Chapter 8 - The Empire Crumbles
"Damian... please," Vanessa sobbed, the arrogant heiress completely breaking down as she fell to her knees on the cold marble floor. "I was stressed! The wedding planning... I just lost my temper! It will never happen again, I swear!"
Damian didn't even look at her kneeling on the floor. He pressed the phone to his ear.
"Marcus," Damian spoke to his underboss, his voice devoid of any mercy. "The merger with the Rossi family is officially terminated. Burn the contracts. Seize the shipping ports we negotiated. If her father complains, tell him his daughter assaulted my son's protector. Any retaliation is an act of war."
Vanessa let out a horrific, guttural scream of absolute despair.
With one twenty-second phone call, Damian hadn't just canceled a wedding. He had completely decimated her family's empire, seizing their assets and publicly humiliating them in the criminal underworld. She was ruined. Her father would likely disown her by midnight for costing him millions.
The heavy, soundproof oak doors of the penthouse violently swung open.
Four massive men in identical black suits stepped into the living room. They didn't ask questions. They walked straight toward the sobbing blonde woman in the emerald gown.
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"Strip her of the jewelry," Damian commanded coldly, staring out the window at the fading ocean sunset. "And throw her out on the street exactly as she is."
👉 Vanessa was being violently dragged away to face her ruin, leaving the mafia boss to turn his attention back to the terrified nanny.
