Chapter 13: I Wasn’t Given the Throne. I Took It

The Voss boardroom felt different this time. It wasn’t the room. It was me. I didn’t walk in like a daughter. Or a victim. Or someone hoping to be heard. I walked in like I owned it. Because I did. Even if they didn’t know it yet. Merrick was already seated, flanked by two smug allies—both men I’d once called “uncle.” The moment I stepped in, the murmurs started. “She’s early.” “She looks... different.” “Is that leather?” Yes, it was. Black. High-collar....