My Empire, My Son, My New Love

d in protest. I was Anastasia Harvey, heiress, business owner, a woman whose name commanded respect.

ooming laugh, always telling me I was his little queen. My mother, gentle and elegant, teaching me grace. My brother,

isty, his eyes filled with a tenderness he' d once reserved for me. Th

nough for a Harvey. But I had seen something in him, a spark, a drive, a raw ambition that matched my own. I had fought for him, even against my own family. I' d helped him navigate the cutthroat world of tech, using my connections, my knowledge, my family' s influe

And now, he had found someone new to fill the void, someone

houghts. Kane. My stomach churned. I hesitated,

you want

, then his voice, low and hesitant. "Ana

, and now he was admitting he "messed up" ? It was vintage Kane. He neve

s voice more urgent now. "I

ng fingers. My son' s face flashed before my eyes, then Cris

adness. "Get out of my life! You disgust me!" I slammed the phone down, my fingers flying to his contact

be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for riche

t slee

iring actress, had publicly announced her engagement. The g

press conference. I watched from afar, a grim satisfaction settli

"Mr. Powell, are the rumors true? Are you divorcing

photos circulating are fabricated." He lied through his teeth, his eyes unwavering. Then, a dramatic pause. "However, I can

horus of questions. "Who is it, M

y. "That is a p

saying you' re in a polygamous marriage, Mr. Powell? You' re m

handle your accreditation," he growled, a clear threat in h

zzed with an alert. "Mr. Powell! Anastasia Harvey

He spun around, his eyes wide with a des

een displayed a news feed. There I was, calm and elegant, looking di

e official document, and here, my independent household registration." I held up the papers, my eyes sparkling with a freedom he would n