Classic Blackwood sat at the edge of his bed, scrolling through his phone when his private line lit up. A message from his father.
"Your sister is born."
He blinked, reading it twice.
A sister.
Classic exhaled, setting his phone down. He wasn't sure how to feel.
Blackwood blood came with expectations, responsibilities, burdens.
Would she be thrown into this world the same way he was? Groomed for power before she could even walk?
The thought unsettled him.
A knock at his door pulled him from his thoughts. One of the guards stationed outside his room stepped in.
"Master Classic, the media has caught wind of the birth. The entire world is watching."
Of course they were.
A Blackwood heir—**especially a daughter—**wasn't just family news. It was a shift in global power.
Classic stood, stretching.
He knew the press would spin endless theories. Would she be a political tool? A future ruler? Another player in their father's empire?
Classic didn't know the answer.
But one thing was certain—he wouldn't let anyone control her fate.
Not the media.
Not the world.
Not even Chris Blackwood.