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Chapter 103
The drive back from Fredrick’s home felt longer than it should have, though the streets were nearly empty and the night air was calm. Chance barely registered the city lights drifting past his windows. His thoughts were tangled in the weight of what Fredrick had told him—the truth about why his father had stepped away from music, the Aurelian’s Mark, and The Duskborne.He wasn't sure if he was ready for any of what Fredrick had told him back there, especially not after everything that had just happened with the just concluded elections.Even as he gripped the wheel, he could feel the Mark pulsing faintly beneath his sleeve, almost like it was alive, aware of the conversation that had taken place. The name—The Duskborne—echoed in his head with the chill of something ancient and patient, waiting for its moment.Fredrick’s parting words replayed with clarity: Whenever you need my help, you can always reach out to me.But right now, the only thing Chance needed was a moment to breathe.He
Chapter 102
Chance pulled up to the curb in front of Fredrick Wheler’s house, the low purr of the engine fading as he killed the ignition. The place was unmistakably Fredrick’s—sleek lines, expansive glass walls catching the last blush of evening, and warm interior light spilling across the immaculately kept front lawn. A black stone path cut cleanly through the trimmed hedges, leading up to a wide cedar door framed by vertical panel lights.He stepped out of the car, the quiet of the upscale neighborhood wrapping around him. No distant traffic hum, no barking dogs—just the faint whisper of a breeze against the glass façade. Adjusting the cuff of his shirt, he glanced briefly at his reflection in the car’s tinted window, making sure the Aurelian’s Mark was hidden beneath his sleeve.He reached the door, raised his hand, and knocked.Fredrick opened the door and greeted him like family, pulling him into a quick hug.“Chance O’Connor,” Fredrick said with a broad grin, stepping back to look him over
Chapter 101
The morning sun hadn’t even broken fully when the story flooded every phone, every campus news board, and every whispered conversation in ESU’s crowded courtyards. The headlines pulsed like neon: Chance Franklin is Chance O’Connor—Heir to the O’Connor Empire.Students gathered in huddles around phones and tablet screens, some gawking, others laughing at the absurdity that Chance, whom they thought was just a privileged kid because his mother was married to Philip Banks, was now the future ruler of an empire older than most of their family legacies combined.It began to make sense, those stunts he had pulled sometime ago. Like driving the escapade, attending the festival of music and arts as VVIP guest, and lots of other silent stunts he'd pulled that at come as a surprise to them before.Inside the Economics block, Chloe lingered at her locker, watching her classmates chatter. She pretended to scroll her phone but her mind was miles away—half in the press room where Chance had stood n
Chapter 100
“For years,” Julia continued, her words clear, measured, “certain people—people you know—tried to brand me a mistress, to tarnish the O’Connor legacy and erase my son from his birthright. But today, I present to you the proof that they were wrong.”She held up the marriage certificate, its seal catching the camera flashes like a flare over a battlefield. Gasps rose from the front row as she laid it down for every lens to capture—her signature, Steven O’Connor’s name bold and final beside hers.“My son,” she said, her voice a soft thunder that silenced every whisper, “is not just my son. He is the true heir of Steven O’Connor. The rightful bearer of the name you thought you knew only in half measures. Today, you know it in full.”She turned slightly, gesturing to Chance. He stepped forward then, blinking against the strobe of lights, feeling the Mark’s pulse steady his heartbeat when his mother’s hand brushed his shoulder.The questions erupted like a dam breaking.“Madam President—!”
Chapter 99
Philip stood beneath the high vaulted ceiling of the O' Connor executive board room, placing the battered marriage certificate on the table.“It’s ready,” he said simply.Harold Strickland leaned forward, eyes narrowed through half-moon glasses. “You’re certain this can’t be challenged?”Philip didn’t flinch. “It’s genuine, and by that, it means we now have what we need to shut down every whisper.”Roland Kwan exhaled, tapping the edge of the paper with an ink-stained finger. “And you expect us to believe in all of these? How can we be so sure that this isn't some forged document?”Before Philip could answer, Louise Becker spoke up. She hadn’t touched the paper yet. Her steady eyes were fixed on Philip’s face, her voice low but clear.“We demanded for a proof, and now that they have one, why aren't we being fair to verify rather than just write it off as fake?” she said, soft but sharp enough to drive home her point. She looked at Harold and Roland, her expression unyielding. “We all
Chapter 98
Roney Bashan lounged in the soft shadows of his penthouse suite, the skyline glittering through the floor-to-ceiling windows like a city built of promises and threats. He stood at the bar counter, one hand braced on the cold marble while the other swirled a crystal glass of his favorite twelve-year-old scotch.He didn’t flinch when his phone rang. He was expecting it.He checked the caller ID, pressed Accept, and lifted the phone to his ear.A low voice crackled on the line — steady, cold and efficient.“It’s done. He’s been silenced.”Roney’s shoulders loosened, and his mouth curved into that fox’s grin that never quite reached his eyes.“Good.” He didn’t waste any more words. He ended the call with a sharp flick of his thumb, savoring the finality of it. One witness. One weak link. Erased.He had always known how to handle weaklings like the Clerk and was so proud that he had him followed so as to avoid being caught off guard.Realizing that he had no reason to worry, he poured a fin
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