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I only smiled. Near the end of the night, Vivian came to stand beside me by the window. Below us, Manhattan glittered. Across the skyline, the AsterDx sign glowed from the side of our new headquarters. Vivian lifted her glass. “So,” she asked, arching a brow, “how does it feel?” I looked at the city, at the company I had saved, at the life no one had managed to steal from me twice. Then I smiled. “Unreliable men are exhausting,” I said. “A good empire is much better company.”

I was every bit the woman carrying the family heir. “Good afternoon, Enzo. Eliana,” I said, my voice flat. Eliana snuggled deeper into Enzo’s arms, her eyes glued to me. “Marcella, look!” she shrieked, pointing to the backseat. “Enzo bought me a custom Fendi stroller! There are only five in the world!” I glanced over. The thing was obscenely expensive. “It has the latest bulletproof weave,” Eliana bragged. “Not even a Morozov slug can get through it. Enzo says he wants the best protection for my baby.”

"Why? Grandpa isn't fair at all. I've always been the favorite since I was a kid. And you, Julian, how can you be so heartless? I even had an abortion just to be with you." I shrugged, unmoved by her breakdown. "You made your own choices. What you're going through now is your own doing," I said, slamming the door shut. "Julian, won't you even hear me out? I know I was wrong. Please." No matter how much Wendy pounded on the door after that, I didn't respond or open the door. She eventually stumbled away. … Within a few days, Shaw Group announced a restructuring and a fresh start. I figured the company hadn't gone bankrupt outright because of Michael's intervention. In the end, he hadn't aband

Raeleigh Campbell POV Pouring myself a glass of wine, I walk back to the sofa. I thought the worst was over and done with. When I logged back into my I*******m, something I didn’t do often. I hated being online, seeing what everyone’s hot takes are when it came to me. I curl on the sofa pulling the blanket to my chest. Taking a sip of my white wine. my feed is flooded. God this was out of control, I’m surprised I haven’t gotten a call from Whittney yet.

She had seen the gravity. She read on. The article talked about AVA. About the "Fortress" collection. It called her a "visionary," a woman who had turned trauma into texture. It talked about Cross Empire. About Liam’s "evolution" from a King of industry to a man building a legacy. But then... it talked about them.

I clicked on the link for Isabella Laurent. Who is she? A flood of photos appears on the screen, and I immediately feel my confidence disappear. Isabella Laurent is an English businesswoman and fashion icon, aged thirty-four. Laurent is a British journalist. She is the editor-in-chief of the British version of Vogue and also the youngest editor in the history of British Vogue. She took charge of Vogue in 2014. Laurent is one of the most frequently quoted voices in the country when it comes to fashion trends. Besides her work with Vogue, Laurent has written articles for Cross Global and has ten published books.

My conversation with Ben in the restaurant the other day was continuously playing in my mind. "V, if you really want your shares back, you must strike when the iron is hot. The moment he asks for a minimum of help, ask him to pay back." "The payback will be your shares." Wouldn't this be too soon, though? Empire was progressing, and as I hated to admit, it required support since it was at its crucial stage. We needed basic advertising and promotion. Not too high-profile and not too low-key either.