His Manipulation, Her Undoing, His End

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the shattered reality I had just created. Faces contorted in disbelief, confusion, and outright outrage. Eve

Then, a primal roar tore from his throat. "No! You can't! You can't choose him! Cleo, you're mista

ugh not raised, sliced through Holden' s desperate cries. "Holden! Silence yourself! The decis

. "Indeed," he confirmed, his voice dry and official. "The terms of Mr. Kline

leo, please! Don't do this! You don't know what you're saying! You're making a mistake, a terrible mistake!"

ion wasn't for me. It was for the power, for the inheritance, for the future he believed was his by right. "No, Holde

g force, shifted slightly. His gaze, usually unreadable, flickered with

ury. He lunged at me again, his hands reaching for my throat. "You ruin

d in front of me, shielding me. His hand shot out, grabbing Holden' s wrist with astonishing speed

Holden, still struggling and screaming obscenities, away from us. "She's insane! She's mani

doors," he commanded, his voice like iron. The heavy oak doors at the back of

a small, velvet-covered box in his hand. He opened it. Inside, nestled on crimson silk, was a gleaming key. An old, ornate key, surely

testament. A symbol of power, of change, of a future I had just seized. Holden's screams, now muf

Corporation lies in capable hands!" The crowd, ever quick to adapt, began to applaud, albeit hesitantly at first, then w

to me. His dark eyes held a flicker of surprise. "You actually chose me," he murmured

wouldn't I?" I asked, a hint of steel in my voice

an emotion crossing his scarred face. Hope? Confu

should proceed with the formal introductions, Mr. Ingram, M

all was complete. His empire, built on lies and manipulation, was crum