My Empire, My Son, My New Love

n a frustrated snarl. He burst through the doors of my private estate, his face a thundercl

oice trembling with a fury that made his eyes al

ady and unyielding.

n, his face inches from mine, red with rage. "You' re insane! You

' t even know me, Kane. As if the woman you married is a stranger." I s

th desperation. "Where is she, Anast

cident, a reckless moment of grief after my brother' s death. He' d found me, pulled me from the wreckage, held me until the paramed

lied, letting the words hang in the

. "If she' s truly dead, Anastasia, I swear to God, you will regret th

s footsteps echoing. A single tear traced a path down my cheek. He never understood me. Not truly.

ingers flying across the screen of my ph

nstantaneous: D

, of influence. Laws could be changed, loopholes found, or simply overridden. My family'

, a symbol of my unwavering power. I pushed open the heavy oak doors, stepping into the opulent foyer

floated through the air. "She' s too independent, too strong-willed. No ma

e. "She' s never been good enough for our Kane.

r wishes have been granted then," I said, my voice cutting throug

ir faces blanching as they saw

already inside, systematically packing away everything that belonged to me. Every dress, every piec

e. "Anastasia, what are you doing?" his mother demande

aze sweeping over the empty shelves. "I

ng to appeal to my maternal instincts. "Think

ice sharp. "And he won' t be needing Kane. Since, as it turns out, he isn' t Kane' s son." I

their faces w