He Divorced Me, So I Destroyed His Empire.

Tyler POV

Some men marry for love but I married for leverage, and Samantha? She was the best leverage I'd ever negotiated.

I adjusted my cufflinks, the platinum ones Samantha had given me last week, and smiled across the table at my soon to be wife. She looked perfect tonight. Hair pulled back in that sleek way that showed off her cheekbones, diamond earrings catching the candlelight, red dress that probably cost more than most people's monthly rent.

This was what success looked like.

"To the happy couple," Marcus Webb raised his glass of scotch, his voice booming in the private dining room of The Capital Grille. "And to the future of D'Stone Construction."

"To the future," I echoed, clinking my glass against his.

Samantha smiled that camera ready smile of hers, the one that made her look like she belonged on magazine covers. Which she probably would, once we were married. Power couple. That's what they'd call us.

Marcus Webb was exactly the kind of man I needed in my corner. Real estate mogul, connections in every major city, and more importantly, he had his fingers in government contracts that could triple my business overnight.

Marrying his daughter was just good business.

"I have to say, Tyler," Marcus said, cutting into his steak. "I'm impressed with what you've built. Five years ago, D'Stone Construction was just a name on paper. Now you're bidding on major projects across three states."

"Hard work pays off," I said, though we both knew it was more than that. It was timing, connections and knowing when to cut loose dead weight.

Mia had been dead weight. She'd wanted me to slow down, spend more time at home, talk about feelings like that was going to build an empire but Samantha understood that marriage was a partnership, a merger of assets and advantages. Love was for people who couldn't afford to think strategically.

"The Riverside Project alone is going to put you on the map," Marcus continued, gesturing with his fork. "Smart building technology, sustainable design, prime downtown location. That's the kind of development that gets national attention."

"That's the plan," I said, taking a sip of my scotch. "We break ground in three months. Completion in eighteen. By this time next year, D'Stone Construction will be a household name."

"And with my contacts in city planning," Marcus added, "we'll have more projects lined up than you can handle."

We. I liked the sound of that. Marcus Webb bringing his empire together with mine. His government connections, my construction expertise. It was perfect.

"Daddy always knows how to spot talent," Samantha said, her hand sliding across the table to rest on mine. Her nails were perfectly manicured, painted a deep red that matched her dress.

"Your father taught me everything I know about closing deals," I said, squeezing her hand.

It wasn't entirely true. Most of what I knew, I'd learned by trial and error but Marcus liked hearing it, and keeping him happy was essential to this arrangement.

"Speaking of deals," Marcus leaned back in his chair, swirling his scotch. "I want to discuss the merger more seriously. Once you and Samantha are married, I'm proposing we combine our companies under one umbrella. Webb and D'Stone Development."

My heart rate kicked up. This was bigger than I'd expected, bigger than a few contracts or connections.

He was talking about a full merger.

"That's a generous offer," I said carefully, my mind already calculating profit margins and expansion possibilities.

"It's a smart offer," Marcus corrected. "You've got the construction expertise. I've got the capital and the political connections. Together, we'd be unstoppable."

Unstoppable, I liked that word.

"The wedding is just the beginning, Tyler," Samantha said, her thumb tracing circles on my palm. "We're building something much bigger than just a marriage."

She was right. This wasn't about love or romance or any of that sentimental garbage, instead it was about power but Mia never understood that. She'd wanted fairy tales while Samantha wanted an empire.

"Excuse me for a moment," Samantha said, standing gracefully. "I need to powder my nose."

I watched her walk away, noting how every man in the restaurant turned to look. Yeah, I'd definitely upgraded.

Once she was out of earshot, Marcus's expression shifted. The friendly businessman facade dropped, replaced by seriousness.

"Tyler," he said, his voice low. "I need you to understand something."

I straightened in my chair. "Sir?"

"Samantha is my only daughter. My only child." He leaned forward, his eyes locked on mine. "Take care of her and our grandchild."

The words hit me like a punch to the gut.

Grandchild?

I kept my face neutral, even as my mind raced. Pregnant? Samantha was pregnant?

Since when?

How long had she known?

Why hadn't she told me?

"Of course, sir," I said smoothly, like I'd known all along. "Nothing is more important than family."

Marcus studied me for a moment, then nodded, apparently satisfied. "Good. Because if anything happens to her or that baby, you and I will have a very different kind of conversation."

It wasn't a threat. It was a promise.

"Understood," I said.

Samantha returned moments later, sliding back into her seat with that same perfect smile. Her hand went to her stomach, just for a second. A subtle gesture, but now that I knew, I couldn't unsee it.

She was pregnant.

With my kid.

Or at least, that's what she was telling her father.

I did the math quickly. We'd been together for about six months, so it was possible but the timing was almost too convenient.

Still, did it matter? If Marcus believed it was mine, that's all that counted. A baby just made this merger more permanent.

Actually, it was perfect.

"Everything alright?" Samantha asked, her eyes searching mine.

"Perfect," I said, raising my glass. "To our family."

Her smile widened, genuine this time. "To our family."

We were halfway through dessert when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I ignored it the first time, but it buzzed again and again. "I'm sorry," I said, pulling it out. "I need to take this."

Samantha's smile tightened, but she nodded. Marcus looked annoyed, but he understood business was business.

I stepped away from the table, moving into the hallway outside the private dining room.

"This better be important, Mark," I said, not bothering with pleasantries.

"It is, sir." My assistant's voice was tense. "There's a problem with the Riverside Project."

My stomach dropped. "What kind of problem?"

"The smart building systems failed, complete tech infrastructure collapse. The whole system went offline this afternoon."

I closed my eyes, forcing myself to stay calm. "So fix it. Call D&M Solutions. That's what we pay them for."

There was a pause. Too long of a pause.

"Mark?"

"I tried, sir. I called them immediately but they... they're terminating the contract."

"What?" My voice came out sharper than I intended. "Why?"

"They didn't say. Just sent over the termination paperwork, it’s effective immediately."

"That doesn't make any sense." I paced the hallway, my mind racing. "We've worked with D&M Solutions for three years. They've handled every major project. Why would they suddenly pull out?"

"I don't know, sir. But without their tech support, the Riverside Project is dead in the water. We can't move forward without functional building systems."

"Then find another tech company," I snapped. "There are hundreds of firms in this city."

"I've already started making calls," Mark said. "But sir, most companies can't match D&M's capabilities and the ones that can would need months to get up to speed on our systems."

"We don't have months, we break ground in three months."

"I know, sir."

I rubbed my temple, feeling a headache forming. This was not how tonight was supposed to go. I was supposed to be celebrating my engagement and my merger, not dealing with contract issues.

"Keep trying," I said finally. "Call every tech firm between here and Seattle if you have to. Just get it handled."

"Yes, sir."

I ended the call and stood there for a moment, staring at my phone.

D&M Solutions had been rock solid for three years. Never a missed deadline or failed. They'd made me look like a genius, delivering cutting edge technology that set my projects apart from the competition.

Why pull out now?

Unless...

No. That was paranoid thinking.

I slid my phone back into my pocket and returned to the dining room, forcing my expression into something neutral.

"Everything okay?" Samantha asked, her hand finding mine again.

"Just business," I said, picking up my scotch. "Nothing I can't handle."

Marcus raised an eyebrow. "Trouble?"

"Minor hiccup with a vendor," I said dismissively. "Already being resolved." But even as I said it, something nagged at me. D&M Solutions didn't just randomly terminate contracts. They were professional and reliable.

So why now?

Why right after the divorce?

I took another sip of scotch, trying to push the thought away.

It was just a coincidence. Had to be.

Mia didn't have the connections or the resources to interfere with my business. She was just a non-profit worker turned housewife. What did she know about construction or tech or any of it?

Nothing.

Still, the timing was strange.

Three years of perfect service, and they pulled out the same week I finalized my divorce.

"Tyler?" Samantha's voice pulled me back. "You sure you're okay? You seem distracted."

"I'm fine," I said, forcing a smile. "Just thinking about the wedding. Two weeks can't come fast enough."

She smiled, squeezing my hand. "I know. I can't wait to be Mrs. D'Stone."

Mrs. D'Stone.

Mia had been Mrs. D'Stone for four years. Now Samantha would take that title. Trade one for the other. Upgrade complete.

But something still bothered me about that phone call.

D&M Solutions had been instrumental in my success. Every major contract, every innovative building system, every award winning project. They'd been behind all of it.

And now they were just... gone.

"Unless someone told them to," I muttered under my breath.

"What?" Samantha asked.

"Nothing," I said quickly. "Just thinking out loud."

But the thought wouldn't leave.

What if it wasn't a coincidence?

What if someone had told D&M Solutions to pull out?

But who? And why?

I glanced at my phone, the uneasy feeling growing.

I needed to find out who owned D&M Solutions. In three years of working with them, I'd never actually met the CEO. All our communications had been through their COO or project managers.

Maybe it was time to change that.