Chapter 110: The Inevitable Victory

The pen felt oddly insignificant in Chris's hand as he marked his vote. A simple stroke on a ballot, yet it symbolized something far greater—absolute control.

As he stepped out of the voting booth, the cameras flashed like a relentless storm. His expression remained unreadable as he walked past the press, refusing to acknowledge the chaos around him. This was the final act of a play whose ending had already been decided.

Ethan's voice crackled through his earpiece.

"Exit polls are in. You've crushed the opposition. It's over, Chris."

Chris didn't react. He already knew.

BLACKWOOD TOWER – WAR ROOM

The headquarters of his empire was buzzing with controlled chaos. Screens displayed real-time vote counts. Analysts processed every percentage shift, but the conclusion was undeniable—Christopher Blackwood was on the verge of victory.

Ethan stood in front of the main screen, arms crossed. His phone vibrated. A message from their most trusted political strategist:

"It's done. Prepare for the transition."

Ethan smirked, shaking his head. "I have to admit, Chris… I didn't think you'd win this easily."

Chris poured himself a drink, swirling the amber liquid before taking a slow sip. "It was never about winning. It was about making sure they never had a chance."

Ethan chuckled. "So what now? Victory speech? A public display of humility?"

Chris placed the glass down and turned to face him, his expression unreadable.

"No. We move to phase two."

Ethan arched an eyebrow. "Phase two?"

Chris exhaled, gazing at the skyline. Winning was just the beginning.

"Winning an election gives you a seat at the table. But real power?" He turned back to Ethan, his eyes cold, determined. "Real power means controlling the entire room."

THE FINAL COUNTDOWN

The results were minutes away from being officially declared. The opposition was silent. The world was watching.

And Christopher Blackwood was ready to claim his throne.