Chapter 9 - The Final Judgment
"No! Please! Have mercy!" Graham wailed, completely breaking down, begging for his life in front of the elite guards he had once tried to emulate.
Don Romanov looked at his daughter, deferring the ultimate authority to her. "What would you like me to do with him, Claire?"
Claire looked down at Graham. She remembered the three years of emotional abuse, the constant manipulation, and the cold, indifferent tone of his voice when he told her to disappear so he could live lavishly with his mistress.
She felt absolutely nothing for the pathetic creature crying on her floor.
"Strip him of his name," Claire commanded, her brown eyes completely devoid of mercy. "Take away his assets, his properties, and his freedom. Lock him in the subterranean holding cells beneath the harbor. I want him to spend the rest of his life knowing that he threw away a kingdom for a piece of trash."
Graham screamed, thrashing wildly as four of the elite enforcers violently grabbed him by his arms. They dragged him backward, lifting him completely off his feet.
"Claire! Don't do this! I'm his father! Claire!" Graham's shrieks echoed down the sterile hospital hallway, growing fainter and fainter until the elevator doors slammed shut, swallowing him into the darkness forever.
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The threat was entirely neutralized. The room fell silent once more.
👉 The nightmare was officially over, leaving the true heiress to claim her absolute, unbreakable power.
