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

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In Damian’s conference room, his assistant froze mid-sentence.

“Sir,” she said, her voice thinning. “You need to see this.”

Damian turned toward the screen.

For the first time since signing the divorce papers, he felt the floor shift beneath him.

Part 2

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