The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound Isla Calloway could focus on.
It was steady. Too steady.
But at least it meant he was alive.
Lucas Reyes lay in the hospital bed, pale and still, his breathing shallow but stable.
He had survived the bullet.
But Isla wasn’t sure either of them would survive what came next.
Her father was dead.
Her mother had betrayed her.
And now?
Now, the entire empire of the Kingmaker was waiting to see who would take the throne.
Marcus stood near the window, watching the city skyline.
"When do you want to make the announcement?" he asked, his voice low.
Isla’s fingers curled into fists.
She had spent her entire life running from her father’s empire.
Now?
She was about to claim it.
"Tonight," she said.
No hesitation.
No fear.
