Page 51 of Legacy of Succession

Oh, Fuck!

“There’s only one way that this will end, Nicholas, and it won’t be with you marrying Victoria. You'll marry Elizabeth and claim my son as your own. You'll then disappear, taking the bitch with you if she survives, and you still want her. I don’t care. You'll leave me with the title until my, sorry, your son comes of age. I'll do this again. This time correctly and without your mother’s weakness. Elizabeth Sandford is perfect for the mother of a Duke.”

“Go to hell.” I spit at them both. “Elizabeth Sandford is a title grabbing bitch. She’d just as soon stab me in the back as she would you.”

Elizabeth smirks but doesn’t deny the accusation.

“And that’s why I trust her better than anyone. She’s a devil, just like me. She’s what you should be. We'll raise a boy together who’ll make this society the greatest it’s ever been. We'll eclipse the royal family for whom the society was originally designed, to provide them with our support. We'll become the royal family. Everyone will bow to us. Worship us. We'll be gods.

“You’re delusional and will be thrown into a mental asylum.”

My father laughs.

“Actually, maybe I should have you declared insane, instead of making you disappear. That would be fun.”

“Please, stop now. This is no longer your decision to make,” I plead with my father. I’m pretty sure I’m wasting my breath, though, especially when he stabs a pudgy finger at the screen of the tablet that I’m holding.

“You’ll do this, Nicholas, or she’ll die in that room. There'll be no way out with the picture that she’s stealing.”

“No.”

Elizabeth kisses my father’s cheek.

“I’m glad I chose the father over the son. He’s a fool.”

“He is, and one who’s about to watch the woman he loves die.”

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