CHAPTER 1 â THE MORNING THE EMPIRE FELL

By sunrise, the world of Damian Cross had already begun collapsing.
But he didnât know it yet.
He woke up inside the same mansion where he had humiliated his wife only hours earlier.
The same marble floors.
The same crystal chandeliers.
The same walls that had witnessed Isabella Montrose walk away with dignity while everyone laughed at her.
Damian smiled when he remembered the night.
He actually smiled.
Because in his mind, Isabella had lost.
She had left.
She had embarrassed herself.
And soon, she would come crawling back.
âPeople like her always do,â he said while adjusting his cufflinks.
Vanessa Hale stood behind him, wearing a silk robe, staring at herself in the mirror.
âSoâŠâ she asked carefully.
âDoes that mean Iâm finally the lady of this house?â
Damian smiled.
âBy tonight, everyone will know.â
But before Vanessa could celebrate, Damianâs phone rang.
The screen showed:
CROSS HOLDINGS â EMERGENCY BOARD REQUEST
He answered immediately.
âWhat is this about?â
The voice on the other end was shaking.
âMr. CrossâŠâ
âSomething happened overnight.â
Damian frowned.
âWhat?â
âThe banks froze every major account connected to Cross Holdings.â
His expression changed.
âWhat are you talking about?â
âWe donât know. Every line of credit has been suspended.â
Damian laughed.
âThatâs impossible.â
The assistant hesitated.
Then whispered:
âThereâs one more thing.â
âWhat?â
âThe board received a legal notice.â
âFrom who?â
A pause.
Then:
âMontrose Global.â
The room went silent.
Damian slowly lowered the phone.
âNo.â
Vanessa noticed his expression.
âWhat happened?â
Damian ignored her.
Because for the first timeâŠ
He remembered Isabellaâs words.
Every dollar your family worships exists because I allowed it to.
At the time, he thought it was a desperate lie.
NowâŠ
For the first timeâŠ
He wondered if it wasnât.
Three hours later.
The Cross Holdings headquarters was in chaos.
Executives rushed through the building.
Lawyers whispered in conference rooms.
Investors demanded answers.
And at the center of it allâŠ
Damian stood in front of a giant screen displaying one name:
MONTROSE GLOBAL INTERNATIONAL
The largest private investment group in the country.
The company behind hundreds of businesses.
Technology.
Real estate.
Luxury brands.
Financial institutions.
And hidden beneath every major deal Damian had ever madeâŠ
Was the Montrose name.
His secretary entered nervously.
âMr. CrossâŠâ
âThe board meeting is ready.â
Damian walked into the room.
Twenty executives sat around the table.
But one chair remained empty.
The chairmanâs chair.
Then the doors opened.
Everyone stood.
Damian froze.
Because Isabella walked in.
No tears.
No anger.
No revengeful expression.
Only confidence.
She wore a white suit.
Her hair was perfectly styled.
The woman they had thrown out of the mansion last nightâŠ
Now looked like someone who owned the entire world.
The chairman beside her stood.
âLadies and gentlemenâŠâ
âAllow me to introduce the true controlling shareholder of Cross Holdings.â
âMrs. Isabella Montrose.â
The room went silent.
Damian felt the blood leave his face.
Isabella looked directly at him.
âGood morning, Damian.â
âYou wanted everyone to know who had power.â
May you like
She placed a folder on the table.
âToday, everyone will.â