Chapter 311: The Weight of Legacy

Chris's POV

Chris Blackwood stood in his private office, the floor-to-ceiling windows giving him a panoramic view of the city he controlled. The skyline was a reflection of his empire—built on power, strategy, and absolute control.

Yet, his focus wasn't on the world outside.

It was on the screen in front of him.

A live feed from Blackwood Academy.

The camera followed Classic and Christiana as they walked through the school grounds. His son, now in his final year, carried himself with the quiet dominance Chris had trained into him. He didn't need to command respect—he was respect.

And his daughter?

She was just beginning.

Chris watched the way she observed everything, her mind already analyzing, calculating. She was young, but already showing signs of what she would become.

A smirk played at the corner of his lips.

"She reminds me of you."

Chris turned slightly. Skylar stood at the doorway, her gaze also fixed on the screen.

"No," Chris murmured. "She reminds me of me."

Skylar exhaled, stepping forward.

"She's still a child, Chris."

Chris gave her a look.

"And what do you think childhood means for a Blackwood?"

Skylar pressed her lips together but said nothing.

They both knew the truth.

Christiana Blackwood wasn't born for an ordinary life.

Just like Classic, she was being shaped, prepared. Not just for survival—but for dominance.

Chris leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled.

"Classic has one year left before he steps into his full role. And Christiana… she has just begun her journey."

Skylar crossed her arms. "And what happens after?"

Chris's smirk deepened.

"After? They do what Blackwoods do best."

They rule.