Chapter 5 - The True King Claims His Throne
The silence in the grand ballroom was so absolute you could hear the distant hum of the city lights outside.
Victor Sterling tapped the tip of his gold-headed cane softly against the marble floor, the sharp click-clack echoing like a gavel coming down in a courtroom.
"Security," Victor said calmly.
Within a fraction of a second, four imposing men in dark suits stepped out from the shadows of the dais, instantly flanking Ethan and Vanessa.
"Mr. Mercer's corporate cards have been locked, his access badges deactivated, and his personal belongings at the penthouse are currently being packed into cardboard boxes," Victor announced to the paralyzed crowd of elites. "Effective immediately, the Mercer Logistics empire is returning to its true owners. Mr. Mercer is no longer welcome in any commercial property bearing our name."
"Claire—please!" Ethan choked out, finally shattering completely, dropping his pride and stumbling forward to grab the edge of her gown. "Please, don't do this! We can work this out! We can stay together—I was wrong, I was blind—!"
Claire looked down at the man who had promised to protect her, the man who had traded her love for cheap vanity and hollow ambition. She gently, deliberately pulled her dress away from his trembling fingers.
"You wanted someone who belonged in these high-society rooms, Ethan," Claire said, her voice cold and untouchable. "Enjoy the view from the bottom."
She turned away from him without another backward glance, sliding her hand gracefully back into the crook of her uncle’s arm.
"Shall we dance, Uncle Victor?" she asked softly.
"It would be my absolute honor, my queen," Victor smiled warmly.
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As the orchestra nervously struck up a smooth, sweeping waltz, the guards lifted Ethan Mercer by his arms, dragging him kicking and screaming out of the grand ballroom while the city’s elite watched in awed, trembling silence.
The King was dead. And the true queen had finally claimed her throne.
