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

in the room where decisions were being made.

His phone buzzed.

A message from Nathan Reed.

She’s in labor.

Damian stared at it.

For several seconds, he did not move.

Then he grabbed his coat.

At the hospital entrance, rainwater dripped from his sleeves as he approached the front desk.

“Savannah Cross,” he said. “Maternity wing.”

The nurse checked the file.

“I’m continue reading …