“That child is mine. And so are you,” he commanded, his viper-green eyes pinning her in place.

Grace couldn’t believe that he—Carlos Benjamin, her new CEO and eight years her junior—was the father of her unborn baby.

“You can go back to that deadbeat you call a husband, or you can come with me and have everything.”

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For the last five years of her marriage, Grace Preston, 32, believed she was broken. She couldn’t have a child, and her deadbeat husband, Charles, never let her forget it, calling her useless while she worked tirelessly to fund his failed acting career. He didn’t just break her spirit; he shattered her trust by cheating on her with her own sister.

Heartbroken, Grace fled to her office late one night, seeking solace at the bottom of a bottle. She wasn’t alone. A beautiful, blond-haired man was there, nursing his own wounds.

He never told her his name, but he offered her a night of oblivion. Fueled by whiskey and a desperate need for revenge, she gave in to her darkest desires, pulling the willing stranger into her web.

In her drunken haze, she thought, “If my husband can have his fun, then so can I.”

She never worried about protection, convinced she was barren. Until a month later, when a positive pregnancy test trembled in her hands. Grace Preston, the ‘barren’ wife, was pregnant.

In a single night, the stranger gave her what Charles couldn’t in five years.
Now Carlos has made his claim, pulling her into a world of immense power and lethal secrets. Will Grace escape her toxic marriage only to be trapped in this captivating young billionaire’s golden cage? Or is trading one prison for another a mistake that will cost her more than just her heart?


"What the hell—I never attacked you with a baseball bat, and I sure as hell never threw you out of my house! What is wrong with you, Amara!" I shouted, fury blazing through me as I realized Amara had fed our frail mother a pack of lies.


Amara let out a cruel laugh, "Well, technically, you did yank my hair when you caught me having fun on Charles's lap. But okay, maybe I stretched the truth a little."


"Stretched the truth a little?! You flat-out lied to her!"


"Whatever, that's beside the point," Amara said, slouching against the wall with her arms folded. A wicked smirk played on her lips, like she was savoring my helplessness. "The real point is, one tiny lie was enough to land our poor, fragile mother in the hospital with heart problems. Now picture this—what if I spilled the beans about sleeping with my brother-in-law and how my dear sister is planning to divorce him? Can you imagine the shock? Oh, she'd drop dead for sure!"


Chapter 33 - Chapter 33 Weaponizing A Frail Heart