My Empire, My Son, My New Love

k, but the tranquility of absolute certainty. There was no more fight left in me for him. When you' re truly disappointed, when you'

eady. "If he' s so easily swayed, he' s not worth fighting for. And if he

, the screen going black. I walked back to my master bedroom, the one I used to share with Kane, and

nerves. I focused on him, on myself, on building a new life. Five days later, I marked a swift, decisive line

s. I stretched, then rose to check on my son. But as I approached the nursery,

ld go in there right now." Her voice was a n

was sharp, immediate. I saw the fear in her eyes,

I commanded, my voice

"I... I can' t, Mrs. Powell

the sound echoing thr

ick, the locked door swung open. The nursery was empty. The crib, the cha

n Clara, grabbing her collar, my grip tight

ell, he came... he took the baby. He promised he wouldn' t hurt him. He said

"You' re fired, Clara. Don' t bother coming

gates again. Not Kane. Not anyone associated with him." My eyes burned

vish villa Kane had bought for Cristy. I didn' t bother announcing m

ofa, a smug smile on her face, holding my son. Kane was next to her, laughing, his arm d

," I demanded, my voice cutting

astasia? What are you doing here?" He saw my secur

e' s so dramatic. Always making a scene. Don' t worry, I' ll take g

king a step closer. "That' s

ecided. Since he isn' t genetically mine, and you' re so... volatile, we'

And I, his biological mother, would be reduced to a godparent? Because I had, supposedly, chosen to hurt Cristy, who was n

ed, her voice sugary sweet, her eyes still locked on mine in a

gs. His words, "a real family," echoed in my ear

on like a trophy. "He' s so sweet," she purred, her eye

son, Cristy," I said, my voice barely a whisper, but la

orce of my rage, the unspoken promise of what I would do, finally broke her res

s hair, yanking her head back. Another searing slap echoed through the room

nd again, ready to strike, when Kane lunged. He shoved me hard, sending

a barrier between us. "That' s enough, Anastasia!

oice shaking with fury. "You pushe

said, his voice cold and final. "I' ll just vi

, my gaze fixed on him. "You won' t visit him

n one of their arms. I got into my car, the roar of the engine a defiant scream. I looked at my son, sleeping peacefully in the

Liam' s number. "Liam, is th

ll. First thing

"Prepare a press conference. I' m