Chapter 10 - The True Heiress
The harsh red emergency lights flickered off, replaced once again by the warm, standard glow of the hospital room.
Don Romanov sighed softly, reaching down to gently pick up little Owen from the clear plastic bassinet. The newborn baby slept peacefully, completely undisturbed by the catastrophic downfall of the father who had abandoned him.
The older boss cradled his grandson, a proud, fierce smile touching his weathered face. "He is beautiful, Claire. He has the strength of our family."
Claire leaned back against her pillows, the exhausting tension finally leaving her bones. She had survived the ultimate betrayal, outsmarted a mafia kingpin, and secured an untouchable, multi-billion-dollar future for her son in a single, flawless masterstroke.
"He is a Romanov," Claire said softly, her voice filled with absolute, unshakeable confidence. "And he will never know the coward who gave him life."
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She looked out the hospital window at the glittering, sprawling skyline of Chicago. The city was no longer a place to hide. It was her kingdom, and she was ready to rule it.
If you were Claire, would you have allowed Graham to rot in a cell, or would you have handed him over to the rival cartel his mistress belonged to?
