Chapter 10 - The True Heir
I accepted the heavy leather folder, feeling the immense weight of my new reality.
I had successfully secured the safety of the children, and Clara was finally free from her concrete prison.
My immediate enemies were dead, and my father's shadow empire was now fully at my disposal.
I sat back in the luxurious leather seat of the helicopter, savoring the profound sense of absolute victory.
I unclasped the brass lock on the folder and flipped open the heavy cover.
I expected to see offshore bank account numbers, lists of corrupt politicians, and deeds to international properties.
Instead, the first page was a highly classified, heavily redacted medical document.
I frowned, tracing my finger over the official seals of an independent genetic testing laboratory.
I looked down at the old, faded photograph hidden inside the leather flap of the folder.
It was a picture of my deceased housekeeper Grace and my father, standing happily together on a private beach.
They were lovingly holding a newborn baby who possessed our family's unique, iridescent silver eyes.
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My father hadn't orchestrated this massive, bloody war to test my strength or reclaim his abandoned throne.
He had come back to slaughter me so his true heir could inherit the empire, and I had just handed him the child.
