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Title: “The Crown He Never Meant to Share” The moment Y/N stepped into the grand hall, every whisper stopped. Not because she was powerful. Not because she was rich. But because she didn’t belong there. “Who invited her?” someone muttered. Y/N tightened her grip on the file in her hand. She wasn’t here to impress anyone. She was here to deliver documents—nothing more. Or so she thought. At the top of the marble staircase stood him. Cold. Untouchable. Watching. The heir. The man everyone feared. The one they called the Crown. His gaze locked onto hers—and didn’t move. “Bring her to me.” Y/N stood in front of him minutes later, heart steady despite the tension. “You’re late,” he said calmly. “I wasn’t given a time.” A flicker of interest crossed his eyes. People didn’t talk back to him. “Name.” “Y/N.” “Just Y/N?” “That’s all you need.” Silence. Then—he smirked. Days passed. Y/N expected that moment to mean nothing. But suddenly— She was reassigned. Promoted. Moved into his division. “Why me?” she asked her supervisor. The answer was simple. “He chose you.”