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

a shark that smelled blood through paperwork.

“Since when?” Damian asked.

“This morning.”

Lila leaned forward, her brow tightening in practiced concern. “That explains the unusual buy pressure.”

Damian stared at the ownership map.

Caldwell on one side.

Orion on another.

Two forces tightening at once.

Coincidence, he told himself.

It had to be.

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