Two years had passed since Vincent had taken complete control of the Blackwood empire. In that time, he had built his family into an unstoppable force, nearly equal to the Vasilievs.
Yet, he never once tried to surpass Anastasia.
Not because of his love for her.
But because he knew the truth.
Anastasia was greater than him.
Perhaps she was even greater than himself.
People spoke of Vincent as the one who had surpassed human limitations. A genius unlike any other, a king who had reshaped his family and turned them into an empire no one could challenge.
But Anastasia?
She was the only one who could defeat him.
She was the only one who had ever truly won against him.
She was his queen in every sense of the word.
And so, he never crossed the line. He never sought to overpower her empire, never tried to take the position that rightfully belonged to her. Not because he was weak. Not because of his love.
But because she was Anastasia Raventhorn Vasiliev.
And he had already lost to her long ago.