He signed the divorce papers while his pregnant wife packed one suitcase, never knowing her father could buy his empire before breakfast

Savannah’s throat tightened.

“Yes.”

The technician smiled.

“It’s a boy.”

Savannah placed her palm against her stomach.

“Hi, sweetheart,” she whispered.

Her phone buzzed on the counter.

Missed call: Damian Cross.

She ignored it.

Another notification appeared.

Emergency shareholder session confirmed.

Savannah sat up slowly. The woman who had once wanted only peace continue reading …