CHAPTER 4 — FALL OF THE KING
CHAPTER 4 — FALL OF THE KING
Two days later, Lucas appeared outside my building.
No security clearance.
No private jet arrival.
No empire behind him.
Just a man in a wrinkled suit holding nothing but desperation.
He looked up as I stepped outside.
For the first time, he didn’t look powerful.
He looked small.
“I lost everything,” he said.
I studied him quietly.
“You lost it the moment you mistook control for love.”
His jaw tightened.
“That family destroyed me too.”
I almost laughed.
“No, Lucas.”
“You helped them.”
A long silence.
Then he whispered:
“Do you hate me that much?”
That question lingered in the air.
I thought about it.
Three years of humiliation.
Three years of silence.
Three years of being reduced to something disposable.
Then I answered honestly.
“No.”
May you like
“That would still mean you matter.”
And I walked past him.
