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

held his gaze.

“Is that a threat?”

“No,” Everett said, rising. “It is a standard.”

He buttoned his jacket.

“My daughter does not need your empire. But you may soon discover how much your empire needs her.”

When Everett left, Damian remained seated.

For the first time, the room did not feel controlled.

It felt like a verdict that had not yet been read.

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