The confession tape went viral within hours.
Byron Blackwood’s drunken, damning words spread like a firestorm across media outlets, underground forums, and whistleblower networks. The words “her father thought he could outsmart me” trended globally. Executives resigned. Stocks plummeted. The Blackwood name, once a symbol of untouchable wealth, became synonymous with rot.
And Elira watched it unfold from a rooftop in Ghana, her daughter asleep beside her, and Damian pacing like a wolf scenting war.
“They’ll come harder now,” he muttered, phone buzzing in his hand. “Loretta will burn the world to keep her throne.”
“She can try,” Elira whispered. “But we just broke her crown.”
In London, Loretta’s office descended into chaos.
Board members turned on her. Legal advisors backed out. The p
