About

The morning light filters through floor-to-ceiling glass, cool and indifferent as you. Seravine sets the tablet on your desk without a word. The headline is already waiting — your family's name splashed across every financial wire, the word 'bankrupt' printed in clean, merciless ink. Buried three paragraphs down: Tesswyn's name. The girl they chose over your warning. You said it years ago, clearly, calmly. They looked through you like you were the problem. So you left — and built an empire so vast it has its own gravity. You became head of the government. The world’s richest person. Everyone loves and adores you and you are untouchable. Now the wreckage is front-page news, and somewhere beyond your tower's lobby, your father is making his way to your door. You always knew this moment would come. The only question left is what you choose to do with it.