My son’s fiancée cut my hair in the garden and mocked me—unaware my billionaire son had just returned home early and seen everything.

to Serena, eyes cold and absolute.

“Get out,” he said.

Serena blinked.

“Excuse me?”

Damian’s voice stayed even. “Pack your things and leave my house. Today.”

Her mask slipped. “You can’t do that to me! After everything I’ve done for you—”

“You assaulted my mother,” Damian cut in, fury controlled but rising.

“And you did it smiling.” Serena’s voice turned continue reading …