Chapter 3 - THE COLLAPSE OF A FALSE DESTINY
The smirk on Adrian's face instantly froze.
The golden chalice in Vanessa’s hand trembled violently, spilling drops of deep red wine onto her pristine white linen gown. She clutched her pregnant belly, stumbling back a step, her dark eyes wide with sudden terror.
"Who... who did you just call?" Adrian stammered, the arrogance on his face beginning to fracture.
At that exact moment, the gold-plated phone tucked into Adrian's jeweled belt began to vibrate violently. A sharp, frantic alarm pierced the silence of the chamber. He frantically snatched it out.
The screen flashed with urgent missives from the royal treasury and the regional governors:“General Seti has seized and blockaded all southern gold mines!”“Border legions are marching toward the capital, stripping Adrian Vale of all tax collection rights!”“The Pharaoh has revoked the grand title decree. Immediate arrest warrant issued for embezzlement of royal funds!”
"No... No, this can't be!" Adrian shrieked, his face turning ghostly pale. His hands shook so violently that his golden phone slipped from his grasp, crashing onto the black basalt floor and shattering to pieces.
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He fell to his knees, clutching his head, screaming in utter despair: "No! No!"
Vanessa watched in horror as the golden chalice clattered to the floor, the spilled wine mingling with my blood. She realized that the man she had clung to for power was now nothing but a ruined, penniless traitor destined for the desert dungeons.
