## **Chapter 11: Royal Reckoning**
Penthouse quiet. Tano napped. Mom bandaged nearby. Text glowed: *Ayla daughter of Raja Samosir. Heir killer. Run. -Ghost*
Ayla stared. Damian frowned. "Clan king? Your blood?"
Mom confessed quick. "Papa—Raja Batak. Affair. Hid you. Feud target."
Ayla reeled. Princess in slums?
Damian paced. "Explains all. Nadia puppet for throne rivals."
Chopper raid incoming. Alerts blared.
They fled. Safehouse hills. Armed guards.
Tano played trucks. Innocent.
Night raid. Gunfire. Damian fought fierce. Ayla shot true.
Raja appeared—old king, ulos regal. "Daughter mine. Claim throne. End feud."
Ayla aimed gun. "Lies?"
"Truth. Damian—enemy blood. Marry clan prince."
Damian growled. "Never."
Raja offered crown. Ayla refused.
Battle peaked. Raja downed. Dying: "Save clan."
Nadia sniped from dark. Hit Raja. Fled laughing.
Ayla cried. Damian held. "Your choice."