Chapter 111: Power is Seized

The final results flashed across every screen in the country.

CHRISTOPHER BLACKWOOD ELECTED PRESIDENT.

The words cemented what everyone had already come to accept. The opposition's silence was deafening—there was no protest, no last-minute resistance. Their downfall had been swift and absolute.

Inside Blackwood Tower, the war room erupted into a quiet celebration. Staff members exchanged handshakes and relieved sighs, but no one cheered too loudly. They all understood one thing—this was not the end. This was the beginning.

Chris stood at the center, his gaze fixed on the live broadcast of the announcement. He didn't smile, didn't celebrate. His victory was expected.

Ethan stepped beside him, arms crossed. "So, Mr. President… how does it feel?"

Chris exhaled, setting down his empty glass. "Predictable."

Ethan chuckled. "Of course it was. Still, this is the part where most people would give an inspiring speech, call for unity, maybe even pretend to be humble."

Chris turned to him, eyes cold. "I'm not most people."

Ethan smirked. "No, you're not."

A buzzing sound filled the room as Chris's secure line lit up. He glanced at the screen. The King of England was calling.

Ethan noticed and let out a low whistle. "Looks like the world is already adjusting to its new reality."

Chris picked up the phone.

"Your Majesty," he greeted smoothly.

The king's voice was calm but laced with an undeniable weight. "Congratulations, President Blackwood. I believe we have much to discuss."

Chris's smirk was subtle. "Indeed, we do."

THE NEW ERA BEGINS.