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I Built Your Empire, Now It Burns

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 811    |    Released on: 08/01/2026

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nd the tinted glass of my armored SUV,

could barely grip the steering

in four years I had

enger seat, vibrating again

e making a scene. The Comm

foot pressing h

he thinks you are having a breakdown. C

b that tore th

ust a tactic for him

that needed its cage. If the Commission thought I was crazy

let him kee

back of my hand, smearing

think. I nee

one number I

picked up on t

e was thick with tears, barel

end. Then, the sound of movemen

a asked. Her voice wa

the best defense attorney in the state. She was also

eading toward the

he one under the shell company name. He does not know about it. I am initiating e

d, the fear clawing at my throat. "H

keeps in his pocket is a snake in the grass. We knew this, Aza. We knew

e buzze

leb is really upset. We just want to make

d run cold. She was texti

m both. Cut the cord, Azalea. If you want to survive this,

the numbers. The silence th

er. It was a nondescript brownstone in a quie

e, locking the three deadbolts

looked like a Valkyrie in a trench

uila in one hand and a

out of my lungs. I collapsed against her, the

der, my knees giving way. "I bought him his rank

said, pulling back to look at me. Her dark eyes

couch while Azura

aking the glass. The liquid burn

" Azura said. "The girl who needed a bodyguard. He

ld feel the ghost of Caleb's touc

h and iron. "I do not want to just leave. I want to burn his empir

It was a ter

. "I know where the bodies are bur

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I Built Your Empire, Now It Burns
I Built Your Empire, Now It Burns
“I realized my husband did not love me the moment he stepped over my broken heart to answer a text from his mistress. Caleb was the "Architect," a feared Capo in New York, but he forgot that I was the one who funded his rise from the gutter with my inheritance. He brought his assistant, Kimberly, into our private penthouse. She wore my silk robe, mocked my past trauma, and snapped my dead mother's rosary right in front of my eyes. When I lashed out in grief, Caleb didn't defend me. He pinned me against the wall, comforting her while calling me "unstable" and "violent." He gaslighted me, claiming I would be eaten alive without his protection. He thought I was just a fragile princess who would crumble without him. He truly believed he was the king, forgetting that I was the one who built the castle. I didn't cry. I simply wiped the blood from my arm and walked out the door. He didn't know that I owned thirty percent of his laundering front and the land beneath his precious casino. I picked up the phone and dialed the number of his deadliest rival, the Irish mob. "The bank is closed, Caleb. I'm selling my shares to the enemy."”
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