2024-08-21 09:43:59"Old man, how can you marry off Sophia, our greatest beauty, to that poor man? Is your brain rotten or what?"
Her anger grew.
"My beautiful granddaughter can never marry a lowlife. She will marry Chris Roland! He’s wealthy and powerful, and can secure our family's future."
"Chris Roland?" Abraham frowned.
That hypocritical playboy?
"Don’t you know Jerry Roland?" Lady Lancaster snapped.
"He works for Alfred Kingston, who practically owns Vancouver. Chris is his only son. Marrying him ties our family to the Kingstons!"
Sophia’s parents also looked at Alex, and a dissatisfied frown crept onto their faces.
Alex wore a simple shirt typically seen on people of the lower-middle class, cheap and old shoes sold on the street, nothing about him screamed wealth.
If Chris Roland was the young rich man with a company, this man was probably Chris’s cleaning service, paid with the lowest salary.
Thinking their daughter would marry this loser already made their anger rise to the peak.
“No way,” Florence Lancaster, Sophia's mother, whispered. “I will never agree. What will my friends say about my son-in-law? This man will drag my name into the mud!"
"Father," Justin Lancaster, Sophia's father, spoke. "Mother is right; how about we let Sophia decide her own future?"
"Grandfather, I don’t want to marry yet," Sophia hurriedly added.
Abraham shook his head.
"I’m not dead yet—so what is decided is decide."
"Abraham!"
Lady Lancaster's desperation turned to anger.
"Imagine the Lancaster family with Kingston ties! Even after you’re gone, our family would thrive! Don’t you care about your descendants? How can you ruin the Lancaster name for that loser!"
“Sophia will never marry him!" Lady Lancaster insisted. "This is all for Lancaster's future!"
"You know nothing, Amelia!"
Abraham looked at his wife and everyone, “Alex is the man I chose, you better keep your mouth shut and your comments to yourself until you know him.”
“I don’t agree!” Amelia yelled out her decision.
There was Chris Roland, a wealthy and promising young man, who could bring the Lancaster Family unimaginable glory and endless fortune ...
...
yet her husband ignored Chris and chose to treat a piece of junk like a treasure!He must be too old and out of his mind!
“Amelia, do you want me to sign divorce papers for you at our old age?”
Lady Lancaster's face turned pale.
“All of you, I am still the head of Lancaster,” Abraham commanded.
“Sophia, you will marry Alex today. You’ll be grateful for my decision one day!”
From his tone, all of them knew there was no point in arguing anymore.
Even Sophia accepted her fate and sighed.
They all knew Abraham Lancaster could sometimes be harsh and would not tolerate any disrespect.
In about an hour and a half, in a very awkward situation, Sophia and Alex successfully signed all the paperwork and obtained their marriage certificates from the government marriage agency.
Only Abraham showed a big smile when looking at the certificate.
The great Alexander Leonhart finally became his grandson.
He would brag to the Kingswell’ people he knew, sure that many would be green with envy.
Meanwhile, Sophia was still disappointed as she married a worthless man.
‘He can have the marriage certificate but not me!’ Sophia inwardly screamed.
But thinking that loser already got his body, Sophia quickly added, ‘He will never get my heart and my money.’
“Sophia,” Abraham turned to her. “Help him blend in with Vancouver life, show him the many places you used to hang out with your friends.”
The first thing on Sophia's mind when making the marriage certificate was to keep everything secret, yet her grandfather wanted her to show him off?
A mischievous
plan suddenly formed in her mind.“Yes, Grandfather. I will HELP HIM BLEND IN.”
She would let Alex see how he was not worthy of her and let go of her.
Alex sighed.
He didn’t like to force anyone, but somehow his mother's fate was likely in this woman's hands, so he had to follow through.
"Cheer up a bit, will ya? It’s not the end of the world!"
Sophia scowled at him, "Marrying you, the biggest braggart in the world, is already the end of the world for me!"
"Honestly, I am not a bragg—"
"Yes, you are! And you are a loser, jobless and worthless!"
"No, I am not," Alex corrected her.
“I do have a job, I am a doctor, with the title of God’s Hand.”
"Oh, keep bragging! You really have no shame." Sophia scolded.
"Listen, I am doing my grandfather’s wish to take you around, but that’s all. This marriage will not work out even in a thousand years. So, stop daydreaming!”
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The first real money arrived on a Tuesday, and Richie brought the printout up the stairs himself because he did not trust himself to say the number out loud.One million subscribers.Twenty dollars a month, every one of them, on a service that had existed for eleven weeks."Twenty million dollars," Richie said. "A month. Recurring."Behind him, Felicia had stopped in the doorway with a tray in her hands and forgotten she was holding it...."And the corporate side?" Alexander asked."That's the other page." Richie turned it over for him, and his hand was not quite steady."Separate tier. Direct connection, machine to machine — the firms don't want a person typing, they want their own systems talking to ours. We've signed nine hundred and forty accounts, most of them on the mainland, four in the capital.""How much?""Another twenty million a month. Give or take."Forty million dollars a month, out of a two-storey building opposite a fish market....Felicia put the tray down very care
Chapter 772
The crowd went home talking, and Alexander went upstairs to the governor's office and sat down with the truth.A tax haven is not a law. A tax haven is a reputation.You can write anonymity into your statute in an afternoon. Getting a man in another country to move nine million dollars to an island he has never heard of, through a bank with four staff and a door for a vault, on the word of a twenty-year-old prince the whole Empire calls an idiot — that takes something else entirely.He had no name. Harland had no name.And the island had nothing to sell. No ore under the chalk, no port, no factory, a fishing fleet older than its crews and a tourist season dying a little every year.To attract outside money, Harland had to create something people actually wanted to buy.It was the only way to launder the proceeds into clean, legal cash.He wrote to the head steward that night."If I want to borrow for Harland, how much can I have? I need it to start a business."The answer came back in
Chapter 771
The letter came up the hill in an official car eleven days later.The Emperor's head steward wrote it himself, in his small neat hand, and it said what the council had decided.His Imperial Majesty, on the advice of the council, was pleased to grant the governorship of the island of Harland to Prince Alexander of the House of Leonhart.The prince would take up his post at his earliest convenience.And the court wished to see results in five years.Felicia read it over his shoulder twice and did not understand why he had gone so quiet."Is it good?" she said. "It sounds good. It sounds like they're giving you something."“Well,” Alexander thought, “first they hand over a castle, and now they’re throwing in the entire island with it.”...In the capital, the Second Queen laughed until she had to sit down."Harland." She said the word to the ceiling. "Harland. Out of the entire Empire, they gave him Harland."Her head maid poured the tea and permitted herself a smile."It is the poorest
Chapter 770
Previously, Alex had spent those three days in the hospital watching the world.Felicia had thought he was resting. He was lying propped on two pillows with the television on the wall running the news, and a borrowed phone in his hand under the sheet, and he was reading everything this planet had to say about itself.It took him about a day and a half to understand the size of it.And the size of it was small.Earth was behind.Not a little. Not in one place. Behind in everything, the way a village is behind a capital.Their aircraft still burned fuel. Their computers answered questions the way a clever dog fetches sticks — eagerly, and wrong about a third of the time.Their medicine cut people open to find out what was inside them. There was not one machine on this whole planet that Prussia would have let into a museum.He scrolled for an hour through what this world called its best technology and put the phone face-down on his chest."Is something wrong?" Felicia asked from the chai
Chapter 769
Alexander stepped back behind Felicia.He did it the way the old Alexander would have done it — shoulders up, chin down, one hand bunched in the back of her coat like a child in a crowd.She felt the tug and spread her arms without thinking, a nineteen-year-old woman in a travelling coat trying to hide a grown man from twenty rifles.The Second Queen watched them and almost laughed.Behind Felicia's shoulder, Alexander's lips barely moved....The voice did not come from him.It came from everywhere at once, and from an inch inside every ear in the front of that hall — the Queen's, and each of the twenty men in armour — low and dry and very old."I warned this house not to let anyone enter."Twenty visors turned at the same moment."And since you have come anyway," the voice said, "you can die here."...The line of knights broke step.Not much. Half a pace. But these were palace men, picked and drilled, and half a pace from palace men is the same as a scream from anybody else."What
Chapter 768
Alex kept moving."It was always a choice," he said. "Be killed by him, or be killed by me. You chose him. You chose to hit me. So this is your payment.""Please. Please don't. I'm sorry—"The man turned to run. Alex took both his arms before he made the second step.And Alex kept moving.Every one of them had been part of it. The side that killed his mother. The people who had treated him like nothing for fourteen years. This was the bill for all of it."Think of it as karma," Alex said, and moved on....That night is the one nobody in that province will ever write down.Thirteen people in that castle lost both arms at the shoulder inside twenty minutes. Every one of them was alive when it happened. Every one stayed conscious for a few minutes after, screaming, shouting, trying to survive. But a human being with both arms gone does not last long. The veins pump the blood straight out.They shouted until they stopped shouting.By half past two, nothing was moving on the west side of
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