My Empire, My Son, My New Love

, a deep, hollow pain. Kane' s words, Cristy' s taunts-they swirled in my mind, a toxic fog. How dare

ty were not just revenge; they were a declaration. A promise that no o

n painting streaks of gray across the sky. By the time the sun fully r

wonder if he' d even answer. He probably thought I was call

s it, An

I stated, my voice

at of silence.

my tone. "But this concerns both of us. And I ass

," he said, a sigh of exasperation in

ne, darling, what' s wrong? Are you coming back to me?" It was Cristy, her voice

ling, I' ll be back soon. Don' t stir." He spoke as if I wasn' t listening, as if he hadn' t

he chided lightly, a note of warning in his voice, bu

e. My face... what if you don' t find me be

with affection, the kind he hadn' t shown me in years. "You'

. My throat felt constricted, a burning pain clawing its way up. He never spoke to me like that. Not once. Not in eigh

etness of Cristy' s perfume. The scent made my stomach churn. I had to fight the urge to gag. He

ovements deliberate, and placed a thick

at, devoid of emotion. "I th

usual arrogance. "What is it now, A

towards him. "It' s

cracking. He stared at the document, then back at me,

eyes cold. "Do I look

Then, with a furious roar, he crumpled the document and tossed it into the neare

ged with a new kind of pain.

in the Cayman Islands, Anastasia. Under their laws. It' s... complicated." He s

ed it, his face etched with worry. Standing there, frail and pale, was Cristy. S

impered, her eyes wide an

ospital!" His voice was laced with genuine concern, with a tenderness that twisted a knife in my gut. He truly cared for

rting to me, then back to Kane. "I have something im

expression softening.

cking onto mine, a malicious glint in their depths. "They sa

orld spun. My son? Not Ka

amed, my voice raw and de

he' s so scary, Kane! But the reporters said... they said it'

ty test," he echoed, his voice dangerously low. "A paternity test it is."

He believed her. H