s overseas assets. That’s not a merger. it’s robbery.”Victor tapped the table with one finger. “It’s leverag

The city didn’t sleep that night. Screens lit up with one name, one story: “Sonia Corbin Caught in Midnight Rendezvous With Leonel Cruz.”On social media, hashtags trended like wildfire: #CorbinScandal, #CheatingWife, #FallenSonInLaw.Every image was damning, Sonia entering the Blue Orchid Hotel, Leonel smirking beside her, her head bowed like a guilty conspirator.By dawn, the news had reached the glass walls of Corbin Tower. Executives whispered in the halls, assistants stole glances at Frederick, and the boardroom buzzed with poisonous anticipation.Boardroom, Early Morning.Richard pounded the table with theatrical outrage. “Look at this! Your wife, cavorting with Cruz like some common mistress! How can we trust a man who can’t even control his own household?”Claudia clicked her tongue, scrolling through headlines on her tablet. “The markets are reacting badly. Investors hate instability, and this… this is catastrophic.”Frederick sat at the head of the table, perfectly still, e

The storm broke at dawn. News bulletins lit up every channel, headlines roaring:“Titan Industries Forms Strategic Alliance With Leonel Cruz.”“Rival Power Bloc Emerges Against Corbin Holdings.”“Frederick Corbin’s Inheritance in Jeopardy?”The city stirred like a hive struck by a stick. Investors called frantically, journalists camped outside Corbin Tower, and whispers spread faster than truth. Inside the boardroom, tension thickened like smoke.Boardroom – Morning.Richard slammed the newspaper onto the table. “Do you see this? Leonel Cruz now speaks with Titan’s voice. That alliance is lethal. We can’t fight them, Frederick, we should join them.”Claudia tapped her pen against her notebook, her eyes sharp. “Joining Titan means surrender. If Titan controls Leonel, and Leonel wants Frederick destroyed, then what future would Frederick have in this empire?”Richard sneered. “Better a seat at Titan’s table than being buried beneath it. Frederick’s arrogance will cost us everything!”T