Chapter 268: Years Later (Chris’s POV)

The world had changed. Because he changed it.

Chris sat in the Oval Office, the weight of absolute power resting comfortably on his shoulders. Two terms weren't enough. The presidency had been a stepping stone—a means to something greater.

Now?

Now, there were no more elections. No more opposition. No more illusions of democracy.

The Blackwood Era had begun.

Chris glanced at the large monitors on the wall—live feeds from across the country. Military patrols, high-level meetings, intelligence reports. Every move, every decision, every life in this nation… all under his control.

A knock on the door.

Ethan stepped in, sharp as ever. "General Marshall has been dealt with. His replacement is in line."

Chris nodded. "Good. And Skylar?"

Ethan hesitated. Just for a second. Barely noticeable—but Chris caught it.

"She's… settled," Ethan finally said.

Chris smirked. "That so?"

He leaned back, tapping his fingers against the polished desk. Years had passed, but some things never changed.

"Bring her to me," Chris said, his voice calm but firm. "It's time we talked."

Ethan didn't question the order. He simply nodded.

As he left the room, Chris exhaled, eyes flickering toward the presidential seal embroidered into the carpet beneath his feet.

He had won. He had everything.

But Skylar?

She was the one thing left unfinished.