Damian stood on the penthouse balcony, phone pressed to his ear so hard the edges dug into his palm, the city lights blurring below him. The gala had ended an hour ago, but the poison from his mother’s conversation with Marcus still burned in his chest.“You’re done,” he said, voice low and final. “I heard every word on that terrace call. Plotting with Marcus to leak the contract, to take the twins from Chloe. I cut you off, Accounts frozen, Access revoked. Don’t call, Don’t show up, You’re no longer family.”His mother’s laugh crackled through the line, cold and unbothered. “Darling, you always were dramatic. Those children are Kings, They deserve better than some Brooklyn baker raising them. Vanessa understands the world you live in. Fix this before the board vote destroys everything your father built.”“I said you’re done.” Damian ended the call and blocked the number immediately. He gripped the railing, knuckles white, breathing hard through his nose. "She would burn everything
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