The air in the room was thick with tension. Cambria stood firm, her phone still held out like a weapon between her and the people who had once believed they controlled her fate. Her uncle, the man who had always held power over her life, now seemed frail in the face of her newfound strength. His arrogance, once unshakable, was beginning to crack, and it was all thanks to the damning evidence in her hands.
Her heart hammered in her chest, but the fire inside her refused to be extinguished. The game had shifted. For the first time in years, she felt like she had the upper hand. Her uncle had spent years thinking he could control her, thinking he could use her as a pawn in his empire-building game. But now, it was clear. She wasn't the pawn. She was the queen, and it was time to take back her kingdom.
